So, it wasn't exactly the same as sneaking into the room while she was sleeping (especially since probably would have been just about impossible for him), but A.J. did have with him two mugs of coffee with him, one in each hand. Of course, there was the whole issue of the fact that he was holding two mugs of coffee, on in each hand, which didn't exactly warrant an ability to knock.
Which is why Beauty might be hearing the light, steady thunking of A.J.'s head against the door instead. Hey, it worked well enough for him.
Damn! She totally forgot to leave the door open when she'd come back. Beauty jumped up from the bed and hurriedly pulled open the door, grinning happily to see A.J. and his coffee.
"I'm sorry, A.J., I don't know what I was thinking about not leaving that open. Guess I was just making sure I didn't get any accidental eyefuls of my across-the-hall neighbor who likes to be naked."
A.J. was going to comment about how she wasn't probably expecting him to h ave his hands full like this, either, but that last bit completely took that idea out of his head with a quirk of his eyebrow. "Who the hell lives across the hall from you?" he asked, drifting into the room and handing one of the mugs to Beauty. Man. She was wearing that blue sweater, with the flowers. He hated that sweater. But he still loved her in that sweater, so it was okay. He glanced quickly to the other side of the room; he intended to let Adah have the other cup of coffee if she was there, but she wasn't, so good. Coffee for him. He gave Beauty a small smile.
"Johnny Storm," Beauty answered promptly, taking the coffee offered to her and happily inhaling the aroma. If she'd known A.J.'s thoughts on the sweater, she'd have probably suffered an existential crisis over it -- get rid of the sweater so he wouldn't have to see it because he hated it, or wear the sweater more often and torture him with the sight of it because he loved her in it?
Probably a good thing she just thought he liked the sweater.
"Make yourself at home," she offered, crawling up to prop herself at the head of the bed, and leaving plenty of space for A.J. to join her there if he so desired.
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Which is why Beauty might be hearing the light, steady thunking of A.J.'s head against the door instead. Hey, it worked well enough for him.
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"I'm sorry, A.J., I don't know what I was thinking about not leaving that open. Guess I was just making sure I didn't get any accidental eyefuls of my across-the-hall neighbor who likes to be naked."
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Probably a good thing she just thought he liked the sweater.
"Make yourself at home," she offered, crawling up to prop herself at the head of the bed, and leaving plenty of space for A.J. to join her there if he so desired.
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