Author's Note: Good evening, everyone. Thank you all so much for your support and encouragement after yesterday's A/N. It really made my day and I particularly enjoyed the review from I Love Nate Ruess. That made my insomnia ridden night and I couldn't stop laughing my fool head off for like 20 minutes. And yes, he certainly does like to fornicate, especially in my dirty twisted beyond repair mind. LOL! Seriously, though, thanks. You guys all rock my mismatched socks off.
I've decided that Karma will end at the 30 chapter mark so now, it's time to start drawing in loose ends and expanding on implied pairings with Leslie and Howard. I promised that they'd get an HEA too and I am a woman of my word. Enjoy today's chapter.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
Hearing the cheerful growl of his Chewbacca timer, Sheldon carefully turned the waffle maker. As per usual, he had awoken before her and while looking at her peaceful face, he had been struck by the impulse to bring her breakfast in bed. It was odd. He had never liked the idea of eating a meal in the room he slept in (unless of course it was the Apocalypse…) but things were different now. His paradigm with Penelope Rosemary Oaks had permanently shifted and it was a shift he did not want undone, that he wanted to celebrate.
Besides, one of the recurring themes of his research on intimacy was that a good morning after was always appreciated by one's companion.
Removing the cinnamon blueberry waffles, he put them on a sunshine yellow plate and drizzled maple syrup over them like on the cooking shows his MeeMaw preferred. Next he added a healthy portion of scrambled eggs with pepper jack cheese and 4 sausage links. Placing the plate on the tray, he pulled a travel size bottle of green Naked Juice out of the subzero and got a purple crazy straw out of the cabinet, along with cutlery from the drawer. Last but not least, he put a large multicolored origami flower on the upper right hand corner of the tray on top of two squares of Bounty and headed back upstairs.
She had turned onto her back in her sleep, gloriously nude and glowing in the early morning sun. Placing the tray safely on her bedside table, Sheldon made sure the drawstring of his purple and green flannel pants was secure before leaning down to kiss her. Slowly, she responded and let out a sound vaguely like a content tribble as her eyes focused on his bare torso.
"Now, that's what I like to see. Lose the pants, baby."
"Perhaps after you eat, sweetheart.", he replied, the endearment flowing easily from his mouth. "I brought you breakfast."
Sitting up, she gasped softly and smiled at him brilliantly. Picking up his discarded shirt, he gestured for her to cover her torso and she pulled one of the blankets over her lap. He would have to do laundry today. While he was more than comfortable with sharing germs during lovemaking, Sheldon had no intention of slumbering in their dried fluids.
Just…no.
"Thank you, Sheldon. For breakfast, for last night, hell, just for everything. I'm really happy with you and I'm glad we're together."
"As am I. Eat."