(for obi-wan)

[terriblymisguided]

These days, Klaus seems to spend more nights at Obi-Wan's than he does at home. Sometimes he feels a little bad about it, but it's fleeting. It's still hard to leave his room and see Ben's empty across the hall, sitting just as he left it like some shrine.

Same with Allison's. Almost all of them were there, and they were bonding and they were happy, he thinks. As happy as a group of Hargreeves children could be, anyway. Now they're slowly disappearing and when Klaus is home, he just gets this sinking feeling. Who's next?

He doesn't get that at Obi-Wan's. Yes, there is a part of him that's terrified that one day he'll wake up and Obi-Wan will just be gone, like Ben and like Allison, but he tries not to think about it. There are no bad thoughts associated with Obi-Wan's apartment, which was once sparse and a little bland, but now is looking livelier. Obi-Wan lets him bring in pieces that he thinks would look good, even though he doesn't live there. Not officially, anyway. Even though more of his belongings seem to be migrating over, and he just buys two of all of his toiletries and make up now, one for each place.

Some people might find it difficult to migrate back and forth, but not Klaus. Back home, he was always on the move, always heading out on some new adventure. But living out of overnight bags and heading back and forth across the city provides a little satisfaction to the part of him that's unable to give into his wanderlust. He isn't really settled in any one place and, for now at least, that's how he likes it.

Staying over at Obi-Wan's is always a good time, because he gets put to bed with good sex and usually wakes up with more of it, or at least coffee and breakfast. Obi-Wan spoils him, but Klaus likes being spoiled, so he never tries to dissuade him.

This morning, Klaus is asleep on his back, face turned away from the light filtering in from the curtains. His chest is bare even though the room is a little chilly, and the blankets are pushed down to his hips, hair tossed across the pillow.

He wakes up just a little, breathing in deeply before drifting off again, not waking up enough to realize that at some point in the night, his body shifted into something different, one curvier and more feminine, with full breasts and the absence of a cock between his legs.

That will certainly catch his notice later, but for now, he sleeps. it's hard work growing such wonderful tits, after all.

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[larger_world]

Perhaps if not for the Force, Obi-Wan would be more surprised by the appearance of a woman in his bed. Perhaps if such a thing hadn't already happened to him, he might be more surprised, but as it is, when he opens his eyes in the early morning light and finds the beautiful woman lying next to him, he knows it's still Klaus lying there.

It's still early and he knows Klaus will sleep for a little while longer, so Obi-Wan leans over and presses a kiss to the slightly rounder cheek, then rises. He showers, meditates, then puts on coffee, knowing the smell will wake Klaus.

He has to admit, in a playful little part of his heart, he's hoping to hear a yelp of surprise from the bedroom.

[larger_world]

Klaus sleeps longer than Obi-Wan does, which isn't unusual, as Obi-Wan tends to use meditation as his most restful moments. He dozes a bit, slipping in and out of sleep, then rises and leaves Klaus resting peacefully. He takes a proper shower, washes his hair and body, then combs his hair and his beard before getting dressed and settling himself in the living room to meditate.

Before long, he's sure Klaus will wake, and perhaps they'll go out for a meal. Perhaps Klaus will want to show his family his current state. Whatever he wishes, Obi-Wan will happily do.

[terriblymisguided]

Honestly, the only complaint that Klaus has about Darrow sticking him in a female presenting body for a bit is that they didn't do it at a more seasonably appropriate time. This body is pretty great, if he does say so himself, and he'd like to show it off without freezing half to death.

When he and Obi-Wan go out for dinner, Klaus keeps the cute leather jacket that he borrowed from Renee on the whole time because it's freezing in the restaurant. He's almost annoyed by it, because how is anyone supposed to see these delicate shoulders?

After their meal, Klaus feels pleasantly tipsy on wine and suggests that they go for a walk. He takes a hit from his vape pen with one hand while holding Obi-Wan's in the other, turning his head away to exhale as he slips it back into his pocket. Another plus side to this much smaller body: his weed lasts longer.

The combination of wine and weed and the way that the cool night air sweeps up under his dress, not to mention the wonderful man at his side, who seems so much bigger and burlier now, has him feeling a little frisky. He feels a little too chill for a club, but he doesn't want to go home, either.

The solution presents itself as they round a corner and Klaus spots the marquee of the little art house theater that they've spent time in before. A smile spreads across his face and he squeezes Obi-Wan's hand, turning to smile up at him. "How about we catch a movie?"

[terriblymisguided]

After such a rousing night of passionately intense sex, it’s no wonder that Klaus sleeps like a rock. The sun is high in the sky by the time he finally wakes up, so it isn’t much of a surprise when he flings his arm out to the side and finds the other side of the bed cold.

He sits up with a groan and stretches his arms up over his head, smacking his lips as he looks around the room and waits for his brain to finish booting up. His hands go to his face, rubbing at his eyes and patting his cheeks, and he freezes when he realizes that he feels stubble and facial hair.

Immediately, he tosses the covers off of himself and looks down to see his body, his body, with its flat chest and skinny thighs dusted with hair. And his cock!

“Oh, I missed you, you beautiful bastard,” he says to it, and then scrambles out of bed. He falls down instantly and then hops up to grab Obi-Wan’s robe from the hook behind the door, pulling it on as he trots down the hall. As expected, Obi-Wan is sitting on his meditation cushions, and thankfully he appears to be reading and not lost in thought.

“Obi!” He calls out, jumping onto the cushions in front of him and pulling the robe open to flash him. “Look who’s back!”