McCoy's been settling in with the new status quo as best as he can. It's not like he's totally in love with hurtling even further into the past when he's already coping with losing five hundred centuries of gains in medicine and technology, but he's gonna make do. After what happened in the lab, he figures he's got no right in hell to complain
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Now, though. Well, she's finding herself unsettled again. All the changes to the Island bringing her home only not home and she's been feeling an ache in her chest she's hesitant to dwell on for fear of becoming maudlin. Juliet does not do maudlin. She is, however, willing to indulge herself to the degree of seeking out the company of one of the few people in this new life she might actually considers a friend.
She hears the thud and rushes in only to stop short at the sight of Leonard lying on the floor with a perfectly indignant look on his face. It's nearly impossible for her not to laugh.
"I promise not to breathe a word of this."
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She presses her lips shut to try and minimize her obvious amusement at this particular mishap, though he does like shockingly handsome when he blushes. She wouldn't have guessed that.
"I think I can find my way to being of some assistance, though," she says once he's regained his dignity. Closing the distance between them with a bit of heat in her eyes to accompany the smile.
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She looks up at him through her lashes, pleased at his height, at the fact that she needs to tip her face up to meet his eyes. Such a small thing but it makes her feel feminine and she rests a hand on her back, wrapping the other behind his neck. "You seem to be in a bit of a bind and how could I resist coming to the aid of a gentleman in distress?"
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Her fingers are playing with the hair at the back of his neck as she bites her lip. Enjoying the flirtation. Hoping to distract him from the pain that she can see by the slight tightness around his eyes. "So am I to understand I need to kiss you to save you from the evil clutches of the mistletoe? Not that I need an excuse, mind."
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The feel of his fingertips against her skin are becoming ever more distracting, but she doesn't close the distance completely. Not yet. "So, just a little bit of a kiss then? I think I might be able to find my way to obliging."
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She looks suitably apologetic as she leans in, pressing her lips against his. Not exactly the romantic moment she was hoping for, but she's willing to make allowances for bodily injury.
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