Leonard looks up into the mirror and drops his beard suppressor, which promptly disintegrates all over the sink. He can barely notice the spray of small electronic shards against his bare chest and abdomen, not when he's staring at the reflection of a tall blonde woman with an ear-to-ear grin of shining mischief below sparking blue eyes he'd know anywhere and above a long sleek neck and gracefully slanted collarbones.
He turns around, and his jaw falls like the shaver, because she's got breasts like ripe swells of joy and sweeping curves to kill for, long hands planted on her wide hips above long sleek sturdy legs. She looks three-dimensional and tactile and too goddamn hot for a tired doctor to deal with on an ordinary underslept morning.
And she's Jim, Leonard knows it, even before she crosses the bathroom in two long hip-swinging, breast-bouncing strides to slide one finger under his jaw and shut his mouth. "Good morning to you too, Bones," Jim says with perfectly familiar obnoxious cheer, and smacks his shoulder as bruisingly as ever. "Guess I don't need to ask if you like it."
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Because I just got done with a serious genderswap: a little crack.
Date: 2010-03-22 06:38 pm (UTC)He turns around, and his jaw falls like the shaver, because she's got breasts like ripe swells of joy and sweeping curves to kill for, long hands planted on her wide hips above long sleek sturdy legs. She looks three-dimensional and tactile and too goddamn hot for a tired doctor to deal with on an ordinary underslept morning.
And she's Jim, Leonard knows it, even before she crosses the bathroom in two long hip-swinging, breast-bouncing strides to slide one finger under his jaw and shut his mouth. "Good morning to you too, Bones," Jim says with perfectly familiar obnoxious cheer, and smacks his shoulder as bruisingly as ever. "Guess I don't need to ask if you like it."