Sheldon Swifties LX: "Femme Fatale…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: All is Chuck's…
When she entered through the needlessly drafty due to poorly fitted hinge door of the ill-named "coffee" shop…They clearly sell far more varieties of teas than coffees…I knew trouble had walked through that door in the shape of a form-filled yet quite practical cardigan.
Natural enough that the vixen seeking to lure me to my doom wore a tight sweater…
They usually do…
Silence fell like a ton of poorly baked clay bricks for a long moment as her deep brown pools of wonder locked on to my lanky, yet manfully powerful form.
"Hello…" I was curt…To the point, as I always am.
I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she appreciated the kind of no-nonsense machismo that I projected.
"You're Sheldon Cooper? I am Amy Farrah Fowler…" the seductive purr lured my auditory senses…
The usual two suspects, my entourage…Howard Wolowitz and Rajesh Koothrapali...Sat at a distance from us, keeping a weather eye out.
They'd arranged this little rendezvous and I'd seen to it they would be present for the big finale, if it came.
Always better to have two soft targets to take a hit for one in this business, I always say…
("Sheldon?" Amy stared over to him, putting down the sheet. "This was just supposed to a friendly letter to my mother, apologizing for the way we lied to her about our love life before and letting you explain how we met since she didn't really understand when I tried to explain to her that my nefarious sister Charlotte is wrong to try to encourage her to believe you're a dangerous pervert. I don't see that turning this into a Raymond Chandler story is going to achieve that goal. Also I don't think Bernadette and Lucy would appreciate their boyfriends being described as 'soft targets'.)
She had a mouth on her that made you either want to kiss it or slap it closed…He continued…