#bonesmccoyfluff

"You got a little bit of drool..." Leonard pointed to a place on his mouth and you immediately began wiping at that area on yours.  

Your eyes widened at the thought of drooling on him and you dropped your head into your hands, hearing Leonard's quiet laughter.  

"I'm sorry..." You groaned into your hands, "You stayed here for 7 hours?  Not moving?  You could have woken me up and told me to go back to my room, I didn't mean to keep you here..." You rambled, looking up at Leonard desperately. 

Leonard chuckled at your frantic rambling and set his book down on the side table and removed his reading glasses.  

"It's alright, darlin', you looked real peaceful and I didn't want to wake you up."

"But you probably haven't moved in hours, I am so sorry, Len." You shook your head but couldn't suppress a small smile as you thought of his kindness towards you. 

"Hey, it's alright, alright?" He insisted and threw his legs over the side of the bed to get up and you watched him stretch his stiff joints.  

"Ohhh man... you are walking like an old man because of me!" You threw on a sweater that was lying on the bed and dashed to his side.

Leonard just chuckled and shook his head, "I walk like an old man anyways, now lets get some coffee in us, we do have an exam today."

The reminder sent dread through your veins and you walked with him to the small kitchenette in his quarters, "UGH!  I forgot about that!  And you didn't get any sleep with me stuck to your leg, did you?  I feel so bad."

"Stop apologizing." Leonard chided softly and reached for the coffee maker. 

You took it from him, "Let me do that, it's the least I can do."

He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the counter in resignation, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you.  You felt the heat of his gaze on your disheveled appearance, a baggy Academy sweater on top of short pyjama shorts, your hair probably sticking up like crazy due to your awkward sleeping position. 

You never really thought anything of your relationship with Leonard (well that's not true, you thought about it all the time) but you never thought anything would come of it.  You'd hinted at it a couple times, but he didn't seem to be responsive and you were too shy and afraid to lose him as a friend to make a move.  But the heat of his intense gaze made you think differently and you wondered whether sharing a bed had changed his feelings for you. 

You fumbled with the coffee machine, and when you finally pressed the start button, you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. You turned to Leonard, whose eyes were sparkling with amusement. 

"What?" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"Nothing!" He defended, but the corners of his mouth turned up, "It's just that... that sweater you're wearing, it's mine."

Your eyes widened in shock and your mouth fell open as you dropped your crossed arms and looked down at the sweater you had hastily put on.  It was, in fact, Leonard's.  You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut in self-defeat, as you heard Leonard chuckle.  He reached over you and opened the cabinet above your head, retrieving two mugs off the shelf, and set them on the counter. 

"I'm sorry!" You sighed and quickly pulled at the hem of the sweater to tug it over your head.  

"You can wear it, it's fine!" Leonard insisted as he watching you amusingly. 

But you continued to pull off the sweater and in your frantic attempt to remove it you got it stuck on your elbows and you couldn't pull it any farther over your head.   You stopped and sighed in resignation, the sweater half off your body, and you were stuck with it tangled in your arms and covering your face. 

Leonard laughed heartily now and you tried to kick him in the shins, and you would have fallen over if not for his steadying hands on your waist. 

"Help me...." You whimpered softly and soon his fingers hooked on the bottom of the sweater and pulled it the rest of the way off. 

You dropped your hands to your side and looked up at Leonard, who gave you a sly grin, your cheeks heating at his sudden closeness as he dropped the sweater onto the counter next to you. 

"Sorry..." You repeated, pursing your lips and rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. 

"If you don't stop apologizing I am going to make you stop." Leonard chided. 

You tilted your chin up to look him in the eye, trying to stay as confident as possible without melting at his closeness, "and how are you going to do that?." 

"I have my ways." He smiled mischievously and winked at you.

You smiled and looked away, so overwhelmed by your longing for him that you didn't trust yourself too look him in the eye lest he see your affection for him written across your face. 

You walked over to the small fridge and retrieved a carton of milk and a carton of cream, as you knew he preferred cream, and you preferred milk.  As you set the cartons down your shaky hands tipped the milk carton over on the counter and it tipped over to the side, the unsealed top leaking a little bit of milk onto the counter.  You swore and quickly snatched up the tipped carton.  Leonard had reached and grabbed a towel and set it on the small white puddle.  You must have had your face scrunched up in concern because Leonard stepped towards you, and you flicked your gaze up to him. 

"No use crying over spilt milk." Leonard grinned. 

"I'm sorry." You sighed and looked away, wringing your hands together.

Suddenly his fingers were under your chin, turning your face to his and you stared into his hazel eyes.  You heart rate increased as his hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek and you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do with your hands so you kept them in tight balls at your side. 

"Will you stop that?" Leonard smiled gently but you could tell he was feeling the impact of your closeness, his breathing quickening, his pupils dilating and his hand on your cheek had a slight shake to it.  

"I'm sor..." You started, barely parting your lips to speak when his lips brushed against yours, more like a question than a kiss.

When you didn't respond he pulled back a few inches and looked into your eyes questioningly. The electricity of the gentle kiss made you long for more and you brought your hands to his sides, feeling the warmth of his body through his t-shirt.   You stared down at his chest momentarily, distracted by the fact that you were actually touching him like this, like you had wanted to for so long, and when you brought your eyes back to his, you were almost destroyed by the look of longing on his face. 

You tilted your head up and met his open mouth with yours, pulling him closer by your grip on his sides.  He brought his hands to the back of your neck, drawing you in to deepen the kiss.  After several heated moments, he moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck and you moaned in response.  You brought his head up with your hands, returning his lips to yours and lavishing him with a passionate kiss.  He pressed you back against the counter, his fingers now digging into your hips, and as you attempted to moved your hands from his waist to under his t-shirt, your elbow hit one of the mugs that Leonard had set out on the counter for the coffee, knocking it the ground with a smash.  

The loud sound startled you from the heat of the moment and you lifted one of your feet to avoid the sharp shards.  Leonard pulled you deeper into the kitchenette, away from the broken mug, his hands never leaving your hips and you looked at the shards of mug scattered across the floor.  

You lifted your head to look up at him apologetically and opened your mouth to speak but his lips collided with yours, interrupting your thoughts. 

"Don't even start." Leonard warned against your lips before moving to press gentle kisses along your jawline.

You didn't hesitate this time and slid your hands under his shirt to pull him closer. He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow before you nudged his lips with yours with a smile.  He obliged and raised his arms over his head, and you quickly disposed of his shirt on the ground with the shards of ceramic before running your fingers down his muscular chest.  He gave you a mischievous smile and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up so you sat on the counter, and you flashed him a smile as he stood between your legs and leaned in close.  You dove into another passionate kiss, your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer, the broken shards of the mug, spilled milk and silenced apologies soon forgotten.