This is the first ever heterosexual fanfic I've ever wrote, so I hope you like it. I was thinking about TBBT when Blame It On That Red Dress came on the radio one day at work. And well yu can see hat happened.
I don't own The Big Bang Theory
Sheldon could count on two fingers how many times he'd he'd been struck dumb. The first was when Penny walked in the apartment that night looking for a dance partner. He'd seen her in various states of dress. In a shower curtain, bare-assed, laundry day slob, in dresses so short and tight men around him liked watching her walk away. But that red dress, for the first time since his mother stopped breast feeding him his brain grinded to a halt.
When one of them, possible Howard, had expressed his feelings with, "Hubba hubba."
Sheldon just had to agree, in fact his words were, "Good Lord, yes!" Which might be why he'd been picked to join her. She'd twirled, leaned close and asked if he really thought the dress looked good on her. Once more he could only express, "Good Lord, yes!"
He was uncomfortably aware how close she was to him, breasts just lightly touching him. Penny was all he took in. Pouty mouth, big bright eyes, cute little nose. The way that dress clung in all the right places well teasingly ambiguous in others. Until she walked through that door, Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper B.S., M.S., M.A., Ph.D., Sc.D didn't know that what the right places even were.
She asked him to follow her and he'd done so without question, another first. She'd gotten him to change out of the standard Sheldon wear and into a dress shirt and pair of black slacks his mother had brought him for special occasions. She'd swayed her hips, bit her bottom lip, and ran her fingers around the collar and down his clothed chest. Smoothing the few wrinkles and making him gulp. She made him want things he'd only thought of in passing and as theory.
That dress made an overheard pick up line suddenly make sense, 'that's a beautiful dress, but it would look better on the floor next to my bed.'
"Sheldon!" Penny stared up at him mouth dropped.
Shock, that was shock. Sheldon felt a brief smile on his lips, he knew he was right about that facial expression.
"I can't believe you just said that."
The dress was losing it's effect with every distracting word coming out of those pretty lips. "What did I say Penny?"
"That's a beautiful dress, but it would look better on the floor next to my bed."
He hadn't meant to say that out loud. He needed to get away from Penny and that alluring dress. Trying to escape he found himself once more being distracted by Penny's fingers tugging on his collar. Those devious digits once more ran down his chest, pressing a little harder and releasing a moan.
Sheldon let himself be pressed against the wall. His hands clutched at the wall, longing for those hips, those breasts, to touch that golden hair. He bit his lip and drew blood, it's copper tang just brought Penny to the forefront of his thoughts instead of taking his mind off her. Her breath ghosted over his ear when she rose up and whispered to him. Breasts pressed more firmly against him. If he'd been a man any less in control of himself that dress would indeed be decorating the floor instead of the woman before him.
She's asked a question, looking at him with those eyes, that pout. He hadn't heard a word but like many a man before him he agreed anyways.
That's all she needed, he was being dragged out of his bedroom. In the living room the guys scattered pretending to look like they hadn't being trying to listen in. Penny gave a little wave good-bye and they were out the door.