Dammit, fine, Styx.
So, somethingstyx started all of this, I swear, with these. I had no choice! I was compelled by forces not my own to do a followup.
Magic Kaitou/Detective Conan, Kaito/Aoko pairing. Crossdressing kink.
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Some days, Aoko swore she could just deck her boyfriend. She loved Kaito dearly, but he could be just as smug, cocky, and insufferable as any other man, and even more so for being a magician and a prankster (not to mention Kid). Usually these problems were solved with a quick mop to the head, or just a smack if her preferred weapon of choice wasn't handy.
Other days, she wasn't so lucky.
And this weekend just happened to be a couple of those days. In a row.
Aoko's eyes narrowed as she felt a hand casually reaching for the hem of her skirt. "Stop that," she snapped, whirling to smack the offending hand with the mixing spoon.
Yuki retreated, rubbing her hand and fixing Aoko with a sour look. "What was that for, Aoko-chan?!"
"You know what!" Aoko declared, indignant, but was interrupted as her father stuck his head into the kitchen.
"Is everything all right in here, girls?" Ginzou asked, look from one to the other and giving Aoko a look that clearly said I-hope-you-aren't-picking-on-your-friends-young-missy.
"Everything's just fine, Mister Nakamori!" Yuki chimed, hopping to snuggle up against Aoko's side. The brunette turned an interesting shade of red and tried not to sputter. "I was just bothering Aoko-chan about the cookies. We'll have them done soon, promise!"
The officer smiled indulgently at the girls. "No no, take your time," he assured them. "It's not often we have Yuki-kun over, after all. Let me know when you start dinner."
That said, he returned to the living room, presumably to watch more sports. Aoko glared daggers at Yuki, who just grinned at her cheekily, still snug against her side.
"I can't believe you," Aoko finally managed, exasperated, as she went back to mixing the dough. Slim arms -- deceptively strong, as always -- slipped around her waist from behind, and she frowned, determined not to give in.
It had been like this all weekend. Subtle touches, lips near her ear, hugs that weren't at all girly when one was on the receiving end, fingers on her legs under the table. Always light, never lingering. Every time in plain view -- and yet not -- of her father, cunningly calculated so that she'd blush hotly and yet couldn't hit him without being accused of abusing her 'good friend'. Her father probably thought she was feverish or something by now, with how often her face had been red over the past day.
And then afterwards, when they'd escaped to the sanctity of her room, he'd laugh and she'd rave and he'd kiss her and damn him, she'd melt before she even got the chance to throw a punch. Which normally she wouldn't mind that much, but he really, really deserved it this time.
Now 'Yuki' rested her chin on Aoko's shoulder and looked pensively at the shapes that the brunette was cutting out of the dough with more force than was probably necessary. At least he wasn't smirking, Aoko reflected, muttering angrily under her breath, although the thought didn't bring her much comfort. She could still tell he was very much amused, and he wasn't letting go, either.
(At least that part wasn't so bad. It was always nice having him against her, even if he was wearing a dress at the moment and her father could walk in at any given second.)
Even so, she'd had enough of this. If Kaito was going to play dirty, then dammit, so was she.
A smug smile curled at Aoko's lips where her boyfriend couldn't see.
She knew just how to do it, too.
Kaito let go of her when she turned to put the cookies in the oven, and when she straightened again he was standing there with his hands in his skirt pockets, a cocky grin, and a smart remark clearly waiting on the tip of his tongue.
She didn't give him the chance to voice it.
Aoko grabbed each side of Kaito's face -- sharper and familiar under all the layers of makeup -- and dragged him down for a very thorough, very passionate kiss. One that might have made Nakamori-keibu seriously question his daughter's sexuality if he had happened to stumble upon the scene.
When she broke away, they were both gasping, but Kaito's cheeks were a gratifying shade of pink, and his eyes were wide and dilated. Combined with his disguise, it made him look oddly pretty.
Catching her breath, Aoko managed a cocky grin of her own, patting Kaito's cheek before pulling away. "Let me know when the cookies are done, okay, Yuki-chan?" she asked sweetly, turning towards the living room. She was almost at the doorway before she heard the soft and very masculine curse behind her, causing her grin to erupt into giggles as she sat down next to her father on the couch.
Nakamori looked at her and smiled. "Having fun?"
"Yup!" Aoko chimed, smoothing down her skirt. But for the life of him, Ginzou couldn't explain why his daughter smirked as she added, "We should have Yuki-chan over more often."
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....And then Styx did a followup to the followup.
Magic Kaitou/Detective Conan, Kaito/Aoko pairing. Crossdressing kink.
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Some days, Aoko swore she could just deck her boyfriend. She loved Kaito dearly, but he could be just as smug, cocky, and insufferable as any other man, and even more so for being a magician and a prankster (not to mention Kid). Usually these problems were solved with a quick mop to the head, or just a smack if her preferred weapon of choice wasn't handy.
Other days, she wasn't so lucky.
And this weekend just happened to be a couple of those days. In a row.
Aoko's eyes narrowed as she felt a hand casually reaching for the hem of her skirt. "Stop that," she snapped, whirling to smack the offending hand with the mixing spoon.
Yuki retreated, rubbing her hand and fixing Aoko with a sour look. "What was that for, Aoko-chan?!"
"You know what!" Aoko declared, indignant, but was interrupted as her father stuck his head into the kitchen.
"Is everything all right in here, girls?" Ginzou asked, look from one to the other and giving Aoko a look that clearly said I-hope-you-aren't-picking-on-your-friends-young-missy.
"Everything's just fine, Mister Nakamori!" Yuki chimed, hopping to snuggle up against Aoko's side. The brunette turned an interesting shade of red and tried not to sputter. "I was just bothering Aoko-chan about the cookies. We'll have them done soon, promise!"
The officer smiled indulgently at the girls. "No no, take your time," he assured them. "It's not often we have Yuki-kun over, after all. Let me know when you start dinner."
That said, he returned to the living room, presumably to watch more sports. Aoko glared daggers at Yuki, who just grinned at her cheekily, still snug against her side.
"I can't believe you," Aoko finally managed, exasperated, as she went back to mixing the dough. Slim arms -- deceptively strong, as always -- slipped around her waist from behind, and she frowned, determined not to give in.
It had been like this all weekend. Subtle touches, lips near her ear, hugs that weren't at all girly when one was on the receiving end, fingers on her legs under the table. Always light, never lingering. Every time in plain view -- and yet not -- of her father, cunningly calculated so that she'd blush hotly and yet couldn't hit him without being accused of abusing her 'good friend'. Her father probably thought she was feverish or something by now, with how often her face had been red over the past day.
And then afterwards, when they'd escaped to the sanctity of her room, he'd laugh and she'd rave and he'd kiss her and damn him, she'd melt before she even got the chance to throw a punch. Which normally she wouldn't mind that much, but he really, really deserved it this time.
Now 'Yuki' rested her chin on Aoko's shoulder and looked pensively at the shapes that the brunette was cutting out of the dough with more force than was probably necessary. At least he wasn't smirking, Aoko reflected, muttering angrily under her breath, although the thought didn't bring her much comfort. She could still tell he was very much amused, and he wasn't letting go, either.
(At least that part wasn't so bad. It was always nice having him against her, even if he was wearing a dress at the moment and her father could walk in at any given second.)
Even so, she'd had enough of this. If Kaito was going to play dirty, then dammit, so was she.
A smug smile curled at Aoko's lips where her boyfriend couldn't see.
She knew just how to do it, too.
Kaito let go of her when she turned to put the cookies in the oven, and when she straightened again he was standing there with his hands in his skirt pockets, a cocky grin, and a smart remark clearly waiting on the tip of his tongue.
She didn't give him the chance to voice it.
Aoko grabbed each side of Kaito's face -- sharper and familiar under all the layers of makeup -- and dragged him down for a very thorough, very passionate kiss. One that might have made Nakamori-keibu seriously question his daughter's sexuality if he had happened to stumble upon the scene.
When she broke away, they were both gasping, but Kaito's cheeks were a gratifying shade of pink, and his eyes were wide and dilated. Combined with his disguise, it made him look oddly pretty.
Catching her breath, Aoko managed a cocky grin of her own, patting Kaito's cheek before pulling away. "Let me know when the cookies are done, okay, Yuki-chan?" she asked sweetly, turning towards the living room. She was almost at the doorway before she heard the soft and very masculine curse behind her, causing her grin to erupt into giggles as she sat down next to her father on the couch.
Nakamori looked at her and smiled. "Having fun?"
"Yup!" Aoko chimed, smoothing down her skirt. But for the life of him, Ginzou couldn't explain why his daughter smirked as she added, "We should have Yuki-chan over more often."
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....And then Styx did a followup to the followup.