AN: This is sort of an "extra" type thing from my other fic "The Literature Juxtaposition". You guys have been so wonderfully supportive that I am releasing this little treat. :D I've included a little bit from the fanfiction itself to flesh out the end a little more.
This takes place right after Eli and Sheldon get home from the club.
SPOILER ALERT! (contains spoilers from another JMA fanfiction)
Eli was pushed against the outside of the door to her apartment as Sheldon pressed himself to her. Their hands were everywhere, a fevered tangle of arms and lips. She was caught in the struggle between taking a much needed breath or pulling apart from Sheldon's mouth. This was so unexpected of him, Eli began to wonder if he had accidentally taken a sip of Lizzy's drink after dehydrating on the dance floor. Even if he had, she wasn't complaining. She smiled into their kiss. The metalic screech of her key hitting the door as she searched for the lock distracted them from the heavy breathing they shared. In one swift movement, without opening his eyes or breaking the kiss, Sheldon directed her hand to the slot and turned, unlocking the door with a satisfying click. The door fell out from behind Eli, but Sheldon's supprisingly sturdy arms kept her from falling and guided her into the apartment.
Sheldon reached over and swung the door closed behind him. Eli took the momentary pause to breathe. She seemed to have exposed something within Sheldon. The man was typically so…so…innocent. He was almost childlike at times. It was invigorating to see him so searingly warm, so absorbed in an equation that didn't involve any variables, or constants, or limits, or whatever else she had forgotten from college calculus. This was simple. She and Sheldon were here, now, together. She didn't care if she'd regret it in the morning. Sheldon was leaving tomorrow and she wanted to spend this last night with him. She just wanted him.
In an instant, Sheldon was back before her. His arms rested on the curve of her hips. She looked up at him, hoping he would see the adoration she felt for him. His blue eyes were soft in return. Sheldon may have been supprisingly passionate, but he was not overcome. The calm of still water that was reflected in his irises allowed her relax, stop worrying, just breathe in and experience the moment. He gently brought his lips down to hers. The kiss was deliberate and warm, yet sweet and lingering. As his lips hovered just above hers.
"Sheldon," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot on his neck.
He stepped away. His hands moved from her waist to her elbows, holding her back. His lucid eyes froze over and he bowed his head in an attempt to hide his blush. He took another step back, letting his fingertips trace down her forearms and let her go. Her fingers tried to grasp his, tired to keep the heat between them so she would not have to force her heart to stop its magnificent pounding.
"Eli," he did not make eye contact with her.
"I'm sorry, Sheldon. I shouldn't have." She backed away from him, "I'll just go shower I guess." She quickly walked to her room and tried to hide the tears.
…
Sheldon paced back and forth as he tried desperatly to slow his pulse. He checked his watch again and lifted his fingers from his neck. It was no use. The blood still coursed through his veins at a dangerously high rate. He watched as his fingers jittered with adrenaline. What cruel hell was this? Sheldon continued his pacing. Images of Eli filled his head. He pictured the way her hips had moved when she had danced and the way they had felt under his hands and against his body. He savored the memory of her kisses and emerald gaze. His ears were still ringing from the heavy bass of the music. He was caught in a paradox. Everything in his head, all of his logic told him to take a cold shower, slip into bed, and board the plane tomorrow without another thought, but the rest of him knew that was impossible. Sheldon could never leave Eli. Something burned within him. It was something that would not let him fly back to Pasadena without doing something, anything. So, he walked to Eli's door.
Knock. Knock. Knock. His knuckles gently rapped on the wood.
"Eli," he breathed.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Eli,"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Eli," there was no answer. Forcing aside a stomach full of nerves, Sheldon pushed the door open.
"Eli?" he called, but she was not in her room.
…
"Eli?" Eli heard a soft voice mew her name and put down her book. She sat up in the bath tub and listened again. Nothing.
"Sheldon?" she asked herself. Her brows creased in thought as she bit her lower lip and contemplated the situation. Taking a sip of wine, she sank back into the thick blanket of bubbles and decided to wait.
"Eli?" Sheldon called again. His voice was laced with the slightest trace of desperation.
"Sheldon, I'm in here," she finally responded. A triple knock sounded at the bathroom door. "Come in," she said taking another sip of wine.
…
"Oh," No sooner had Sheldon entered than his face turned the deep rose of her bath towels on the shelf behind him. "I'm sorry,"
Though her body was entirely immersed in a cloud of suds, there was little left to the imagination.
"Sheldon, hand me a towel please,"
Sheldon caught his eyes tracing the lines of her collar bones before he averted them away, blushing even redder. Sheldon quickly turned and grabbed one of the pink towels. He held it open for her to step into and kept his eyes stuck to the floor with his neck arched so forcefully it was painful. He did not see her but heard the slight splashing of the water as she stood and saw her tiny feet step onto the bathmat. He smiled when she wriggled her white-painted toes in the soft pink shag. She held up her arms and he took that as a cue to wrap the towel around her. As his arms encircled her shoulders, they encountered the warmth of Eli's wet flesh and the overwhelming scent of rasberries. Sheldon reveled in the softness of her hair against his cheek as he let himself hold her just a fraction of a second longer until she took hold of the terrycloth wrap. Eli turned to face him and secured the towel around her and let her red curls cascade down her shoulders. A horrible swelling collected itself in Sheldon's throat as she shook out her hair and smiled at him. She led the way back into her bedroom.
Sheldon sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Eli complete her nightly ritual. He watched her brush her teeth and massage lotion over her smooth skin., Every night should be like this, he thought to himself and was reminded of the waning time he had left. With decisive resolve he approached Eli who was running a brush through her hair. Her eyes met his in the mirror that was hung over the bureau. Sheldon forgave Leonard for such an infatuation with Penny. He understood now.
Tentatively, Sheldon brushed the back of his fingers along the soft skin of her shoulder, watching as goosebumps pocked her skin. In the mirror he could see that she had closed her eyes. She slightly angled her face towards him and he felt the cool mint of her sigh. Sheldon breathed in the floral scent of her hair and the sweet rasberry bouquet of her skin. Before he had time to think, he placed his lips gently at the junction of her neck and shoulder. His long fingers swept her curls out of the way as his mouth continued to roam her neck and shoulders. Eli drew in sharp, shallow breaths of air, shivering at his touch. Her back arched slightly against his chest and he was forced to hold her closer as she threatened to collapse on unsteady legs.
"Sheldon," she moaned into his ear as the hand whose fingers were not interlaced with his wove its way into Sheldons dark hair. This time, Sheldon did not stiffen and retreat. Instead, he clutched her to him as a child would a bear, with unreserved trust and devotion.
In response, Eli spun around and captured his mouth in a voracious kiss. Sheldon lost the temperate lid he had had on the sitaution. In an instant his pulse was racing again. There was something between them that Sheldon could not explain. For most of his life he had dealt with physics, yet there was some unknown force acting upon them. With what control he had left of his mind, Sheldon ran a calculation. He converted his weight into kilograms and multiplied it by what he assumed was Eli's. He tried to divide by the radius between their centers of mass. Next he tried to divide by the radius between their centers of mass, but could nto divide by zero. He struggled against his racing heart and Eli's soft lips to run a limit. Once he managed that he multiplied by Einstein's constant. Indeed, gravitaion was not responsible for the attraction he felt towards Eli, yet, it felt only natural. No matter how hard he tried, Sheldon would never be able to explain in terms of physics so important a biological phenomenon as love.
…
Though very shocked, Eli was immensly glad that Sheldon had come into her room. After their kiss in the living room, she had been embarssed and thought Sheldon was put off by what he would for sure call avarice. She had been worried that she had come on far too strong. However, as she now entirely relied on Sheldon's arms for support, it appeared she had been wrong.
She turned and kissed him. Melding herself to him until she could no longer breathe. She pushed Sheldon gently until the backs of his legs collided with the bed. With another fierce kiss, he toppled onto the quilt. He broke the kiss then as his mouth gaped and his eyes shot open in surprise. Eli chuckled slightly and Sheldon wrinkled his brows at her. She reassured him with a quick kiss as she took hold of his shirt and pulled them into a sitting position. Sheldon sat opposite her, his legs crossed, his head tilted slightly. Eli leaned forward and kissed him again. Her fingers moved to his collar and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Sheldon curiously regarded her hands. Eli could feel his eyes as they crept over her wrists, up her arms and settled on her face. She did not look up at him. Focusing only on the buttuns, she bit her lip. Her hands were shaking.
Finally, Eli was able to sweep the shirt back and over his shoulders. Now, she looked into his eyes. Her gaze darted from one blue depth to another as her hands once again wandered down his chest, untucking his white T-shirt from the belted waistband of his pants. Sheldon lifted his arms and Eli had to rise to her knees to slide it up and over his head. Eli marveled at Sheldon's bare chest as he neatly folded both shirts and placed them on the nightstand. His skin was pale, but perfect. Like a Renaissance sculpture, he was beautiful. She detected the slight but lean muscles in his arms and back as he moved. His superhero T-shirts had hidden him so well, she thought to herself as he moved back to her. She traced the definition of his biceps as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Lovely," she whispered in his ear before pressing her smiling lips to his cheek.
"Hardly,"
Eli fell back onto the bed and pulled Sheldon down to her. With her hands on his now bare chest, she could feel the tautness of his muscles.
"Is something wrong?" She held his face gently.
"No," he told her. "I've just never…never…you're so petite…won't my body weight restrict your breathing?"
"Sheldon, if you're worried about suffocating me, it's too late." He didn't quite understand her metaphor, so she pushed his elbows apart until he was forced to relax.
"Oh," Eli could feel him smile into their kiss.
For along time they just kissed, content in eachother's embrace. Sheldon's lips left Eli's as he turned his head to the bare skin of her flat stomach where he had lifted the hem of her t-shirt. His long hands glided over the soft skin there, dexterous fingers bending to brush circles around her navel. He played the piano, she remembered as he pressed his mouth over the tiny dell and she quivered beneath his touch. Sheldon slowly pushed the shirt up higher. He traced the rise of her ribcage, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. When his hands slid further up the shirt and discovered she was bare beneath the single layer of cotton, his eyes flew to hers, asking for permission. Eli found the notion endearing and arched into his touch. Rather than linger, however, Sheldon swallowed heavily and continued his advance and removed the shirt before nudging her onto her side so that she faced away from him.
"I want to learn everything about you," He kissed her shoulder blade.
Eli did not protest as his explorations continued. Sheldon raised himself to one elbow and smoothed her hair lightly back and behind her ears. She sighed as he kissed her neck again. She let her eyes close. No one had ever paid so close attention to her. Every moment was a whole new world of wonderful.
Sheldon continued to trace her body. Ever the scientist, he intensly studied her back. Two fingers looping feather-light down the line of vertebrae and up the smooth skin of her forearm. His hands then skated over the valley of her side and up the peak of her hip. Eli wore only underwear and Sheldon ghosted over the waistband, settling back down on her thigh. He pulled her back to face him, her lips desperately searching for his after the time apart, her hands winding themselves in his short hair. His hands slid down the length of her leg, bending her knee over his hip. His fingertips made small circles over the delicate skin on the back of her knees.
"Sheldon," His movements sent electric tendrils of pleasure across her body and she shivered, grasping at his back, pulling him closer to her. After all of his ministrations, she could not get close enough.
Rolling so that she lay atop him, Eli littered his face with light kisses. She felt him kiss the hollow of her throat and a gasp escaped her parted lips. Eli let her hands drop to his belt as she looked into his eyes. He looked back at her and traced her lips. Long ago, Eli had ran out of words to describe those eyes.
…
Eli awoke before the sun rose. The darkness of her bedroom was begining to allay into easy blue. There was a warm breath on her neck, and her legs were tangled with those of another. There was a sigh and she felt the arm that was wrapped around her waist tighten. It meandered up her back and around her shoulders, holding her close. She smiled as a dark-haired head settled into the crook of her neck, pillowed under her chin.
Sheldon. She draped her hand over his bare chest, feeling the cadence of his heartbeat. It was calm and steady with the tempo of sleep. She could see the soft corner of his lips, and gently kissed the skin there. His pulse jumped at the contact. This delighted Eli and she began to experiment. She brought her lips down his neck and back up to his chin, his ears. Each time, his heart thuddered under her palm.
She jumped slightly when his hand covered hers on his chest. Eli looked down at Sheldon and watched as his lovely, incandescent eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning," she whispered into his ear, running her fingers through his dark hair.
"Mmmm," he purred, "Indeed,"
She felt the cool of his lips on the hollow of her throat and her stomach quivered with delight. Her entire body shuddered at his touch. On her neck, she could feel his lips turn up into a smile. He loved that he could elicit such a response from her.
Prior to the previous night, Sheldon had been bewildered, and inexperienced; but, with his open innocence, he had trusted her. After only a short time, he was able to locate all of points on her body that caused her to melt in his arms. Like a cartogropher he had memorized every curve and slight camber of her topography. He was a fast learner. His fingertips had wasted no time in finding the sensitive skin behind her knees. She remebered the way he had blown cool air behind her ear and how he had softly kissed her navel. In sweet reminiscence, sleep claimed them once again.
…
Bright morning light shone through Sheldon's eyelids. He opened them. Eli was fast asleep and tucked against his chest. He pulled her closer to him.
Pure joy tugged at his lips and at his heart. Perhaps it was the enraptured state of his brain chemistry from the lingering endorphins, or her rasberry scent. Or, perhaps, it was simply the way the iridescent light reflected off of her copper curls. Tenderly, he brushed a few stray locks away from her face. In her sleep, she was smiling. Never had Sheldon been so…content.
His bladder, however, had a different idea. Sheldon untangled himself from her and the bedding and went into the bathroom. Deciding to also take a shower, he stepped into the shower and began to contemplate the last night. Memories of what they had shared poured over him like the water. Never would it just be 'coitus' with Eli. He finally understood the distinction in the idiom 'making love'.
Sheldon shut off the water, toweled, and dressed. When he entered the bedroom, he realized Eli was no longer in the bed. Walking through the apartment, he found her. She was sitting at her desk, vehemently typing away on her computer. Sheldon noticed she was wearing his shirt, the one she had bought. He leaned against the door frame and smiled. She was very attractive, he decided, in HIS shirt.
Not wishing to disturb her creative process, Sheldon retreated into his room. Checking the time, he lamented. It was 11:48 and he was scheduled to depart on a two-o'clock flight. With a sigh, he pulled his suitcase from under the bed.
He had just finished packing and cataloguing his socks when Eli appeared in the doorway. Her eyes followed his movements, an expression of dejection painted on her face. Her lively spirit was subdued by the gravity of the situation.
"I wish," she started, "I wish you would stay."
"And I wish you would be accompanying me on my return. He folded a t-shirt and placed it in the bag.
"But, that would be," he paused before choking out, "illogical."
She grabbed another article of clothing and folded it. Handing it to him, she said, "I know."
His eyes softened as he looked down at her. They were rueful and full of sadness.
…
At the airport terminal, Sheldon was called for boarding.
"You better go," Eli told him when he refused to move.
Finally, Sheldon stood. Eli handed him his messenger bag.
"It's heavier," he commented.
"Just a little going away present,"
Sheldon opened the flap on his bag and pulled out a folder full of paper.
"What is it?"
"I noticed that you had finished all of the reading you had brought with you and thought you might want something to pass the time."
Sheldon looked at the first page. In Courier New was a title,
"'Peculiar Idiosyncrasies: A novel by Aurelia Huntington'." He looked to Eli wide eyed. "You did it!"
"Yep," she giggled but was stopped by the final call.
"Eli," Sheldon held her hands.
"Sheldon?"
He traced her lips and the contours of her face with his thumbs. He had never felt emotions such as these before. He told her the first thing that came to him.
"Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touched and touching."
"Never parted," she whispered, holding his face in her hands. She pulled him down and kissed him hard. She clenched her eyes shut, holding him tightly to her. She wanted to never let go.
Pulling away, winded, Sheldon blushed with embarassment at the public display. Several bystanders clapped or whistled.
"Go," she shoved him lightly, almost playfully.
Eli kept her eyes glued to his back as he showed the flight attendant his ticket. Before boarding, he flashed her a valiant Vulcan salute. Eli giggled loudly, sending one right back. Live long and prosper, Sheldon.
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After seating himself on the plane, Sheldon noticed an ache in his chest. Oh dear, this was not a proper time for his hypochondria to surface. A stinging bruned in his eyes. Allergies, too? He swiped away the tear before it could roll down his cheek. With a deep breath, the pain in his heart continued. Was it the pressure? The altitude? Sheldon felt sick. Had he caught something whilst conducting he pre-flight arangements in the crowded airport?
Sheldon stared longingly out the window. He watched as miles and miles of Virginia passed and disapeared beneath him. Already he missed Eli.
With sudden inspiration, he pulled forth the mauscript from his bag. He flipped to the first page. Scrawled in elegant script were the lyrics to "Soft Kitty". They were followed by a short message:
Sheldon, love sick is a kind of sick, right?
Sheldon traced where she had drawn a heart and signed her name. Turning to the next page, he began to read.
…
Sheldon left on Saturday. On Sunday, Eli made pancakes.
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