[A walk is not always a walk] [Len, Goldy]
One of the upsides to being planetside, and one that Leonard was planning on taking full advantage of, was the ability to go for a walk somewhere that wasn't just the same old repetitive brightness of cool corridors. He had always enjoyed a nice, solitary ramble, something which hadn't come all that easily with increasing fame, unfortunately. Here, though, there were no fans likely to jump upon him and ask him for an autograph, and on his latest excursion Leonard had discovered that the buildings closest to the shoreline were vaguely reminiscent of the Mediterranean: all whitewashed facades and climbing flowers, quiet and (of course) impeccably neat little alleys and passageways.
Perhaps he would take Nyota here, when she got back to him.
If that thought hadn't been slightly distracting him when he ran into Bill, returning from his visit to Tina, on his way out, he might have noticed something a little odd about him. Something in the way that their rather brief kiss in passing was yet also somehow intensely passionate, something about the unusual flush to his cheeks, something about his insistence to get back inside and not join him. But neither of the former signs were all that unusual, and Bill had said he'd caught too much sun, which made eminent sense given the temperatures around here.
Which was undoubtedly why he was feeling quite hot himself, now, as he walked down the evenly paved streets. As for the low undercurrent of arousal... well. If the kiss itself hadn't been enough temporary incentive for that, the fact that he was still waiting on Nyota to get back to him surely was - he was simply no longer used to that ever-present tension that came with a new relationship in its developing stages.
There was nothing unusual about the way he felt. For now.
Perhaps he would take Nyota here, when she got back to him.
If that thought hadn't been slightly distracting him when he ran into Bill, returning from his visit to Tina, on his way out, he might have noticed something a little odd about him. Something in the way that their rather brief kiss in passing was yet also somehow intensely passionate, something about the unusual flush to his cheeks, something about his insistence to get back inside and not join him. But neither of the former signs were all that unusual, and Bill had said he'd caught too much sun, which made eminent sense given the temperatures around here.
Which was undoubtedly why he was feeling quite hot himself, now, as he walked down the evenly paved streets. As for the low undercurrent of arousal... well. If the kiss itself hadn't been enough temporary incentive for that, the fact that he was still waiting on Nyota to get back to him surely was - he was simply no longer used to that ever-present tension that came with a new relationship in its developing stages.
There was nothing unusual about the way he felt. For now.