It's not that she minded the nickname 'Bunny,' even if she showed annoyance every time he did so. No, she actually liked the nickname. It was the actions the old man did along with calling her 'Bunny' that pissed her off. A little ruffle of her blonde waves, nudge to the shoulder, pinch to the cheek (and not the kind of cheek she'd prefer him to grope).
Barbara Brooks Jr. glared at herself in the bathroom mirror, furrowing her perfectly shaped eyebrows together as she tried to figure out why exactly the citywide-declared 'Sexiest Queen of Heroes' would be daughterzoned by the Crusher for Justice. I am NOT Karina,she thought with a frown, thinking about the pretty, but still far too young, Princess of Heroes who crushed madly on Kotetsu. Quickly unzipping her red leather jacket and stepping out of her skintight jeans, Barbara examined her body. Sure, she could be curvier, but she wasn't boyish. Breasts that could fit into his hand, a slender waist, sensuous hips, and long, long legs...Barbara was the whole metaphorical package.
But even when she'd posed in that barely there bathing suit a few months ago, Kotetsu had barely glanced at her. She'd practically flashed him, and there was no way he couldn't tell she was posing for him. Leg up, leg out, breasts out, ass up: she'd done everything. But still, daughterzoned. It was humiliating. Barbara didn't even know why she wanted the old man so badly, but she did.
She wanted his rough, tanned hands (which would look so nice against her perfect pale skin), she wanted to feel the weight of him on top of her, be pressed together again like they had when Kotetsu (the idiot) had set off the wire all those months ago that tied them up. She'd spent the better part of an hour staring into his annoyingly puppy-like eyes. Stupid old man,she thought, biting down on her lip and focusing on her face. Maybe it was her face that'd put him off? No, she was fairly pretty, with a straight nose, full lips, and big green eyes with her mother's long lashes.
Then, her phone buzzed with a text. "Speak of the devil," she muttered, unlocking her phone to view the message: Hey, it's almost Christmas you know. Want to come over for some hot chocolate? I got my favorite little bunny a present too-WT.
"What is WRONG with him?" she exclaimed, throwing her phone over on her bed and stomping over to her closet, pulling it open to examine the acres of clothing inside. That was it: she wanted her Christmas romance. She wanted the sex by an open fire, Kotetsu naked and wanting her, only her. She would not be Karina, left behind in the dust, because she was Barbara Brooks Jr, and, dammit, she wanted Kotetsu T. Kaburagi.
"Bunny outfit?" she wondered, flipping past the scanty outfit Nathan gave her as a joke for her birthday. Only flamingly gay men could pull those kinds of stunts with her. "No...no, if he didn't respond to the bathing suit, he won't respond to the bunny suit. Too fake. Maybe...maybe something more real." She disregarded the insanity associated to talking to oneself as she looked over in the mirror, at her unmade-up face and messy waves. A fairly diabolic grin spread over her face as she pulled out the perfect outfit, pulled it on, grabbed her bag, and hurried out the door.
"Hey, Little Bunny, you came!" Kotetsu laughed, far too delighted by the presence of the tall blonde in his doorway. When he took in the sight of her, Barbara smirked to herself as she thought she detected the faintest hint of a blush beneath his tan skin, "You look nice." She swept into his apartment, throwing him an uncharacteristic smile over her shoulder.
"You don't look so bad yourself, old man," she murmured, sliding back on his sofa and feeling her soft hair fall over her bare shoulders. It had been a good idea: tight, proper pencil skirt to contrast an oversized cable-knit sweater that oh-so carefully fell off her shoulders. Sure enough, he was the kind of man to light the fireplace and have a modest, but still well decorated, Christmas tree.
"How's your holiday break been?" he asked, grabbing two mugs of aromatic hot chocolate and handing her one. She took a little sip, thinking about the calories, and then forgetting about healthiness and dieting altogether because the old man made really, really good hot chocolate.
"Uneventful, mostly. A little sleepy," she sighed, stretching for effect and arching her back as she did so. Yes, Kotetsu, look at me. And not like a daughter,she thought. With a grin, Kotetsu leaned over and brushed back her waves, exposing her collarbone.
"I'm glad you could make it. I was going to save your present for Christmas, but I didn't know if you had other plans. So...yeah," he said, stretching his arm behind his back and giving her a sheepish smile. Barbara fought back the impulse to kiss his stupidity away. Then, he got off the couch, making a 'wait here' motion before ducking beneath the Christmas tree to retrieve a small, slender red velvet box. Kotetsu turned around, a warm, caring smile spreading across his face. Barbara set her drink down and stood up, taking the gift he offered.
"I hope you like it..." he said, trailing off as Barbara clicked the little box open. When she saw the little present inside, her words caught in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes. It was the pin she'd lost because of Maverick, the one he'd given to her over a year ago. Shiny, gold, the kind of pin she knew would look perfect pinned onto her favorite leather jacket. "I-It's not the same pin," Kotetsu stuttered, gaping at her tears as Barbara closed the box and brought her hand up to her mouth, tears spilling over her cheeks, "I had a replica made." She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut, and Kotetsu flailed, trying to save face.
"Hey, Bar-" he started, but never finished. Barbara flung her arms around his neck, burying her face into his chest as the velvet box dangled in her hand. She squeezed him, hard, feeling his shirt absorb her tears.
"It's beautiful, Kotetsu," she murmured, pulling away and looking up at him with a tear-stained face, "And I'm sorry...but my gift is far less tangible."
She cradled his face in her soft hands, standing on her tip toes to press her lips to his. Kotetsu went rigid for a moment before melting into her touch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground, one hand went into her hair, feeling, stroking, and he kissed her like she'd never been kissed before. When they broke away for the sake of air, he gaped at her in awe, his face blushed and lips reddened.
"...Merry Christmas," she whispered, placing her hands against his chest.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, thumbing away one of her stray tears, "Bunny...Barbara...I'm so lucky to have you in my life."
"You're an old fool," Barbara muttered, her cheeks flushed from heat, "I'm the lucky one." And then she said nothing more, but just kissed him again. It grew more enthusiastic, and she tugged at his tie, deftly unworked his buttons, and stripped off his shirt. Kotetsu began to tug her towards the bedroom, but she shook her head and pushed him onto his soft carpet.
"I don't want to waste a second," she sighed, toying with the edge of her sweater with a coy smile on her face. Kotetsu smiled back broadly and eagerly pulled her sweater off, leaving Barbara in her skirt and bra. The older man leaned back on his arms and admired her, making Barbara blush even harder.
"...Sorry, I'm just trying to figure out what a pretty girl like you is doing on top of an old man like me," he laughed, running his fingers over her toned waist and admiring her stocking covered legs. Barbara bit her lip and trailed a finger over the tent in Kotetsu's pants.
"Because this pretty girl hasn't ever wanted anyone but you, old man," she said, leaning down to kiss him again. His hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently, causing her to nip his lower lip. He reached around and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts to his touch. Kotetsu stared at her chest with lust, looking up at Barbara through his own dark eyelashes before sitting up to tongue them. He wrapped his arms around her, trailing his tongue over her breasts and leaving little love bites on the pale skin.
"Nngh, Kotetsu, yes," she moaned, rubbing against him through the fabric of his pants as he laved her nipples, causing him to groan against her. Using her talented fingers, she reached down and carefully unzipped his pants. "Before...before you make me cum just by doing that," she panted, pushing back her sweaty mess of hair, "I want to get you naked. And if you want...you can finish undressing me," she said, toying with the zipper of her skirt.
Kotetsu stared at her, allowing the blonde to ease off of him and tug his pants (and subsequently) boxers off, leaving him nude. He looked even sexier than she'd imagined, all seasoned muscle and his cock: thick, hard as could be, the kind she could see herself riding until they both passed out. Kotetsu flipped onto his hands and knees, his brown hair falling in his face as he crawled towards her.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he latched his teeth onto her zipper and yanked down, pulling the tight pencil skirt away. He played with the top of her tights before ripping them off with a fairly sexual growl emanating from his throat.
"You're gorgeous," he moaned as she leaned up and kissed him once more, wrapping a bare leg around his waist and pulling him close to her.
"And here I thought you saw me as a child," she laughed as he kissed his way down her torso, licking along the toned contours of her abdomen. Kotetsu laughed, sending the vibrations straight to her core.
"You mean like I thought you saw me as an old man?" he asked, flicking his tongue against her inner thigh and making Barbara shudder.
"Touche."
He teased her some more, dipping into the junction between her hip and inner thigh, brushing the tip of his tongue against her outer lips, but avoided her clit. Kotetsu licked a long strip along her pussy, finally hitting that little pleasure spot and making Barbara cry out.
"Kotetsu!" she moaned, grinding her sex against his tongue, and she felt him smirk as he slid his tongue inside, "Fuck, fuck, Kotetsu, I need you," she babbled, arching her back so she stared into the crackling fireplace as he swirled his tongue around her clit, alternating between sucking and kissing—all the while sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body.
She thought she'd be able to last his torture until he began humming. Stifling a squeal, her legs clamped together automatically as a response to the new sensation, but Kotetsu pinned them to the floor. His muscles flexed as he pressed her legs down, his tongue working tirelessly to make her cum.
"Bunny," he moaned, working a finger inside her as he focused on her clit, beginning to pump it slowly, "Come on, cum for me, my Bunny." It all became too much for her, fingers, tongue, humming, Kotetsu fucking her with his fingers and tongue, groaning and moaning her name as they writhed naked in front of a fireplace. White lights exploded in front of her eyes as the orgasm rocked through her body, forcing her hips upward and making her toes and fingers curl.
"K-Kotetsu! Ah!" she screamed, fisting her fingers in his hair as he kept licking her, lapping up the juices that dripped down the side of his mouth. She looked down at a sight that she thought she'd only see in her wettest of dreams—a lustful Kotetsu licking her juices off his fingers, lazily grinning at her.
"Best Christmas," he laughed, moving back up over her. Although she still felt dazed from the intensity of her orgasm, Barbara still had enough speed to flip Kotetsu over onto his back and straddle his hips.
"Oh no, no, Kotetsu. My turn."
AN: Read and review, please!
