A/N: I don't own any of "The Big Theory" characters and I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, Emglish is not my native language.
1. Must be a non-canon pairing: Sheldon/Penny, Leonard/Amy, Howard/Raj, Amy/Raj, Bernadette/Penny, etc. (Please remember to list the pairing in the description.)
2. Must be supernatural (vampires, witches, werewolves, ghosts, demons, etc.) OR a Murder Mystery (think Christie, Doyle, Clue/Cluedo, Scooby Doo gang etc.) OR you can take a scene/chapter from your favorite (scary) play/book/movie and rewrite it for your non-canon pairing.
3. Must be a one-shot, or a multi-chapter (but no more than 5,000 words).
This story is titled after the cult anthology horror movie, "The Creepshow". I am, personally, not the biggest fan of it, but it is presented in the "shape" of a horror comic book, so it is especially fitting to this fandom, isn't it?
Much like "The Creepshow", this is a horror anthology. The first "story" in this... well, story, contains Sheldon/Leslie pairing (Sheslie!). The second is Stuart/Lucy (Stucy!); there are mentions of canon pairings at the beginning, but they aren't featured. The third one is Sheldon/Alex (Shalex!), with some Sheldon/Leonard (Shelnard!) and Howard/Raj (Woothrappali?) friendship, but not heavily featured. The wrap around story involves Claire, but not in a relationship with Raj. I was uncertain about including her because she is still an underdeveloped character. But I needed a character in present time (or close to it), not really familiar with the main characters yet, for the wrap-around story to work (the twist included). And I liked that They finally introduced a female geek, a girl interested in science-fiction and comic books. She first appeared in "The Meemaw Materialization".
No character bashing, but also non-canon pairings. So, if that bothers you, don't read this. And no Shenny, so if you are a fan of that non-canon pairing, you won't find it here (nothing against it, I just prefer other pairings). And if you don't like the horror genre, don't read this either.
Claire sighed, standing up from her desk. She lacked creativity over the last couple of days, for some reason. And the dead line was approaching. She took a quick look outside, observing the dark night full of stars, before opening the closet and reaching for the box on the bottom. She pulled it out and placed it on the bed before lifting the lid.
That's what would usually help her. Her "vintage" comic book collection. That would always better her mood. She smiled, going through all the comic books again, re-reading them or simply flipping through the pages. If anything else, that was always good entertainment...
She suddenly stopped, staring at one of the comic books on the near bottom. She didn't remember having it there, like, ever. But there it was. Interesting title... "The Big Bang Theory". It sounded fitting for a science-fiction type of comic book, but, judging by the illustration and a brief summary on the title page, it was closer to a horror genre.
How come she never noticed that comic book before? And what was it about? She opened it and started reading the first page, soon becoming completely immensed into the story...
#
Sheldon grinned as he took another look at his award, hanging on the wall, right next to his desk. His latest paper had finally gotten the recognition it deserved. He just turned his attention back toward the equation on the board, when he heard a familiar-and irritating-voice...
"Congratulations. You got lucky for once, dumbass."
"You see? That is why nobody likes you", Sheldon replied, making Leslie roll his eyes. "And I didn't get lucky. My award is well earned, a product of a paper than, in turn, was a product of months of research."
"In your-dumbass-opinion", Leslie pointed out, walking over to Sheldon, a smug look on her face. "But, opinions aside, you could, in true-original-sense of the word, "get lucky"", she purred before kissing Sheldon on the lips.
Sheldon flinched, taking an abrupt step back. "What are you doing?", he asked, his cheeks blushed.
"What do you think I'm going?", Leslie purred, looking him straight in the eyes.
Sheldon gulped. "No matter what cheap insults this confession could aspire, I should remind you that I find any form of physical contact with people, especially close, physical ones, intimate ones, to be repulsive. Due to the germs. And bacteria. And it would distract me from my work."
"Or, maybe, it would clear your mind", Leslie suggested. "Keeping so many things bottled up... must take it's toll", she whispered, her fingers gently brushing over the bulge that was tenting Sheldon's crotch.
"Modesty, woman!", Sheldon cried, jumping aside. Leslie chuckled.
"If you are so brilliant... do you really think something like sex would have such an effect on your research?", she questioned. "What does that say about you?"
Sheldon sighed. "Great, you are actually proposing coitus now."
"Think of it as an experiment. You claim to excel at everything you do."
"But..."
"If you are such a germ-phobe or whatever, why didn't you push me away when I kissed you? When I... touched you?" "Besides, we could always have fun in the shower."
"I... I guess...", Sheldon stuttered, before regaining his composture, glaring at Leslie. "You are playing a trick on me, right?", he accused her. "Some sort of... conquest? First Leonard, than Howard... did they put you up to this?"
"No. But good that you mentioned them. You see, Leonard and I just aren't on the same level. Emotionally, intelectually. He wants a serious relationship... blah. You must admit, the two of us have spent a lot of energy insulting each other. Now we can put it to better use." She grinned. "Every tension is a sexual tension. At least in some ways."
"Because, for you, everything has something to do with sex", Sheldon snapped back.
"And food", Leslie calmly replied. "Two of the most basic human urges."
Sheldon's mind was working hard on coming up with a reply. After he opened his mouth, with an intent to refute Leslie's argument, what came out was: "I will be alone at my apartment tonight. Howard and Raj are at one more of their "late night escapades in some club". I'm done with this teasing. You show up, or you don't. Your choice."
#
They didn't do it in the shower after all. Sheldon couldn't figure out why, exactly. Maybe he jusr didn't want to defile the ducks. But he did demand her to apply Purell to her hands (after he had done so himself), not to mention the use of his specially selected mouth wash. She had to apply a condom on him, since that task ended up being strangely complicated for him, but he didn't mind much.
Everything else progressed relatively easy from there. After she lied down on his bed, he climbed on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He felt warm sensation spread through his body as he entered her, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He felt like he was going to come any minute, but he managed to calm down and started thrusting in and out of her. It was a bit clumsy at first, because they seemed to struggle over who will be on the top. But, eventually, Sheldon established that position. Leslie didn't react much at first, but eventually, she stared moaning, her body relaxing and her nipples hard. But she never closed her eyes and, luckily for Sheldon, didn't even seem to sweat.
Maybe it was that easy because he finally had a chance to beat Leslie at something. That could explain his eagernerss. Not that there was ever any doubt that he was smarter than her, but still...
He moaned as he thrust into Leslie again, shudders ripping through his muscles. He groaned upon feeling her tighten around him, a moan leaving her lips. He continued thrusting even harder, studying Leslie's reactions in awe. He didn't even mind when they turned around so she was on the top, though he noted that Leslie seemed to have quite the strength.
As the sweet relief took over his body, all his fears and concerns finally gone, Leslie leaned over, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want me to take this even further?", she whispered seductively, moaning slightly as her walls pulsed against Sheldon's hard member.
"Y-yes", he groaned, his orgasm already working from his toes to back. His body started to shake as Leslie's mouth pressed against the side of his neck hard, her tongue lapping against his sweaty skin aggressively, her teeth scrapping down his flesh...
Pain ripped through his body as something long and sharp sank down his neck, blood-quirling sensation followed by a strange rush of thrill and adrenaline. He tried to scream, to break free, but an incredible amount of strength, pressure, coming from somewhere (Leslie?), kept him in a dead grip. His body was finally released, limp and weak but alive (in a way) and free, and he watched in terror as Leslie rose up, blood around her mouth. She grinned wickedly at him, licking away the last traces of ruby red wetness, before swiping up a few drops that had dripped over her breasts and neck.
"It took me a lot of self control, not to suck you off completely-pun most definitely intended. But then... you would be dead."
Sheldon umped off the bed, staring at Leslie with dread. But she was calm.
"You know what they say, Sheldon. Keep your friends close, and enemies... But you are on my side now. You must be. But, if we were to spend centuries together, I needed to check, how good you actually are in... some things. And, for your first time, you were pretty damn good."
"You!", Sheldon groaned before slapping her over the face. Leslie gasped silently, but barely showed any other reaction.
"Be nice, Sheldon", Leslie hissed as she turned to face him, her face free of any trace of an injury. Sheldon froze in place as she reached for a letter opener on the bedside table. "This oughts for a punishment..."
Before he could react, she stabbed him with the letter opener, right in the heart. Well, she attempted to. The blade couldn't even cut through the skin, let alone penetrate the flesh. Sheldon stared at his body and then the weapon with wide eyes, having felt little to no pain. Leslie laughed.
"Swell, huh?", Leslie commented, grinning. "Now get dressed-or don't, as far as I'm concerned-and listen. I need to teach you a few things..."
#
Sheldon looked down at his plate, moving food from left to right. It surprised him that nobody would notice he wasn't actually eating anything, just pretending to. Not even his closest friends. Some people would give him odd looks at times, but that was about it. Such a simple ruse, yet so effective.
With derision, he glared at a few geologists in the very corner of the cafeteria, whining about their lack of funds. Still, he smiled slightly, knowing that they could never rise to power in CalTech, or Pasadena... not after he and Leslie started with all those sock accounts on Geology forums over the Internet, luring stupid young quasi scientists to isolated locations, and then feeding on them. As it turned out, Leslie hated them as much as he did. At least they had something in common. Except for them both being vampires, at least.
That conclusion was sort of rendered mute when Leslie walked over and insulted him. Ever since she had "turned" him, those tensions were mostly just a ploy, a facade, but annoying never the less. Sheldon didn't want to cause an angry debate where one of them could let something incriminating slip, so he just called her a mean person. Sheldon was relieved when Leslie left, and, at first, he didn't even notice a grad student approaching him.
"Excuse me, dr. Cooper. I'm Ramona Nowitzki..."
#
"From what you just said, that Ramona girl really is something", Leslie commented, pacing around Sheldon's office.
"She is special", Sheldon confirmed, nodding his head. "As you must know, at some point in our long lives, we will both need someone more than a partner in crime and..."
Leslie smirked. "A fuck-buddy."
"Yeah", Sheldon agreed with a sigh. "But there is something different about this girl."
Leslie shrugged. "Try." She took a step closer, looking Sheldon straight in the eyes. "But if she turns out not to be as special as you currently deem her as, or she seems to be on to something, or disappoints you... we both know how that will end."
"We sure do, Leslie."
#
Claire laughed out loud after finishing the story. How come she never noticed that comic book before? She immediately moved on to the second story...
A/N: Have you ever wondered why everyone on The Big Bang Theory seems to just move the food around on their plates instead of actually eating something? And why Ramona was never seen nor mentioned again? No questions now! Happy Halloween!
(And yes, I believe that Sheldon and Leslie could only be intimate in some way if she were to propose it as an experiment or as a challenge. And that it would be the best for Sheldon not to agree on that. Too much risk.)