Chapter 3
Somehow, with all the revelations and discussion of the Great Betrayal, he neglected to mention her problems with parasomnias. He had a list of questions that Dr. Fowler had given him, but he was preoccupied by his own situation and less than interested in Penny's sleeping problem at that time.
It was only when Penny yawned and suggested that they retire that he remembered his predicament. He had important information to impart and he completely forgot, too wrapped up in his own self to remember anything but his complete heartbreak.
He started to talk about it and she stopped him quickly. "Sheldon, you've told me numerous times that I snore. I don't snore. Now, you take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch. Don't get used to it. Tomorrow night you can sleep in your own bed, but I'll give you some place to hide out tonight."
"I am not hiding, Penny."
"Call it whatever you want to, Sheldon. You don't want to see them and I don't blame you. However, don't let them run you out of your own apartment, sweetie. You're better than that. You're stronger than that. Plus, you have the whole roommate agreement on your side. Use it."
"You are correct, Penny. I do have the advantage here. I appreciate your support."
"Yeah, I thought you might. Tough when there isn't anyone in your corner to cheer you on, isn't it? Anyway, good night, Sheldon."
"But Penny, I really should discuss something pressing with you before we retire for the night."
"Save it for morning, sweetie. I'm beat. All I want to do right now is stretch out as best I can and relax. We'll talk in the morning."
He went into her room and dressed for bed, certain that he would regret his silence.
Penny entered her room without knocking. Her eyes were wide open, but he could tell from previous observations that she was still asleep. Another episode of somnambulating, he thought. She lifted the blankets and dove right into the bed, snuggling up next to him as she had the times before.
For a millisecond, he was very glad that he came home from the Arctic.
Her hair slithered over his shoulder as she raised her head and nibbled his earlobe. He felt himself harden in his pajamas as she brushed her hand over his stomach, caressing his abdomen. Her nails scratched at his skin lightly, teasing him, and he let her hand roam over the flesh of his chest and stomach without hindering her. When she reached for his erection, however, his hand grasped her wrist and moved it away.
He had thought about this nightly when they were at the North Pole. Her visits in the night had made his weekly masturbation sessions far more palatable. They actually gave him another view of something that had become rote and routine for him. Instead of a faceless, nameless female, he thought of Penny and her bright, shining, sweet-smelling hair, the way that her vagina felt as it surrounded him, the way that her body pulsed with arousal and excitement as she rode him mercilessly.
There were things that he wanted, things that he desired that he could only imagine with her. With Penny. She would never judge him for his curiousity or inexperience; he could imagine her delight at being able to teach him about anything, since he frequently stated he knew everything. Yuu can only learn so much on the internet before porn starts appearing and Sheldon did not care for the bizarre and strange depictions of sexual congress he had stumbled upon at various times.
He would never admit to it, but Homo Novus was a lie that he had perpetuated for years. He decided when he met Leonard that there would be no need to broadcast his biological urges; it was humiliating enough that he had them, much less to actually give in to them. He would become a higher form of man, one beyond the needs of the flesh.
He never expected his flesh to turn traitor at the sight of blonde hair and green eyes. White, even teeth clamping down onto a plump lower lip when she concentrated on HALO, Super Mario Brothers, or physics. Long, shapely legs thrown haphazard across the expanse of couch between them. He never expected his body to act or react as it did, but it had. Oh, it had.
He turned on his side to face her as she fell to her back. She wore her pink robe over a camisole and boy short set, he noticed. The material was silky and soft under his hand as he ran it over her hip and up her side, smoothing the material as he went. He was once again amazed at how perfectly their bodies fit together; it was as if she were made for him, the curve of her hip fitting perfectly to the palm of his hand. He leaned down and touched his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue along the crease of her lips as she parted them for him, allowing him access to her mouth.
Time stood still as he kissed her, tasting the sweetness of her mouth on his tongue. He continued his slow, easy caresses, building her passion as he concentrated on areas that he knew were sensitive to her—her throat, her breasts, and the backs of her knees.
He stopped kissing her long enough to pull her robe off, leaving it beneath her as he stroked her arms. Her hands came up to twist in his hair as he pulled one strap of her camisole off her shoulder, his mouth blazing a path of fire across her skin and down to her breast. Her nipple was already erect, awaiting his touch and he was more than happy to provide it, his mouth circling around to the underside of her breast before he drew it into his mouth.
She moaned aloud at the sensation. "Oh, Sheldon, what you do to me…."
It pleased him greatly, to say the least.
She arched against his hand as it trailed down to her boy shorts, grazing the protrusion of her mons through the cloth. He toyed with her mercilessly, his hands and lips working in tandem to make her absolutely crazed with need. Her hips moved against his hand, still on the outside of her shorts and pressing hard against the dampness seeping through the fabric.
He finally hooked his thumb in the side of her shorts and dragged them down her legs. She raised her hips to assist him, and then dropped heavily back down on the bed with her legs spread open invitingly, waiting for him to do as he would.
He pulled her camisole over her head and laid it aside. Her skin was as silky as the fabric, his fingers gliding over her from head to toe as he continued to kiss her. Her hands were pulling at him, tugging him on top of her and he let her, positioning himself between her legs but remaining far enough away from her entrance to prevent her from moving along too fast.
He found himself curious about one part of the sexual experience that he had never tried. Cunnilingus. When she had fellated him, it had shocked him to his core, but he wondered (quite frequently) if she would enjoy the reciprocation.
He eased his way down her body until he was nose to, well, genitals with her.
Her mons was clean-shaven, not one speck of hair present. He had seen women in various stages of depilatory states (he couldn't help it with Wolowitz around) but he had never actually visualized a mons such as hers—or anyone else's, for that matter.
She was so…smooth, for lack of a better word.
He sniffed lightly and found she had a delicate, feminine scent that drew him toward her, enticing him. He pressed a kiss to the soft skin and she moaned again, arching her hips toward his mouth. He ran his hands over the flesh, and then parted her labia to find the ever-elusive clitoris. He had read extensively on the physiology of sex, the nervous system's response to stimulation, the mechanics of sexual pleasure, but seeing her in this state, feeling the attraction that he was feeling at this moment—it nearly overwhelmed him.
While he touched her gently with his fingers, he mentally recited pi to the 387th place to prevent his own orgasm. It calmed him enough to continue and he leaned his head forward to touch her clitoris with his tongue.
Her response was more than gratifying. She grabbed his head and mashed it against her pubic bone, her clitoris protruding into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, and then experimented with tiny touches and little licks until he could feel her hips rocking under his head. Her hand left his head and he chanced a look up the length of her body to see her twisting her own nipples.
This seemed to excite him even more. His chin was getting wet, but not unpleasantly so as he moved closer to her. He inserted one finger into her vagina, slightly hesitant but willing to try. Her copious juices allowed it to glide right in and she jerked twice at the intrusion before relaxing and allowing him to continue his explorations.
Every action brought him a new discovery. There were variations in the inner passage of her body that he was unfamiliar with and he explored and tested a variety of techniques before he found a small nodule just inside the vestibule of her channel. With more than a little trepidation, he pressed on it and she reacted violently, arching her hips even further into his mouth. He alternated between licking her clitoris and pressing that spot until she was a writhing, moaning mess, her hands running over first her body, then his, trying to pull him on top of her.
He finally allowed her to yank his arm upward, following her direction. He stripped off his pajamas and positioned himself between her legs, his erection throbbing in time to his heartbeat. Bending his head down to kiss her deeply, he pressed into her slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him.
She sighed happily and snuggled into his neck, her lips trailing along the corded muscle. Her teeth nipped at him as her hands pushed on his ass, encouraging him to move, but he wanted to stay where he was and enjoy it. And he was enjoying it, quite a bit.
He finally began moving, his thrusts slow and shallow, not wanting to injure her or rush to his own completion. She wrapped her legs around him and used him as leverage to arch into him, pulling him in deeper as he tried without success to keep an even pace. His hands smoothed the hair back from her face as she tossed her head from side to side, caught up in the sensation of them together, moving in the most primal dance there was.
He could tell she was close to orgasm; there was a deep flush that suffused her skin from her chin to her chest. Her nipples brushed his chest and at times, his own nipples and it forced a moan of his own out of his mouth.
She reached up to brush the hair off his forehead. "Sheldon, baby, that feels so good."
He pressed his mouth to her neck and let himself follow his biological imperatives once again. He was fucking her harder now, faster than he thought he could move, driven by his own excitement as well as hers. With one hand, he reached down and stimulated her clitoris with his thumb, rolling it in circles above the tender pearl of flesh.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, and then her nails broke his skin as she started arching against him, her moans becoming more high-pitched and increasing in volume as she came closer to coming. He slanted his mouth over hers, swallowing her scream when he felt her body clamp down around him, her muscles tight and vise-like as she came. Her tongue penetrated his mouth and distracted him momentarily, and then he felt his own orgasm begin to spiral up and out, his scrotum drawing up, tightening, pulling him closer to the ultimate pleasure.
He panted against her cheek, and then kissed down the side of her neck, nibbling on the soft skin behind her ear. Time slowed, telescoped into endless states of being and then unexpectedly he was coming, his hips jerking in staccato rhythm as he groaned her name against her shoulder.
She went completely rigid as he was still in mid-orgasm and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was awake. "Sheldon? Oh my God, Sheldon!"
He drew back and looked into her eyes, now awake and fully aware. "Penny?"
"What the—are we—oh my god, we are...we were…let me up, please." She shoved at his shoulder and he withdrew from her, still half-hard and jerking slightly with the aftereffects of his orgasm. He fell onto the bed and watched her wrap herself in her sheets, and then she reached for her clothing.
"Penny, allow me to explain…."
"Explain? Explain what? That you were fucking me while I was asleep? That you…that we…I can't even think about this right now. I can't even look at you." She dragged her robe out from under her and wrapped herself in it, her clothes still in her hands. "Sheldon, I really think that you need to stay away from me for a while."
"Penny, I have not sought you out. Please notice where we are. We are in your room, not in your living room on the couch. You came to me. You have been coming to me, not I to you."
Her head turned and she looked down at him. He couldn't decipher the look on her face, but if he were to hazard a guess, he would have to define it as disgust. "You knew that I was sleepwalking. You've commented on it before, haven't you? You knew that I wasn't awake and took advantage of that fact."
"I have done nothing of the sort, Penny."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I really can't believe you right now." She climbed out of her bed and went to the bathroom door. "Just—don't. I don't want to see you right now."
With a hurt look, she glanced at him one last time before she walked out of the room and into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her. He heard her sob as she turned on the shower and the sound of the water drowned out any other noises that she made. Steam billowed from under the bathroom door and he knew that he had damaged her with his inaction, or his actions, or both.
He never wanted to cry as badly as he did at that moment.