Slightly breathless she wipes away the sweat that has beaded on her forehead with the back of her hand. Rearranging the furniture had seemed like a good idea when she had started but now she is less certain. It is coming together, it really is, but this is yet another time when the effortlessness of her powers is sorely missed.
The knock on her door distracts her and she strides across the room to answer it. Opening it a surprised smile spreads across her face at who it is. "Leonard, hi. I wasn't expecting you. Come in."
McCoy can't help but arch his brow when he sees the condition he's found her in. "I brought lunch, but now I'm wondering what I interrupted," he says, giving her a slightly teasing smile. He leans in to press a kiss to her cheek. "You look like you're working up a real appetite, darling."
"I was rearranging the furniture," she says gesturing with a wave of her hands to the newly arranged living room. Running a hand through her hair, sweat slicking it back, she shrugs. Still smiling she turns towards him, her exasperation wholly focused on herself. Sometimes Jean doesn't know when to just quit.
"I have no idea what got into me, but I appreciate you coming by, saving me from my own madness."
"Want some help with that?" he offers, even though he's got the picnic basket in hand and even though looking at her in the state she's in isn't helping matters any. He clears his throat slightly. "I mean, after we talk. I was hoping to. Talk."
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The knock on her door distracts her and she strides across the room to answer it. Opening it a surprised smile spreads across her face at who it is. "Leonard, hi. I wasn't expecting you. Come in."
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"I have no idea what got into me, but I appreciate you coming by, saving me from my own madness."
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