[For Jean]

[leftwithmybones]

Sooner or later, it's gonna come up.

It's why McCoy's starting to feel like maybe he ought to be the one to broach the topic. Hell, he knows that he wants it to come up and he's got to stop being a coward about it sometime. He sighs heavily and shifts the picnic basket in his hands as he knocks on her door, hoping to god that Rachel isn't home.

Not that he doesn't like the kid, but the topic he wants to discuss with Jean isn't exactly kid-kosher. He smooths a hand through his hair in an effort to tame his nerves, aware he's not having much success at all.

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[risesagain]

This is more like it. At the rate that they were going, Jean had been more than a little tempted to just do it herself. This was different, not simply because it had taken so long but because there was no guilt in it. No hidden wrongness which made the kiss all the more enjoyable. Leaning into the kiss, her eyes flutter close as she rests a hand on his shoulder.

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's been feeling pent-up for a long while and he's not the kind of man who rushes into things, but all the same, his body is increasingly reacting and telling him that he's been waiting for this for a helluva long time. There's a small noise that catches in the back of his throat as he slides his hand around to her back, coaxing her to stand.

[risesagain]

This is not adult-like behavior. No, it is adult behavior, though she feels quite a lot like a teenager again. It has been so long since she's done anything like. Being dead has a way of sucking the sex drive out of someone, for a lot very obvious reasons. A quiet groan escapes her throat as she runs her hands down his back, reaching to slide his shirt up with her hands as she gets to her feet. The idea of just doing it on her floor crosses through her mind. Rachel might walk in at any moment, but frankly Jean does not care.

[leftwithmybones]

He eases back, slipping the shirt off and tossing it to the side before replacing his palms flush against her cheek as gently as he can. He's got a surgeon's touch, precise and delicate and he kisses her as deeply as he dares before he runs out of breath. "May I?" he asks, his accent thicker as his fingers of his free hand hesitate at the hem of her shirt.

[risesagain]

The loss of his shirt is something that Jean is more than happy with. It had been what she had been aiming for and Leonard's willingness to speed things up is definitely something she can get behind. It's been a long time since she's done this and while she might be a little out of practice, she isn't dead. At least not this time.

Nodding, she smiles placing her hand on top of his. "You better."

[leftwithmybones]

He doesn't need much more permission than that. He takes hold of her shirt and tears it away, hearing the slightest of rips and he only smirks at the notion that he's ripped some fabric to get closer to her skin, crouching just enough to pick her up in his arms.

"Don't laugh," he says evenly, "or chastise. I've been raised a certain way," he goes on, carrying her into her bedroom.

[risesagain]

Absently Jean wonders if the shirt can be mended. It probably can and even if it can't she can get another one from the clothes box. It is just a shirt at the end of the day and if there is ever a good reason to lose one, this is it. Laughing as he lifts her, she nods with a smile on her face.

"I won't say a word. Except to say that I think it's sweet," she encourages with a nod. If only they had locks on the doors. That would be handy about now.

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy gets a little clumsy when he has to push the door open just a smidge wider, but eases them past the threshold with her still in his arms, laying her down gentle as he can. "I have to be a little presumptuous," he admits with a flash of a worried smile. "I didn't exactly bring any protection."