Nobel prize
In the Near future
Sheldon walked out onto the stage, a tall lean man in his early fifties. The passage of time has left its mark, his hair has a touch of grey and his hairline is receding but he has little Laugh lines at the corner of his eyes and Less of the manic energy of his youth, it's matured into a calm confidence.
He's wearing a simple well tailored dark suit, he's noted for love of good suits. He once attended an International symposium in Milan just as an excuse to visit a tailor who had been recommended to him.
Rumour is he'd had a bolt of cloth woven with his famous formulae in tiny type as the pinstripe, which was made into the suits he wore to lectures and debates.
He gathers himself, resting his hands on the podium. Of course, he has no notes as his memory is flawless.
Your Majesties,
Your Royal Highnesses, Excellences,
Esteemed Laureates, Ladies and gentlemen.
He looks down into the crowd. On the front row, right in front of him is sat Penny, smiling up at him. The lights on the stage seen to give her Cascade of blonde curls a subtle glow. She's a little older, but it's just smoothed her appearance from cute to stunning, giving her an almost old school Hollywood glamour. She's won quite a following from her appearance as Sister serenity , a Space Nun Sister of battle with the jump pack and flamer but found real Fame as the hit woman in John Wick 3, racing him to get the same target while being professional about murder. The Engineering department now ran her official fan website.
She grins as her eyes meet his, she gives him a thumbs up and flicks her hands through a few quick signs in a mixture of paintball tactical and American Sign language. "Go get them!"
I would very much like to thank the Nobel panel for this accolade
Ever since I was a child I have dreamed about this moment. I had committed myself whole heartedly to science at an early age as it was the only thing that made sense in a crazy world.
I threw my whole life into the sciences, in my naivety desperate for the approval of my peers and the recognition of my ability. The Nobel prize became a symbol for that, the pinnacle of achievement.
If I had carried on like that I would stand before you a shallow and empty man, friendless, loveless and bitter.
But I learned to grow and diversify, expanding my ability in other unscientific areas and finding that it grew my scientific ability rather than diminished it.
I made friends, I made enemies, I met and fell in love with the literal girl next door, and it was the happiest moment of my life when she became my wife. And it was thanks to her inspiration I had a breakthrough in string topology that grew into the theorem I present to you today.
He gestured to the screen where a 3 dimensional model of space time is displayed
When he first published it caused a Frenzy in the scientific community, but not in the way he had hoped. Instead of being raised on the shoulders of a cheering crowd and carried through the streets as their King, it created a massive war between academics. Some people held their theories dearer than their family or friends, and so it created bitter rivalry and hatred, people published vitriolic papers intensely attacking it, others glowing diatribes in support. It took years for them to get the funding to build the field generator prototype that finally proved the theorem correct .
Penny sits back and watches him speak, moving about the stage with confidence and a knowledge of how to use the space that she'd taught him from her theatre work. He may still mock acting a little as a profession but he understands the value of its knowledge and tools. His voice washes over her like warm honey, still with traces of the Texas twang but he's using a clearer annunciation as he wants to impress people internationally.
She watches him move, his jacket open now showing his shirt a pristine white, his pants neatly pressed. Only she knows he has her bright red lipstick on his cock from this morning. She wiggles in her seat, remembering last night
At the pre-award reception they'd mingled with the assembled scientist and nobility and even met the King and Queen of Sweden
Heading back to their hotel room they were both a little giggly drunk, after a glass or two of wine but mostly on the feeling of actually, finally being here. Sheldon was almost walking on air, he seemed taller and almost glowing with pride. Alone in the elevator going up to their rooms he pressed her back against the wall, hands on her hips as he kissed her. Powerful and possessive it took her breath away, making her head spin. When the doors opened she almost dragged him by the hand to their room.
She takes out her earrings and kicks off her shoes as he closes the door behind them.
She is just starting to turn around when he grabs her and presses her back against the wall.
"Quiet now" He puts a finger to her lips "people are about" He hooks the finger into the shoulder strap of her dress and pulls it over her shoulder "I'll need you to keep quiet"
"Yes Master" she whispers. He slips the other strap free and she wiggles, letting the dress slide slowly down her body and pool at her feet. She shivers, loving the feel of the silky material as it slides, the look on his face as her body is revealed to him. Beneath it she's just got a black lace thong, a garter belt and black stockings.
"Good girl" he murmurs into her ear, pressing his face to the side of her neck, softly biting the skin below her ear. His hands run up and down her sides, one cupping her breast while the other strokes the curve of her ass.
"Put your hands over your head." She lifts her arms, stretching up and pressing against him. He smiles an evil little grin "Keep them up and touching the wall. you may not speak until I give you permission"
She gives a little smile and mutely nods.
He carries on stroking her breasts, catching her nipples between his finger and thumb and gently tugging on them, until they were swollen and puffy. She aches her back, feeling his grip leave a throbbing ache as he trails his fingers down her stomach. She rocks her hips forward, wanting him to touch her but he trails over the band of her garter belt and down her thigh.
he chuckles, enjoying her reaction. He slides his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh.
"you may not speak, but you may beg"
she gives a low moan, pushing her hips forward as his hand cups her cunt through the soft lace of her thong.
She puts her shoulders back, lifting her chest, going up on tip toes in her stocking feet.
He works the soft flesh of her lips through the lace, stroking her. He can feel the hard little nubs of the studs piercing her outer labia, four each side. He feels each pair in turn as he slides the back of his finger over her, sliding up and down, the lace wet to his touch .
She takes a deep breath and sighs, feeling her face and chest flush as he hooks the top of her thong and tugs in down, sliding his fingers in to feel how wet and eager she is.
She tries to catch his eye, silently mouthing "more" and "please", trying to get closer to him, feeling the need burning in her. As she feels his fingers part her labia she can feel each of the little plastic stubs that pierce them, markers of his ownership of the most intimate parts of her.
He slides a finger either side of her clit and just holds them still, looking into her eyes as she works her hips, riding his fingers , rubbing herself slickly over him.
She Moans more, mouthing "please" over and over again, a mantra that moves in time with her hips humping his fingers, getting faster and faster. She breathes faster, panting shallow gasps.
He watches, intent, feeling his erection push against his pants as a heavy throbbing weight. Is she desperate enough yet? close enough yet?
He puts his hand over her mouth, pressing her back against the wall with his whole body as he starts to roughly rub her clit with his fingers "Come for me, girl. Come for me!"
She stiffens and struggles, moaning and wailing into his hand as her body shudders, her orgasm sudden and fierce after so much teasing.
In the auditorium she realises she almost moaned out load, remembering how it felt to come like that, begging him for it. On the stage, Sheldon continues
Of course, this part of My work would not be possible without the aid of Dr Rajesh Koothropali
I'd also like to thank Howard Wolowitz, a remarkably skilled engineer , astronaut and scientist. Once my theorem was published i had expected people to sit up and take notice, but for most people it wasn't until his prototype of the field generator worked that they realised that gravity manipulation was real.
His work on a gravity drive for NASA could be the next step in opening up the solar system
And lastly the help of Doctors Lesley and Leonard Winkle, my good friends and often my fiercest critics, for their ruthless checking and double checking of all my calculations.
behind Penny she can hear Barry Kripke grind his teeth. Living up to his promise, Sheldon made sure he had a good seat to watch Sheldons triumph.
She rubs her thighs together, watching Sheldon and feeling an ache between her legs, wanting him in her now.
After she came shuddering against the wall she lent forward against Sheldon, catching her breath against his chest. She softly sighed "Wow".
Taking her by the hair, Sheldon made her bend forward as he led her to the bed. She stumbled along, head still reeling, the pose making her feel helpless and humbled.
"onto the bed. On your back"
She lay back, naked except her stockings now. Sheldon made her raise her knees and spread her legs, so he had easy access to the slick folds of her cunt. He stroked the studs in her lips, each of her outer labia had been pierced four times and each hole fitted with a short white plastic barbell. She normally wore metal, but Sheldon insisted on plastic whenever they had to go through metal detectors. Her intimate jewellery was for him alone.
He took a small back bag from amongst his luggage and laid it on the bed. Stroking her soft folded lips he selected a barbell and pushed it up, so the ball on the outer edge was clear of her flesh. From the bag he produced a set of wire cutters and snipped the thin plastic barbell, cutting off the little white plastic bead. He pulled free the other half of the barbell and set it aside. From the bag he took a steel piercing ring closed with a steel ball. Using the cutters as pliers he opened the ring a little so the ball fell into his palm. Slowly, taking his time he slid the ring through the piercing and clipped the ball back in place.
She lay back , willing herself to stay still as he worked, methodically cutting the plastic keepers free and replacing them with steel rings.
When they were all done he stood to admire his work, the juxtaposition of shiny steel and pink flesh, of hard and unyielding against soft and slick. From the bag he took a leather cord and threaded it through the four rings on the left, then looped it round her thigh and tied it off tight. As he did the same on the right she spread her legs further, feeling the cords pull on the rings through her, pulling her open, revealing a deeper red of slick and swollen flesh
He Unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants, finally allowing his cock free. Taking it in his hand he works the tip up and down between the rings, teasing her to the last. Then he slips into her with one smooth thrust. She gasps, wrapping her legs around him as he thrusts hard and fast. In moments he grunts, driving into her as she grasps him and fights down a screams, taken by a breathless orgasm
On the Morning of the presentation they woke slowly, bundled in sticky sheets with an unusual array of bites and bruises. Laughing to themselves they unknot the tattered remains of a stocking from penny's ankle and stumbled to the shower. After long instruction Sheldon had learnt that a shower for two could be fun and so they took their time, soaping each other up, checking any battle wounds from the nights fun as they rinse down. He enjoys towelling her off, drying her back for her and she returns the favour before kneeling and drying his feet for him.
They wrap up in hotel robes and eat breakfast brought by room service, Sheldon happy with a high fibre cereal and penny with strong coffee and a weird 'bit of everything' order that seems to have got her a bowl of plain yoghurt, a jug of buttermilk, a bowl of muesli, dried fruit and nuts and a plate of what seemed to be salad , cheese and cold cuts on dark dense bread to make her own sandwich with. Never one to be nervous around food she dives in, ravenous from the nights exertions.
Once they've eaten Penny makes a start on her makeup as Sheldon checks his emails, then they lay out clothes for the Ceremony. Sheldon dresses first, in his sharp and formal suit. she helps him with his buttons, enjoying being next to him while naked and barefoot.
Once he's dressed she turns to start dressing but he stops her. "Hands behind your head. Feet apart"
She freezes then stands as ordered. Without ceremony he reaches between her legs, stroking the rings then easily slides two fingers up into her. Her eyes go wide and she bites her lip but stays as still as she can.
"Very good" He pulls a thin red ribbon from his jacket pocket and laces it through her cunt rings, lacing her up tight and tying her off with a neat double bow
"A prize for me to enjoy unwrapping later. You are to have No stimulation until I allow it, Understood?"
"Yes Master" such intimate bondage and restrictions always made her feel wet and fiercely owned
"No such rules for you, Master?" She drops to her knees and strokes his cock through his neatly pressed pants.
"May I offer my congratulations?" She gives him a cheeky smile, lipstick a bright cocksucker red.
Penny wiggles in her seat again, a hot little knot of desire in her gut. The little lace thong she's wearing holds her tight, stopping the rings pulling too much but she has been able to feel them all day and by now she's aching to be unlaced and used, desperate to feel his weight press down on her, his cock inside her.
"Doctor Cooper, we have a video message for you. It was left with the Nobel Foundation with instruction to keep it and only play it on this day."
The Screen goes black, then the view point slowly swoops down onto a shining galaxy studded with thousands of stars. Over one side of the screen, a wire frame diagram like a funnel appears, the depiction of a black hole distorting space-time. One the other appears a rather goofy looking picture of Sheldon in his early years at Caltech, a young idealistic man in a bright green Green Lantern t-shirt, with a long sleeved blue t-shirt under it.
A harsh synthesised voice rasps "If the rate of expansion one second after the Big Bang had been smaller by even one part in a hundred thousand million million, it would have recollapsed before it reached its present size.
On the other hand, if it had been greater by a part in a million, the universe would have expanded too rapidly for stars and planets to form.
SO, THAT BEGS THE QUESTION, WHAT DO DOCTOR SHELDON COOPER AND A BLACK HOLE HAVE IN COMMON?
SIMPLE...
THEY BOTH SUCK!"
The screen blinks to show a tiny twisted man in an ill fitting suit, cradled in a motorised chair. His limbs are twisted and his jaw juts sideways, but his eyes move, and they are alive with mischief.
Sheldon stands rigid, astonished "Dr Stephen Hawking?"
On the screen Dr Hawking shakes a little, a tremor then he rolls his eyes and his face twists in a lopsided grin.
Sheldon cranes forward, astonished. He's laughing?!
The synthesised voice he knews so well is harsh in the speakers;
"HELLO SHELDON MY OLD FRIEND. "
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?"
" HA HA HA HA HA "
"I KNEW YOU'D MAKE IT IN THE END"
There are tears in Sheldon eyes as he smiles "I still have that T-Shirt." He moves his tie and unbuttons his shirt to show the green of the Green Lantern shirt. "I wear it for luck, an outmoded and unscientific concept, but it seems to work"
He gestures to the front row of the audience "I wore it when I asked My Wife to marry me. It worked, as she said yes" Penny laughs and blushes a little
Looking forward to tonight, she planned to return the favour of last night and fuck him senseless. Something about hotel rooms and luxury sheets made things feel special.
They'd been talking about achievements and life goals in the weeks before, lying in bed in the small hours of the morning as the sweat dried. Now Sheldon had his Nobel Prize they were going to focus on Penny's star on the walk of fame and planning on starting a family. She'd had her contraceptive implant taken out a month ago.
Sheldon already had several names picked out, but she had to point out that Nicolas Cage already called his son Kal-el and Penn Gillette's daughter was Crimefighter.
Finally they decided on Constance if it was a girl, for his Meemar and Lee if it was a boy, as that was Sheldon's middle name. For a middle name for both they almost went for Danger, but eventually settled on Hawking, for Professor Stephen Hawking.
Tonight was a good time according to Sheldon who was watching her ovulation cycles. She took it as a good omen, right here on Nobel Prize night, So she was limiting herself to only one glass of wine tonight.
Who knows what the future will hold?
