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Leonard 'Bones' McCoy (bones_mccoy) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

He wished that everything would just make sense. Which was an odd thing to think for him. Nothing on the ranges made sense, not really. He was good at improvising. So where did this desire to understand what was going on come from? He was usually easy going, the type of person who just took life as it came to him. Wasn't he? Yes, of course he was. All of this was just nerves because he was dancing with a pretty girl who seemed to actually like him, and who seemed to have a brain in her head and some spirit. Who wouldn't have some nerves at a time like this? The problem though, was that it didn't feel like nerves. He was really incredibly comfortable around her, considering that they'd just met.

As she drew closer to him, it all seemed to become stronger, but about a million times more confusing. Acting on instinct, but in a way that was most definitely not acceptable for two people who weren't married, he wrapped his arms around her as she put her head on his chest. One hand rested almost possessively on the small of her back, the other arm encircled her shoulders. She was small, but she'd always been smaller than him, anyway... which, again, was an odd thought to have. Of course she'd always been smaller than him, at least, as far as he knew. He had to keep reminding himself that he barely knew her. How could he know any details about her past? It was bizarre, and he tried not to think about it.

When she spoke, though, he stopped dancing and looked down at her. For a moment, his eyes just made contact with hers, but he soon cupped her face in his hands as he gazed down at her. He wanted to kiss her suddenly, but hadn't he already taken enough liberties with her for a near stranger? So he just looked, and then laughed softly. "Darlin', I don't think you're gonna be gettin' rid of me anytime soon." He frowned slightly and looked thoughtful. "Sugar, I know it's too soon, but..." He shook his head. No, it was far, far too soon to be saying that to her. Even if, inexplicably, after many, many years of being a bachelor, it felt true to him to say that he loved her. "Do you think I could see you again? Maybe meet your folks?"