AN: Holy god, guys. Has it been forever or what? I haven't updated this story in close to a year, and I would like to sincerely apologize to all the readers who have continued to review and ask for updates. I lost inspiration for this story for a very long time, and it was only after a wicked awesome reader messaged me about this story that I finally considered continuing it. After going back and forth trying to decide on whether to keep writing, I've finally decided to finish the story! Thank you so much to everyone who is still reading, reviewing, and following this story, without you I never would have continued it!
A special thank you to seza3175, I know it took me a while to read and reply to your message, but it was ultimately the reason I decided to keep writing. You rock! :)
This chapter is where the M rating starts to come in. You've been warned!
And now, finally, on with the story!
Sheldon had been laying in bed for what seemed like an eternity. His sinuses felt as if someone had been pounding them with a mallet, his nose continued to drip, no matter how many tissues he used, and his body was run down and tired as if he had run a marathon. The only highlight in this plethora of illness was the brief moment when Penny's face had appeared on his computer screen, her voice singing him Soft Kitty through his speakers.
Penny. Penny, who had always been there for him, who had played HALO with him, who had taken care of him in his sickness.
Penny, who, as Leonard had put it, he had somehow developed feelings for.
As Sheldon lay in bed, he began to picture Penny in his head; her bright, blonde hair, her tan skin, her slim, fit figure, her perfect breasts...
Sheldon blinked. Certainly he had noticed Penny's aesthetically appealing looks; it was simple fact that she was attractive, however his thoughts had never been drawn in... that direction before.
Sexuality was something Sheldon was neither comfortable nor familiar with. It was the one area that he held absolutely no expertise in; the one category in which he could not be considered a genius. He had never before held any interest whatsoever in anything remotely sexual, considering it below someone like him, someone above primal urges. However, as he thought of Penny, laying sick in his bed, he felt something very primal indeed stirring within him.
I must be more ill than I previously suspected, Sheldon thought. Yes. It's the illness, not the thought of Penny's long, tan legs or perfectly rounded breasts...
Sheldon became startled as he felt a certain part of his anatomy begin to stand at attention at his increasingly sexual thoughts of Penny. Unacceptable. I'm no better than Howard and his perverted mind.
He attempted to will his erection to subside, thinking of all things he found unattractive. He shuddered as he finally settled on the memory of Leonard's mother kissing him, how disgusted he had been. As he continued to remember the horror of the event, he felt his anatomy returning to it's previous normal state.
Crisis averted.
Sheldon halfheartedly attempted to blame his reaction on his illness, but it was no use. For the first time in his entire existence, he was physically, sexually attracted to someone.
This is worse than I originally thought.