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Chapter 9
She jerked awake from an amazing dream of sex with Sheldon Cooper. She was curled up with her head next to his, resting on his arm and shoulder and she couldn't stop herself. She began kissing his cheek and then down his jaw line. The stubble of his beard was unexpectedly soft. He smelled clean and yet there was a musky, manly scent to him when she pushed up his sweatshirt and began kissing his nipples and chest.
He mumbled something in his sleep and she stopped, not wanting to, but not wanting to risk a loud confrontation, hoping he'd fall back to sleep.
He did, sighing and pulling her closer to him, his hands around her waist, one under the sweatshirt she'd worn to sleep, the other hand moving to cup one of her butt cheeks. His warm fingertips were making swirls on her skin of the small of her back even in sleep.
He was driving her crazy with his touch and she couldn't resist slipping one hand around his waist, the fingers dipping below the drawstring waistband of his sweat pants.
Sheldon slept commando-style! She smirked at the thought of prim and proper Sheldon Cooper allowing his stuff to just hang around. It was so not Dr. Sheldon Cooper, PhD who lectured his friends and cohorts at the drop of the hat about proper…
His hand darted from her butt cheek to her wrist and stopped any downward movement.
"No, not like this," he whispered.
"Please, I need this. I need you," she whispered back and smiled at him in the darkness when his grip on her wrist weakened until it was more like a lover's caress.
He sighed and she changed tactics, moving so that her face was beside his and her arms flat on his chest. She slowly slid her palms up his chest and then cupped his face and leaned down and kissed him, sucking his lower lip between hers.
Soft. That was Sheldon's first thought. When she sucked lightly on his lip his moan surprised him. It just…happened, just like his arms wrapping themselves around her back and anchoring her to him.
Instinct and some part of his monkey brain seemed to be making the decisions for him and so he just mentally shrugged and let it do its thing. He was just along for the ride.
This part is 'M' and is not integral to the story. I just wanted to settle some questions about this fic's direction.
Her tongue darted against his lips like a moth tapping against a lighted window and he parted his lips and sighed as her tongue slipped in and began exploring. It wasn't as gross as he'd imagined. His own tongue began sliding around hers, a delicate ballet of sorts. Their breathing synchronized automatically as if they'd been doing this for centuries.
She purred into his mouth and wrapped an arm around his neck. He slipped his hands up under her sweatshirt and caressed her back, surprised at how her flesh seemed to heat up as he touched her.
"Take it off, baby. I'm getting too hot anyways." She broke the kiss, whispered her entreaty, and then sat up so he could pull the sweatshirt off. The cool air made her nipples contract and she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts.
"Don't want these puppies getting cold, do we? It's okay to touch them, just don't squish them, baby."
Her breasts seemed made for his hands. They fit perfectly and he toyed with her hard nubs and smiled his secret smiled when she gasped and then purred again.
She leaned up and whispered, "Take off your sweatshirt. I want to feel your skin on mine." He nodded and pulled off his sweatshirt. He was glad it was dark. He was embarrassed.
They kissed and touched each other and Sheldon soon got over any concerns about his body. Her whispered comments, suggestions and moans canceled out any inhibitions he's developed over the years. He liked being touched by her and touching her in return.
He stiffened when she palmed his erection through his sweatpants and she giggled and whispered that he needed to 'lose the pants, Dr. Cooper'.
"Wait, I – " He was uncertain just what to do. "No, no more waiting. I've loved you as a friend for years and now I love you as a man, Sheldon, my man. I do, Shel, I do so love you so much."
It flipped a switch in his brain, turning off any social awkwardness he felt about his current situation. Sure, he'd researched coitus and it's related activities but to actually…
She pulled off his sweatpants and then her own and straddled him, reaching down and guiding his erection to her folds.
"Oh, God in heaven," he muttered when she lowered herself slowly down onto him. She waited a few seconds for her muscles to adjust to his girth and then was surprised when he flipped her over onto her back, still encased in her hot flesh.
He pulled out until just the head of his cock was in her vagina, and then he very slowly began the ancient ritual of coitus. His strokes were slow and lethargic and she shuddered as the crown of his mushroom-like cock head teased her g-spot.
"Oh, God, Sheldon, you're killing me here," she mumbled into his neck. She felt him chuckle and for a second wondered if his remonstrations regarding his virginity were just so much bullshit. He was torturing her and no virgin could possibly –
Sheldon was doing differential calculus in his head, determined to make their first time last but he could feel the tension building and his strokes became deeper and faster.
"Wait, Sheldon. Let me just – " She pulled her legs up as far as she could and wrapped them around him and locked her ankles together. She whispered that she loved him and then began meeting his thrusts with her own.
"I'm so close, baby. Harder and faster and – " Her orgasm was building and she felt him suddenly stiffen and his breath grow raggedy. She squeezed down on him with her muscles and her own climax took her.
End 'M'.
Sheldon was hot and sweaty and sticky and the happiest he'd ever been in his life. Someone loved him. She loved him.
She felt him slip out of her and she wriggled around until she was facing him on her side. He leaned in and kissed her gently and she felt his smile.
"I love you too, Penny."
It was almost sunrise but the rain continued and Sheldon fired up the electric water heater and led Penny back to the shower.
"Under the circumstances, I think we can waive the two minute rule, Penny."
Winkle was still asleep when Sheldon cooked up breakfast of instant oatmeal and microwave sausage for the three of them.
"Leslie, wake up and eat something. Sheldon says we have a big day ahead of us."
Winkle forced open one eye and saw Penny, dressed in sweats and tennis shoes, holding a cup of hot coffee and a plate of something that smelled wonderful.
"Okay. Let me hit the little girl's room and I'll be right with ya. Thanks for the coffee."
After breakfast, Sheldon decided to go out to check on the propane levels in the tanks. The generator had run all night and he was concerned about their propane consumption given the cold weather.
He tried to open the rear door but it wouldn't budge. Sheldon opened the latch and then shoved against the door with his shoulder and it popped open unexpectedly and he fell out of the coach onto the ice-covered parking lot.
"You two don't have to feel guilty about showing affection around me, Penny. It's obvious that you two have 'sealed the deal' and I'm glad for you. Both of you."
Penny blushed and asked, "How did you know?" She didn't think she'd behaved any differently towards Sheldon at breakfast.
"First, I'm not deaf and those moans and the muffled scream you let out would have awakened me even if I'd been asleep. And then there's the way he hasn't taken his eyes off you for more than a few seconds. And you seemed to be much more touchy-feely than normal and he hasn't rushed to the lavatory to wash his hands."
"Um, well, yeah. But I don't want this to be a problem for us, Leslie."
"Won't be. You did promise to share him, remember?" She liked Penny and if she found happiness with Sheldon the Germaphobe, so be it. She was teasing about sharing. He definitely wouldn't share.
Penny's eyes narrowed and she growled deep in her throat and Winkle laughed and hugged her. "Just teasing. He's not my type. Now you, on the other hand…"
"Are you saying you're – "
"God, Blondie, you're so easy…" She laughed and walked up to the front of the coach to check things out. She was happy for them. She was. Really.
Sheldon picked himself up off the ice and carefully walked around to the propane tank storage. The gauges were ice coated and it took him a few minutes to chip the ice off with the butt of his pocket knife.
He ran some computations off in his head and sighed. He had badly underestimated how much propane they'd need. If consumption remained as it was, they'd run out in a week, perhaps less.
Sheldon walked around the coach to see if there was any damage when he noticed that there was a storage building out near the septic tank area and decided to check it out. He climbed back up into the coach for a pistol and warmer clothes.
Winkle was just stepping out of the lavatory when he shrugged on his army field jacket and his pistol belt. She smiled at him and raised an eyebrow as if asking 'where are you going'.
"I saw a storage building out behind the parking area and I want to check it out. I won't be but a few minutes."
"Why the pistol, Cooper? Expecting trouble?" She wanted to ask him to take her along just in case.
"Coyotes. Didn't you hear them last night? Besides, this isn't the university parking lot, Les. If you get dressed warmly, I'd like the company."
Penny watched her friends walk across the parking lot. She'd started to get ready to go but Sheldon stopped her.
"Penny, I want someone in the coach at all times, just in case someone shows up unexpectedly. If we run into trouble, fire it up and – "
"No! No, I won't leave you guys behind!"
"I was going to say, come get us. Get dressed warmly just in case, okay. We're not in Pasadena any more. We have to assume the worst case scenario every time we venture out like this."
Leslie shot the huge padlock off the door and threw it open and covered Sheldon when he went inside. It was dark and the only light was from a frosted skylight in the ceiling.
There were shelves of cleaning and toilet supplies for the restrooms and a small stash of canned Spam, sardines and a few boxes of crackers. Someone liked his snacks old-style.
Leslie found two canisters of propane and together they managed to lug their loot back to the horse trailer. Sheldon lashed the propane tanks in line with the others and then secured the trailer door. Winkle had already walked back to the coach.
"Got any gasoline you can spare? I'll pay you for it or trade some – "
Sheldon whirled around at the sound of a man's voice not 10 feet away from him. He had his pistol out and leveled at the stranger who was dressed in heavy motorcycle leathers and still wore his helmet with a tinted visor.
"Where did you come from? I could have shot you! You don't sneak up on people like that!"
The muffled voice chuckled. "I didn't sneak up on you. I've been watching you for a while, deciding on whether or not I could trust you. My tryke's out of gas and I pushed it up here for the night. My tent's just on the other side of the restrooms."
"How much do you need? Money's no good. What do you have to trade?"
"Got some canned goods. I'll trade you all of it except for the peaches for a full tank of gas. I'm trying to get back to my folks' place up north. Haven't heard from them in a few weeks."
"I'll take a few cans and fill up your tank. We have enough and we drained a few tanks in Barstow. Ran into some looters who wanted to – "
"That was you guys? I saw the burning truck and checked out the few cars that were still intact. No gas. Um, are you guys military?"
"Is there a problem here, Sheldon?" Leslie had walked out to check on what was taking Sheldon so long and she'd heard another man's voice and gone back in and now held the MP-5 aimed at their 'visitor'.
"No. We're just doing a little 'horse trading'. He needs gas for his bike and we're getting a few canned goods in trade, that's all."
The stranger pulled off his helmet and smiled at Leslie. "I'm Hideki Tanaka, former pilot in the US Air Force now medically retired, ma'am, and I'd appreciate it if you'd point that thing in some other direction."
Sheldon grabbed a 10-gallon plastic gas can and walked with Tanaka back to his bike. "Medically retired? You look to be my age if not less."
"Diabetes. Threw my ass out."
"What are you doing for insulin, Hideki?" His Pap Paw had had diabetes and needed daily doses of insulin.
"Scrounging. I've got a couple of weeks' worth but it won't keep long without refrigeration. After that, I'm screwed." It explained why he wouldn't part with the canned peaches.
Sheldon made a 'command decision'.
"Come with us. You can put your bike in our trailer and we'll put your insulin in our refrigerator. We're going to need to stop at every small town between here and Omaha, so we'll help you scrounge for insulin or its substitutes. You'll have to figure out a dietary plan and we'll scrounge for you as well. Deal?"
"You two married?" He meant Leslie Winkle. Penny was sitting in the coach, holding a pistol and wishing her Moon Pie was back where he belonged.
"Lord, no. We barely speak to each other. We were colleagues but hardly friends."
"And yet – here you are."
"Deal or not? I'll give you the gas for free if you want to go it alone."
"I'm in."
And that's how Sheldon solved more problems than he knew about.