Author's Note: I'm still gonna scribble on my favorite fandoms' walls and I'm still gonna write what I want to read. Whether people enjoy what I come up with or not, it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, I write for me first and foremost. I write because I love it and it makes happy. No one is going to take that from me. NO. ONE.

As you can all probably tell, I've gotten, read, and promptly deleted another Chapter 16 A/N flame from what I patiently call an Anon-Troll and less patiently call a hateful, disrespectful pain in the neck.

You can insult my stories until the cows come home and jump over the moon but don't you dare tell me with a straight face that I shouldn't write in general. Just…don't.

That being said, this is the homestretch for this story and it may be completed earlier than the length of my usual chain so this may be a multi-fic update week. I don't know yet.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"I adore you, Penelope."

Sheldon's head was in the space between neck and shoulder, sharing the pillow with her. His warm breathing was right near the hypersensitive skin behind her left ear and the still tangled, still musky bedding covered them from right below the navel down. He turned his head inward and used his nose to tilt her head, his lips pressing tenderly against the lower part of her cheek. Penny shivered and his arms wound around her tighter, holding her closer to him to warm her. She was already warm. She was happy and warm and felt absolutely delicious. He had made love with her. Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper, Homo Novus himself, trusted her enough, wanted her enough to make love with her.

After the jagged edge of need had been taken care of, he had used the data collected from their extended foreplay to initiate Round 2, 3, 4…it was like uncorking a bottle with him. Penny wasn't surprised. Once he set his mind to something, whether it was his work or one of his numerous fandoms and past times, it got his full attention, his full curiosity, the full attention of that big beautiful mind…

"I know you're awake, darlin'."

Penny smiled. She always enjoyed it when his twang entered his voice. It was a sure sign that he was listening, that things had gotten past his controlled and measured surface and to the real. Plus, hearing it in a low, raspy, sleepy, got just laid so hard and loved it tone…mmm…

"I adore you too, MoonPie." she replied while turning onto her back. Her limbs felt leaden and there was a deep, honeyed ache that she had never experienced before. Looking down, she could spot a few lovers' marks blossoming pink and red on her abdomen and she could feel a rather intense one on the inner curve of her left breast. That had been the resting place for his head as he howled (fucking howled…) her name for the first of many, many times…

"…you may call me that now. You may call me whatever you want."

"Damn straight I can." she sassed, making him laugh and get back on top of her. Skin on skin…god, she loved his skin. It was creamy pale and was addictingly salty sweet. Her fingers slid into his rumpled hair and pulled him down into a sensual kiss, sucking his lower then upper lip before capturing them fully. He moaned and held her close, his hands right where the band of her bra would be as he slipped his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers.

The kiss broke with a deep, guttural grunt from her as he forcibly entered her again.