Inspired that picture of Sheldon and Penny during the final moment of their epic fight in TPPP. Anything can happen in the door way *eyebrow wiggle*
8 pm on the dot. He's punctual as usual. He arrives fifteen minutes earlier just in case she gets side tracked as she navigates through the messy piles in her apartment.
Triple knock with her name tacked in between knocks.
The way her name rolls of his tongue ignites a burning feeling in the pit of her stomach. It gathers deep inside and slowly builds up until her skin is tingly and her heart rate doubles.
When she opens the door, he is waiting for her, patient as always. A laundry basket is clutched in his hands. The clothes, though dirty, are neatly folded with a bottle of Tide perched on top. It's all very organized and precise. Just like him.
"Good evening," he says in that polite, formal way of speaking he has.
"Sheldon," she replies, gently taking the basket from his grasp.
She sets the basket inside her apartment as her mind is not currently on laundry night.
His hands, no longer occupied, fall to his sides as he looks at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Penny, we've wasted enough time as it is w-"
She cuts him off when her hand reaches out to touch the center of his chest. He's wearing her favorite shirt-the dark blue Superman shirt that makes his eyes darken to the color of the ocean at night.
"Penny."
This time, when he says her name, the Texas accent comes out to play. He knows the effect of that accent and employs it without mercy. Knees buckle and palms sweat.
"Sheldon."
Her voice is husky; a sign he knows all too well.
She moves in closer, smelling clean cotton, soap, and Sheldon.
His hands no long remain at his sides when she is only a few inches away from him. They settle against her hips, his fingers kneading the spots she loves.
Luminous green eyes glance up at him, mirroring his own mounting desire. His own eyes are dark with a burning blue flame.
He regards in that indescribable way of his. He looks into her eyes, then follows a set path that trails down to her lips-darkening even more (if such a thing were possible) as her tongue peeks out from between her lips, lightly wetting them.
He slightly lowers his head and kisses her forehead. She smells of vanilla, cheesecake, and Penny.
Both of her hands are splayed against his chest. She can feel the subtle muscles. She can practically hear his heart thumping erratically.
She lifts up her face as she stands on the balls of her feet. Her hands slide up to cup the sides of his neck.
He brushes his lips back and forth across her own, deliberately teasing her with his proximity.
She nips at his bottom lip, clearly signaling she isn't going to tolerate any more of his games.
He squeezes a sensitive spot on her hip bone in retaliation. She moans and he smirks with satisfaction.
With a low growl, she closes the distance between them and smashes her lips against his. He's obviously not surprised by her attack as he deepens the kiss with intense furor. He nips at her bottom lips then licks it with his tongue.
Of their own accord, her hands have made their way into his hair, tousling his perfectly combed hair. She'll enjoy his disapproval at the sight of his clothes being wrinkled and his hair being untidy. It's a nice picture to look at from time to time.
She can feel the familiar wetness gathering in between her legs as he sucks on her lip and she moans into his mouth. He removes his lips from her mouth and starts to journey towards her neck. There, his lips encounter that favorite patch of skin. Her head lolls back, giving him better access.
"S-Sheldon," says a strangled voice.
"This is what you get for sitting in my spot," he says, before sucking on her earlobe.
As far as punishments go, this is one Penny wouldn't mind receiving. She should make a habit of sitting in his spot more often.
Just as she is contemplating her idea of punishment for him, the sound of a throat clearing interrupts their make out.
Penny uses the strength she has left (minimal at best) and pushes Sheldon back. Slowly, they turn to face the intruder. Or rather, intruder's. Raj and Howard stand outside apartment 4a with identical expressions of 'what the hell?'
"I thought you two were fighting?" asks Howard with an eyebrow raised.
"Um we were but we've made up", said Penny, turning red.
Howard says, "Really? I couldn't tell. Mind demonstrating that again for me?"
Sheldon and Penny glare at Howard.
"Fine. I'm going."
Raj and Howard walk into 4a and the door almost shuts but not until Howard sneaks in one last peek.
"Howard," says Penny warningly.
"Fine. Fine."
"We've got a minute until laundry night starts. I suggest we head down there," says Sheldon after glancing at his watch.
He reaches down to pick up the discarded basket and begins to make his way towards the stairs.
"Of course he is the only who gets to distribute punishments," she mutters before following him.
"Penny, it occurred to me that I haven't been adequately reprimanded for my underhanded methods this evening. May I suggest that the trip to the laundry room be the proper location for you to deliver the consequences of my actions?"
Well now, that wasn't unfair after all. Laundry night was suddenly looking up.
AN: I don't think anything needs to be said other than enjoy this little morsel. 1. Obviously, you readers can clearly see that this isn't the first time they've had encounters like this in the doorway. Heehee.
2. Yeah I know, laundry night is before the end and he is acually giving her her clothes but I needed to set this up like this for another thing I've got planned.
3. I ask a favor of you, dear reader. Chose a screencap from any S/P scene and I will write an accompanying piece for it. It can be intense eye!sex or just simple and flirty. I don't even have to make it steamy or lust-y. Whatever you specify as far as ratings go, I'll cater to it. :)