***
Leon groaned as he crawled out of bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress for a moment, running a hand through his hair, before standing up and stretching,
working on the pains in his back. "Weird night," he grumbled, scratching at his neck as he went and convinced his coffeemaker to work its magic. He
stood in his studio apartments kitchen area for a moment, thinking back. He couldn't be sure, but...
He remembered Robin coming over, and they'd watched the latest Indiana Jones, he'd started to fall asleep and then Robin made her move. Leon paused as
the Mr. Coffee beeped at him. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that was just an odd dream he'd had. She hadn't really been wearing that
tight vest and short skirt with nothing underneath, had she? Scowling, Leon sipped at his coffee, ignoring the foul taste of gunk that had been left in the pot
since last night. It had been a very short skirt indeed...
No, he decided. That was clearly a dream brought on by the sheer amount of Bizarre Sexual Tension between them. He put the pot back on the coffeemaker and
grinned slightly. It was a strange situation, but after some consideration, he felt he was getting the hang of Rob being a beautiful catwoman that was clearly
interested in him, and was rapidly losing any inhibitions from her previous life about showing him affection.
And to be honest with himself, he thought as he headed for the bathroom, he seemed to be going along a similar path. He'd been thinking of her as Robin for
some time, and his resistance to any actions with her... well, they were nonexistent now really, more habit then anything else. He wanted her as badly as he
hoped she wanted him.
As he considered this, and the consequences of going down that path, while turning on the shower, Robins voice suddenly popped out of thin air. "Hi
Leon!" His eyes widened and he spun to see Robin leaning in through an open window, a smile on her face. Not for the first time, he noted that catgirls
seemed to have this attitude that any open entrance was perfectly acceptable, even an open window in his bathroom nowhere near the fire escape.
"Dammit, don't sneak up on me like that," he grumbled, before stopping in minor confusion. The friendly smile on Robins face vanished as her jaw
dropped slightly, eyes widening as her ears stood straight up. "What?"
"... wow," she managed. Giving her a confused look, he followed her line of sight and looked down, only to be reminded that not only had he not
bothered with wearing boxers to bed last night, but his morning considerations on the matter of Robin, Robins body and what he'd like to do to said body,
had led to quite a demonstration from his manhood. Managing a strangled yelp, he grabbed for a towel to cover himself, even as Robin snapped back to reality
and pulled herself back out the window with a startled "Nya!"
"Rob, we have doors and doorbells for a reason!" Leon growled.
"Sorry," came the reply. "I was roof-hopping and decided to visit. It was quicker to use the open window."
Leon took a deep breath. "Wait there a minute. Let me get some pants on," he said with a sigh, heading out the bathroom door.
As such, he was looking the other way when Robin leaned back in to take a good look at him again. "Oh yes, I'm straight alright," she murmured to
herself with a soft smile. "Thank you mad science..."
***
Leon groaned as he crawled out of bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress for a moment, running a hand through his hair, before standing up and stretching,
working on the pains in his back. "Weird night," he grumbled, scratching at his neck as he went and convinced his coffeemaker to work its magic. He
stood in his studio apartments kitchen area for a moment, thinking back. He couldn't be sure, but...
He remembered Robin coming over, and they'd watched the latest Indiana Jones, he'd started to fall asleep and then Robin made her move. Leon paused as
the Mr. Coffee beeped at him. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that was just an odd dream he'd had. She hadn't really been wearing that
tight vest and short skirt with nothing underneath, had she? Scowling, Leon sipped at his coffee, ignoring the foul taste of gunk that had been left in the pot
since last night. It had been a very short skirt indeed...
No, he decided. That was clearly a dream brought on by the sheer amount of Bizarre Sexual Tension between them. He put the pot back on the coffeemaker and
grinned slightly. It was a strange situation, but after some consideration, he felt he was getting the hang of Rob being a beautiful catwoman that was clearly
interested in him, and was rapidly losing any inhibitions from her previous life about showing him affection.
And to be honest with himself, he thought as he headed for the bathroom, he seemed to be going along a similar path. He'd been thinking of her as Robin for
some time, and his resistance to any actions with her... well, they were nonexistent now really, more habit then anything else. He wanted her as badly as he
hoped she wanted him.
As he considered this, and the consequences of going down that path, while turning on the shower, Robins voice suddenly popped out of thin air. "Hi
Leon!" His eyes widened and he spun to see Robin leaning in through an open window, a smile on her face. Not for the first time, he noted that catgirls
seemed to have this attitude that any open entrance was perfectly acceptable, even an open window in his bathroom nowhere near the fire escape.
"Dammit, don't sneak up on me like that," he grumbled, before stopping in minor confusion. The friendly smile on Robins face vanished as her jaw
dropped slightly, eyes widening as her ears stood straight up. "What?"
"... wow," she managed. Giving her a confused look, he followed her line of sight and looked down, only to be reminded that not only had he not
bothered with wearing boxers to bed last night, but his morning considerations on the matter of Robin, Robins body and what he'd like to do to said body,
had led to quite a demonstration from his manhood. Managing a strangled yelp, he grabbed for a towel to cover himself, even as Robin snapped back to reality
and pulled herself back out the window with a startled "Nya!"
"Rob, we have doors and doorbells for a reason!" Leon growled.
"Sorry," came the reply. "I was roof-hopping and decided to visit. It was quicker to use the open window."
Leon took a deep breath. "Wait there a minute. Let me get some pants on," he said with a sigh, heading out the bathroom door.
As such, he was looking the other way when Robin leaned back in to take a good look at him again. "Oh yes, I'm straight alright," she murmured to
herself with a soft smile. "Thank you mad science..."
***