I'm No Woman [4/5]
Title: I'm No Woman
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Kotetsu/Barnaby
Summary: Barnaby gets turned into a woman. Kotetsu's perceptions of him suddenly changes and he has to deal with it.
The rest of the day had become a hazard of dreams and reality mixing, leaving Kotetsu completely desoriented. Barnaby's every move, every look, every word, every breath tugged at a forgotten longing for contact, one he had ignored and repressed since his wife's death.
He tried to control himself. Really, he did. But when Barnaby had looked so lost dropping him off, his body moved on its own. He confused her by not getting out of the sidecar, instead standing up and leaning towards her. She recoiled a bit, unsure of his intentions, parting her lips to ask what the hell was going on-
Her mouth clamped shut when Kotetsu sifted his hand through her hair, slowly moving rough fingertips along her jaw. When he got to her chin, his hand stilled, fingers curling in retreat.
Kotetsu was taller than her in this position. He towered over her and she clearly saw that same hand gently smoothing her fringe back as lips descended on her forehead, following the curve of her brow. He fondly smiled at her who looked up at him in wonder, shock shaking her entire core when the rough pad of a thumb stroked her bottom lip.
The smile grew a bit, warmth invading his eyes as he whispered a silent, "Goodnight, Bunny."
He turned around and hopped off the sidecar, walking to his doorstep in no real hurry, a hand up as a last farewell. The one that had touched his partner however stayed in his pocket, tingles still running all over his skin in remembrance. A muffled voice in his head warned him to turn around and apologize, to explain his behavior-
"So that's it? I turn into a woman and it's suddenly OK to like me?"
Kotetsu looked behind him, gaze instantly locking with Barnaby's. The dark didn't make it easy but he definitely saw sadness and conflict in her eyes.
An humorless chuckle left her barely open lips, her eyebrows creasing, as if to keep the emotions at bay. She looked down and then up again, voice a bit shaky as she exhaled her next words,
"Who said I was OK with that?"
It was quite a sight, Barnaby still straddling the motorbike, her features beautifully distorted by raging emotions rumbling under her skin. He didn't say anything as he watched her get off the bike and coming up to him. Anger flooded her entire body language even though frustration - and was that helplessness? - shone at the corner of her eyes.
Barnaby grabbed his tie to bring him close to her face, harsh breath warming his skin as she said through gritted teeth,
"I'll show you what I'm OK with."
She crashed her lips against his, teeth meeting his before roughly moving and bit his upper lip. Hard.
Kotetsy wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting her as close as he could get her. He buried one hand in her hair at the nape of her neck, soft skin and silky locks sending bolts of electricity up and down his arm. Nose in the hollow of her throat, hurriedly climbing up to her ear, he inhaled her scent and noticed it wasn't sweet like all the other women's. No, it was a strong mix of musk and spice - like ginger, his mind provided - filling his senses, intoxicating-
Small hands weaved themselves around him, one on his back, the other near his shoulder. Puffs of air licked at the shell of his ear, a growl in warning,
"You better not regret this tomorrow morning."
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Kotetsu/Barnaby
Summary: Barnaby gets turned into a woman. Kotetsu's perceptions of him suddenly changes and he has to deal with it.
The rest of the day had become a hazard of dreams and reality mixing, leaving Kotetsu completely desoriented. Barnaby's every move, every look, every word, every breath tugged at a forgotten longing for contact, one he had ignored and repressed since his wife's death.
He tried to control himself. Really, he did. But when Barnaby had looked so lost dropping him off, his body moved on its own. He confused her by not getting out of the sidecar, instead standing up and leaning towards her. She recoiled a bit, unsure of his intentions, parting her lips to ask what the hell was going on-
Her mouth clamped shut when Kotetsu sifted his hand through her hair, slowly moving rough fingertips along her jaw. When he got to her chin, his hand stilled, fingers curling in retreat.
Kotetsu was taller than her in this position. He towered over her and she clearly saw that same hand gently smoothing her fringe back as lips descended on her forehead, following the curve of her brow. He fondly smiled at her who looked up at him in wonder, shock shaking her entire core when the rough pad of a thumb stroked her bottom lip.
The smile grew a bit, warmth invading his eyes as he whispered a silent, "Goodnight, Bunny."
He turned around and hopped off the sidecar, walking to his doorstep in no real hurry, a hand up as a last farewell. The one that had touched his partner however stayed in his pocket, tingles still running all over his skin in remembrance. A muffled voice in his head warned him to turn around and apologize, to explain his behavior-
"So that's it? I turn into a woman and it's suddenly OK to like me?"
Kotetsu looked behind him, gaze instantly locking with Barnaby's. The dark didn't make it easy but he definitely saw sadness and conflict in her eyes.
An humorless chuckle left her barely open lips, her eyebrows creasing, as if to keep the emotions at bay. She looked down and then up again, voice a bit shaky as she exhaled her next words,
"Who said I was OK with that?"
It was quite a sight, Barnaby still straddling the motorbike, her features beautifully distorted by raging emotions rumbling under her skin. He didn't say anything as he watched her get off the bike and coming up to him. Anger flooded her entire body language even though frustration - and was that helplessness? - shone at the corner of her eyes.
Barnaby grabbed his tie to bring him close to her face, harsh breath warming his skin as she said through gritted teeth,
"I'll show you what I'm OK with."
She crashed her lips against his, teeth meeting his before roughly moving and bit his upper lip. Hard.
Kotetsy wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting her as close as he could get her. He buried one hand in her hair at the nape of her neck, soft skin and silky locks sending bolts of electricity up and down his arm. Nose in the hollow of her throat, hurriedly climbing up to her ear, he inhaled her scent and noticed it wasn't sweet like all the other women's. No, it was a strong mix of musk and spice - like ginger, his mind provided - filling his senses, intoxicating-
Small hands weaved themselves around him, one on his back, the other near his shoulder. Puffs of air licked at the shell of his ear, a growl in warning,
"You better not regret this tomorrow morning."