CH7
His new lawn mower purred under his hands. He'd researched his purchase of course, and while the electric ones were surely better for the environment, he'd chosen a gas powered model both for the horsepower and the ease of being cord-free. As he didn't own a car, he considered it an allowable offence.
Now, in his lawn mowing pants, he strode along behind the machine, pushing it up and down the back yard in careful lines. It brought back memories of mowing his mee-maws lawn for pocket money, and humid Texas nights watching the thunder roll in with a frosty glass of iced tea.
It was hot here too. He turned off the lawn mower and pulled off his shirts, tucking them into the back of his pants as he had as a youth. He had anticipated this necessity, and so was wearing one of his paintball undershirts underneath. Without another thought, he leaned down and started the mower again, resuming his job.
~P~
It was hot. Gloriously hot. Bright, sunny, and beautiful weather had descended upon Pasadena for the summer. As she pulled in the driveway, Penny gave a sigh of relief.
What a wonderful feeling to be able to park and not worry about someone's doors slamming into the bodywork or backing into the bumper and taking off without leaving insurance details. Not that her car was worth all that much, or even in that great of shape, but it was great to have a real space to park. A driveway.
As she popped the trunk and started pulling out grocery bags, she could hear the lawn mower going in the backyard. He'd said he needed to mow the lawn today. By the looks of it, the front was already done. Horizontal lines this time. Last week had been vertical.
With a twist of her lips, she wondered what next week would bring. Diagonals maybe? Pushing through the front door she placed the bags on the counter, then turned to go back for more. Two people ate a lot more than one did, especially when one was Sheldon, and he now got to eat two spring rolls instead of just one. With Howard spending most evenings eating with Bernadette, and Raj eating with his sister and Leonard, there was just the two of them most nights. Unless Priya was cooking Indian food, that is.
She paused to look out the window to the backyard, and froze. He was mowing the lawn in an undershirt and a pair of faded jeans that hung lightly off his hips, though probably not as much as they would have last month, due to increased diet. His ipod was tucked in a front pocket, the cord winding it's way up his chest before dividing to go to his ears, his eyes ever intent on following the preceding line exactly.
He looked hot. Alarmingly attractive too. Penny pursed her lips. After she brought in the rest of the groceries, she'd take a pitcher of lemonade out to him and they could sit on the deck in their new lawn chairs. Then she'd fire up the barbeque and they'd have the potato salad she'd bought and some nice steaks. Maybe some baked potatoes with butter too, she mused, hurrying a bit. He was nearly done, she wanted to get out there before he put those shirts back on.