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By the time that Klaus and Obi-Wan roll out of bed and take a shower, Klaus's new body is very well fucked and a little sore, but in a satisfying sort of way. It isn't as stressful as he might have thought, suddenly having a different body. He knows that it isn't permanent and he'll be back to himself soon enough, so he might has well have some fun with it.

When Obi-Wan has to leave to go visit with Anakin and the twins, Klaus pouts but doesn't protest, because he knows how much the babies mean to him. He also declines Obi-Wan's offer to join him, because he has no idea what to do around babies and Anakin always looks at him as if he's vaguely confused by the entire concept of him, so he doesn't really feel like dealing with that.

Instead, he pulls on a dress that he must have claimed from Allison's things. It's flowy and purple and not at all seasonal, so he pulls his coat on over it. The thing envelopes him almost entirely, given how small he is, and it's after he walks to the door that he realizes that he doesn't have any shoes. He puts on a few pairs of socks and then steps into a pair of his lighter boots, leaving him to clomp around ridiculously on his way over to Harley's apartment. She has to be the next to see him like this, obviously.

By the time he gets to her door, he's shivering his shapely ass off, teeth chattering as he lifts a hand to knock loudly on her door. He gave her no warning, of course. It'll be more fun this way.

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"Just think, now you can finally fit in them," I said, playing dumb while I filled our cups, mindlessly fixing both our coffees just how we like them.

I couldn't even say how I know how he takes his coffee, and as I dumped in extra sugar, I realized it might've been that I was just making them both how I took my own.

"It's been ages since I've screwed around with a woman. You think it's like riding a bike?"

"I don't know if riding would be the right analogy," Klaus says as he reaches around her to grab a coffee. He usually drinks it black, but he isn't going to say no to a little sugar. "Maybe more like wrapping presents."

He makes a scissor cutting motion with his free hand and then winks before taking a careful sip from the mug. Nodding his approval, he makes his way down the hall to Harley's bedroom to head straight for her closet.

"It's been a long time for me too," Klaus calls out as if he's just realizing it, which maybe he is. "Not since Obi-Wan was that hot little piece."

"Okay, now we've got proof you're still a boy under there. You're making scissoring jokes," I said, rolling my eyes dramatically.

"That wasn't that long ago, was it? God, I'm terrible with time."

I flung open the doors of my closet, gesturing him inside. "What's mine is yours, sweet cheeks."

"Hell, I get confused about how old I am if I think about it too hard," Klaus says distractedly, setting his mug down on the dresser as he steps into the closet. That's more the fault of time travel, but he figures that it counts. "But it was a bit ago, yeah."

He laughs at the pet name and pulls the dress over her head, leaving him in nothing but a pair of his own lacy purple underwear. He reaches back and gives said sweet cheeks a pat through the lace before reaching for a bright pink dress and yanking it off its hanger.

"Your clothes are so fantastic." He walks back out of the closet and slings the dress over his bare shoulder so he can reach for the coffee again. "I have no idea what I should steal."