Chapter 9: The Pool
"In the future, swimming isn't going to be optional." - Sheldon
Carly peeked her head out at Sheldon from the doorway of the bathroom. She bit her lip, finding him sitting on his bed with his back up against the headboard, reading a comic book.
Her stomach flopped. There was no way of getting out of this. She hadn't thought about it before, but she would need a shirt to go over her bikini. There was no way she would parade down to the pool dressed this way.
In truth, she had never even worn a bikini. Penny had influenced her and with giddy inspiration, she had bought it. Now actually wearing it, she felt extremely self-conscious.
"Um, Sheldon?"
He looked up at her, blinking at her in confusion by the way she was looking out at him from behind the doorway, shielding her body.
"C-Could you grab that black shirt over on my bed?" She asked, trying to remain calm.
He glanced over at her bed, seeing the shirt, and sat his comic book down. "Oh, of course." He stood and grabbed the shirt before heading over to her. She snatched it from him as soon as he handed it over, taking him off guard. "Carly, what's wrong?"
She blushed darkly and averted her eyes. Of course, he had to ask. "I just need something to wear over my bikini."
Understanding crossed his features and he was about to walk away, as she no longer needed him, but then he froze, it dawning on him what she had said. "B-Bikini? You're wearing a bikini?"
Carly couldn't have been any redder with that question. "Y-Yes. Against my better judgment," she admitted.
Sheldon gaped at her. "You're going to wear that downstairs? With everyone?"
Carly blinked, not understanding where he was going with his questions. "Um, yes?"
Sheldon seemed to panic. "But why? You'll be practically naked!"
Oh, that was what he was referring to. Carly smiled gently at him. "Sheldon, everyone is going to be wearing a bathing suit at the pool. Penny and Bernadette will be wearing bikinis too."
Sheldon blinked rapidly, unable to understand just what she was thinking. "A bikini? What are you some harlot? You're not a supermodel on top of a car, Carly- you're a librarian."
Carly was offended now and she narrowed her eyes but kept herself from saying anything that she would regret. "Thanks for pointing that out," she wisecracked. "Look, Sheldon when I moved here I decided to try new things- this is one of them. It's not a big deal."
None of what she was saying reassured him but he snapped his mouth shut. "What if someone hits on you?"
Carly frowned. "I highly doubt that will happen. Besides, even if it did I would shoot them down. I already have the best boyfriend in the world."
She was trying, trying to get him to be okay with it. He looked away, extremely uneasy with the situation all over again. "Don't try to flatter me, young lady."
Carly rolled her eyes, realizing it was going no where with him, "Okay I gotta get dressed." She shut the door on him before he could reply and quickly slid the Batman shirt on over her pink bikini. It was the only long shirt she had brought that would cover everything.
She opened the door back up after gathering her Uhura costume and underwear in her arms, finding Sheldon still standing by the door where she had left him.
He glanced down at her bare legs and gulped. Good lord, he thought. His heart thumped in his chest and his breathing got weird. Was he having a panic attack? He took a step back, letting her move past him, and watched her put what was in her hands away.
Perhaps it was a good thing she was leaving. If she was going to dress like that then he didn't think he would be able to deal with it. Although the idea of anyone else seeing her like that made him angry.
He didn't know what to do.
"I won't be gone for very long," she told him, sliding on some flip flops from her bag and walking through the room towards the door.
Oh no, was she leaving already?
She paused in front of him and he stared, wondering what she was thinking about because she looked hesitant. But then it disappeared from her face, baffling him, and she smiled.
"Don't have too much fun without me," she teased and he frowned, not understanding the joke, and then she left.
And he let her.
Down at the pool, everyone was already splashing and having fun. Carly saw them huddled around each other in a corner by the furthest wall.
When she approached them, Penny grinned brightly, looking like a supermodel in her red bikini. Leonard was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.
"Hey guys," Carly said with a small wave. Bernadette, in her purple bikini, looked behind her and gave her a pitiful look.
"Sheldon isn't coming?" She asked anyway.
Carly sighed and slid her flip flops off before she sat down next to Penny. "No, he compared the pool to toilet water," she told them, putting her feet in the cool water.
None of them looked surprised. Penny patted her shoulder. "Some things never change."
Carly gave her a wry smile. "It's all right. He has already gone out of his comfort zone for me in so many other ways- I don't want to pressure him."
Howard and Raj were tossing a beach ball back and forth in the water and she watched them, as Bernadette floated on her back peacefully near them. Leonard sat on the other side of Penny, a shirt on and looking as if he would rather not get wet.
"Sheldon's always been like that though," Leonard told Carly, deep thought on his face.
She looked over at him. "I figured."
"Yeah but I mean look- you kissed him and he didn't run away! I mean that's gotta count for something," Penny said, her hands stretched above her with a lazy smile. She dropped her hands, giving Carly a wink. "I'd give it another month- he'll be all over you."
Carly rolled her eyes, highly doubting that. Not Sheldon.
"Hey wanna play chicken?" Howard asked from the pool, looking at them hopefully.
"Sure, if you can hold us up," Penny laughed and Bernadette dropped her float to stand in the shallower end of the pool.
"No offense, Howie but I think you'd do better on my shoulders."
Howard pouted, probably miffed that his fiancée was right.
Leonard snickered. "Hey, that's an idea. Howard, you get on Bernadette's shoulders. I'll get on Penny's and... well Carly I think you'll have to be on Raj's. I don't think you'll be able to hold him up."
Raj glared at him, not appreciating the jab at his weight but said nothing. Carly blushed and shook her head. "Oh don't mind me, I'll be fine. You guys go ahead. I'll cheer the winner on."
Penny gave her a once over. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel left out."
Carly waved her off. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I'm just glad to be here."
Penny gave her a quick smile and both she and Leonard jumped into the pool, joining Bernadette and Howard who were already trying to get into position.
It was hilarious, to say the least. The girls were having a hard time keeping the guys up, but they did their best to play at least a couple of rounds - with of course some bickering.
Raj leaned against the pool wall, next to Carly and she glanced down at him while the others played and splashed each other.
"How are you, Raj?" She asked him and he jumped, not expecting her to talk to him and he looked up at her quickly before averting his gaze nervously.
Then, reluctantly he put his thumb up to tell her that he was good.
She smiled. He was trying. "Good," she told him, to which he glanced again at her and slowly let a smile appear on his face.
She wished he was more comfortable, poor guy.
"Hey, good looking. What're you doing down here with these nerds?"
A gruff, unfamiliar voice spoke from behind her that made Raj and her both jump.
Carly looked up at a man, probably in his late thirties who was currently leering down at her. She felt a shudder run up her spine. He was a creep.
"No thank you," she snapped, turning her head away and refusing to give him any more attention.
"No, thank you? Such a polite little thing. Say... wanna grab a drink at the bar across the street?"
A creep and stupid.
"I said no thank you," she bit off, staring firmly ahead. Raj glanced between them uncomfortably.
"Oh come on, sweetheart. It's just a drink-"
"The lady said no!"
Carly started and spun herself around to see none other than Sheldon in his Spock uniform- minus the ears and eyebrows, standing behind the creepy guy with a look that registered both terror and anger at once. He was visibly shaking.
He had spoken so loud that it had gained the others' attention and they headed for them, needing to know what was going on.
Carly struggled to her feet and the guy turned to look at Sheldon, taking in his appearance for a couple of beats, and then laughed.
Full-on laughed.
Sheldon colored and looked away from everyone uncomfortably.
"What did you say, ya little pansy?" The man asked, standing up taller to appear intimidating. Sheldon winced at his words but tried not to notice any more as he glanced at Carly, worry in his eyes.
"Hey, you creep get lost before we call the hotel security," Penny appeared at Carly's side, obviously getting ready to make sure nothing happened to any of her friends.
The man turned back around, facing them as Penny spoke. He lewdly looked down her body and Carly crossed her arms over hers, wishing the guy would just get the hint and leave.
"My my, you nerds sure have some beautiful ladies. Come on, what's your secret- I'd love to know."
"For one, self-respect," Leonard muttered under his breath from behind Penny.
"Don't make me warn you twice," Penny threatened, taking a step towards him. "I know where to grab and I won't be nice about it."
The guy narrowed his eyes at Penny but seemed to realize he wasn't going to get anywhere. He threw his hands up in defense. "Geez, can't a guy get a hookup around here," he muttered but thankfully walked away, leaving the pool room altogether.
They all sighed in relief. Penny turned to Carly. "Are you okay? He didn't touch you, did he?"
Carly shook her head, feeling a bit rattled by it all. "No, of course not. Thank you."
Penny smiled at her, squeezing her shoulder but remembering that Sheldon had come down. "Hey, glad you could make it."
Sheldon's hands were fists at his sides and he was still angry at what had happened. Carly noticed and she approached him, her hand going to one of his fists to try to comfort him.
"Hey... I thought you weren't coming down?" She asked him in a light voice, looking up at him with a small smile. She was glad he had, even if it was poor timing.
Sheldon stared down at her, visibly shaking in front of her. "If- If he had touched you or-" he cut himself off, looking away from her to stare at the wall beside them.
Carly frowned, realizing he was beating himself up about not being able to defend her properly. "Hey, Sheldon. It's fine. Nothing happened. Don't worry about it."
Sheldon snapped his head back to face her, his eyes were bright with fear. "I'm getting you pepper spray. You have to promise to carry it with you everywhere, do you understand?"
Carly blinked, mystified by the fierce demand that was so unlike him. "N-No it's okay. I have some that I carry with me in my purse."
Sheldon shook his head, his eyes growing wild with worry. "It's not good enough! I'll just have to be by your side no matter what. But wait, what about our jobs? What about a rape whistle?"
Carly suddenly realized he was having a panic attack of sorts and she jumped to action, needing to calm him down. She steered him over to the white plastic chaise's and made him sit down.
She sat across from him on another one. "Sheldon, listen to me. Everything is fine. Nothing happened and nothing will happen. I promise."
He looked at her with eyes that were sorrowful, scared, and almost like they were going to tear up. "But how do you know?"
Carly stifled her own emotions at how he was caring for her. Perhaps he liked her way more than he let on. He seemed attached to her, if not just as much as she was to him.
"You have to trust me. I won't ever put myself in a dangerous situation okay? I'll always be careful."
Sheldon searched her eyes, looking for comfort and then after a moment, he nodded and let out a long breath of air that he seemed to have been holding. "I originally came down because I was missing you but then I saw that guy and how he was talking to you and I couldn't -"
"I know, Sheldon," she told him softly, running her fingers over his knuckles to try and reassure him. "I missed you too, by the way. I'm glad you came down."
Sheldon shuddered under her touch and couldn't take his eyes off of her. Then, he realized something. "You still have your shirt on. Are you not going to swim?"
Carly glanced over at the pool, seeing their friends playing again and trying to give them some time alone together. She smiled and shrugged before looking back at him. "Probably not. It's nice to just hang out with everyone though."
Sheldon frowned. "But I thought you wanted to swim."
Carly grinned, wondering what he would do if she took her shirt off to reveal her bikini. He'd probably pass out. "Well it's a possibility... but I was content with just sticking my feet in the water." She gave him a suspicious look. "Why? Did you want me to swim?"
Sheldon looked away, licking his lips absently with his ears turning red. She didn't notice the latter. "Isn't that what wearing a bathing suit signifies? That you're going to swim?"
Carly eyed him, unsure how to process what he was saying. "What if I just wanted to sit here with you the rest of the time?"
Sheldon looked back at her, looking uneasy. "But that's not what you want. You wanted to hang out with them," he told her and then added quickly, "plus you already contaminated your feet, you might as well jump the rest of the way in."
Carly rolled her eyes with a sheepish smile, making him confused. She released his hand and stood. "You're right. I did. Join us when you're ready," she told him, winking down at him before boldly taking the Batman shirt off and dropping it down onto the chair she had been sitting in.
The warm, humid air from the pool room grazed her bare skin and she tried hard not to let herself think too hard about being practically naked in front of him. A bikini left little to the imagination, even a simple one.
She heard a breath of "oh good Lord," but ignored it as her heart pounded loud in her ears.
She avoided Sheldon's eyes, scared of his face, and walked over to the pool and climbed in. She swam over to the others who were playing some sort of game with the beach ball and gave them a friendly grin. "Hey! Can I join?"
Meanwhile, Sheldon was staring with his mouth gaped open at where his girlfriend had descended into the pool, wearing a small and thin pink bikini. He hadn't been able to see anything else but the way her derrière had taunted him as she walked, how her breasts had been near his face when she had pulled the shirt off, and how her legs and stomach were bare for everyone including him to see.
He gulped, his body warming at the sight and sending weird signals to his brain, then lower. He looked down at his lap in horror. Oh god, how mortifying.
But good lord how she had looked so extraordinary. He remembered those legs. How they had straddled him on his bed before she had forced her kiss on him. Oh, her kiss.
He couldn't admit it to anyone, even to himself, but he wanted to feel it again. The way it made him feel. The way she made him feel as she pressed her body up along his and sensually kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
He cleared his throat, trying to stop his thoughts because they were wrong. So very wrong.
He was Sheldon Cooper. He didn't have these sorts of urges. He never had and he shouldn't have ever had them. What was the matter with him? How had he allowed a simple female to affect him so?
But she wasn't simple, was she?
No, she wasn't. She had become special to him. The way she looked at him, listened to him, liked him- it was everything to him. She always cared about him, no matter what he said or did. It amazed him.
Sheldon watched his friends play in the water and he couldn't help but remember that he found it disgusting. The reminder made his body stop responding and he wondered if he should just go back up to the hotel room and wait for her there.
Then, the thought of that man confirming his fears of Carly being without him in such a revealing attire crossed his mind. The worst-case scenarios played in his head and he tried to keep himself from freaking out again.
Sheldon couldn't bear it if something happened to her and he wasn't there to stop it. If he could stop it. He had taken one look at the guy and knew he wouldn't be able to take him. He was just like all those other bullies that had taken their frustration out on him in school and the like.
Sheldon felt useless. He was a coward. He was too afraid of swimming in the pool water and he was too afraid to defend his girlfriend.
She deserved better.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there and watched but soon, they were all climbing out of the water and grabbing towels from a cart to dry off.
Sheldon immediately focused on Carly as she toweled herself off, his eyes watching as it slid over her legs and arms, flirting with his mind. His mouth went dry.
Oh no, not again, he scowled at himself. To his dismay, she glanced over at him and then waved goodbye to the others before grabbing her flip flops in one hand and heading over to him.
Her hair was sopping wet and she had a joyful smile on her face when she got to him. "You're still here." She sounded pleased. Now near enough, he tried not to notice the way the droplets of water slid down from her hair, into her cleavage to disappear on her breasts.
"Of course I'm still here. I was waiting for you," he told her as if she should have known. His voice was a tad too high, he noticed. He cleared his throat and looked away from her. "Can we go now?"
Carly laughed lightly at his side and wrapped the towel around her body, much to his relief. "Yeah we can go, I told them we would be heading up to our room," she explained and grabbed her shirt off the chair. She slid her flip flops on and they headed out of the pool room, Sheldon a little too enthusiastic to exit.
Once inside their room, Carly headed for her suitcase to grab some dry clothing for bed. Sheldon attempted to not look at her again, the image of her wearing that bikini too much for him to handle, and he collected his belongings to stack neatly on the end table next to his bed.
She closed herself up in the bathroom and he heard the shower turn on, to which he smiled at. She had remembered.
He took the time to dress into his Saturday pajamas, suddenly feeling tired from the activities of the day. He sat down on his bed, turning the television on to see if anything good was playing.
As he found a physics documentary, he heard the bathroom door open. He glanced over and saw she was now wearing a small mint green tank top and gray sweatpants. Her long hair was wet, but brushed neatly and laying on one side of her head.
She looked more like her normal self, he thought in relief. Thank goodness.
"What're you watching?" She asked curiously, putting her dirty clothes in a bag near her suitcase. She glanced at the tv as she slid onto her bed, pulling her legs up to her chest.
"Just a documentary where Scientists re-create conditions from the big-bang theory to investigate the origin of all matter and unravel the mysteries of the universe. Nothing I haven't seen before-" Sheldon cut off when he saw that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. She wasn't overly endowed and so at first glance, it wasn't easy to realize, but from the side, he could clearly see one of her nipples, hard and protruding against the thin fabric of her shirt.
Spluttering, he tried to look away and focus on the tv.
Carly glanced over at him, hearing his moment of weakness. "Are you okay?" She was worried.
Sheldon stared hard at the tv, willing himself to not look at her. He couldn't. It was too much. "Y-Yes."
Carly frowned at his nervous stutter, not believing him. "It doesn't sound like you are. What's wrong?"
Sheldon sighed dramatically, groaning. "You're not wearing a brassiere. Are you trying to kill me?" The words came out before he could think them through and he froze, realizing he had given himself away.
Carly blinked owlishly and then looked down at herself, realizing her nipples were hard from the cool air of the hotel room after her warm shower. Horrified that he had noticed, she pulled her knees up over them and tried to breathe through her dark blush. "S-Sorry... I don't sleep in a bra," she tried to explain.
Sheldon breathed hard through his nose, closing his eyes briefly as his body was once again choosing to react to her body. It seemed like it had a mind of its own around her. He had no control and he hated it.
Carly chanced another glance at him and he looked to be struggling with something. Had it been that bad that he saw her like that? She wondered if he had been the same when he had seen her in the bikini? She had been too scared to see his reaction so she had no clue.
Was it a good thing or a bad thing?
She supposed she would have to test the waters and find out.
"Sheldon?" She asked meekly, trying to get as bold as she had been at the pool in front of him. That girl seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Yes?" His answer was short as if he was holding his breath.
She bit her lip and slowly slid her legs down in front of her. Her heart began to race at what she was about to do. There was only one way to find out just what he was thinking. She knew that asking him would be useless, he would come up with a million excuses.
"Can I come over?"
She watched him tense up and his eyes that had been staring intently at the tv screen darted over to her in obvious panic. She held her breath.
"Why?" He asked, his voice high and anxious, but clearly curious.
She smiled then, suspecting he was affected in a good way. She stood then, feeling a little better about the situation. She didn't want to push him again. She still felt guilty about the last time, but she wanted him. She needed to feel close to him again. She wanted to touch him and feel him touch her.
At her movement, he snapped his gaze to her and she paused, taking in his wild look. She didn't recognize the emotion in his eyes and it took her off guard. "I want to be close to you," she told him, trying to reassure him that she wanted it to. That it was okay to feel those things. "I won't do anything you don't want to do."
Sheldon's mouth opened, then closed- unable to form a sentence. She tried to convey her promise to him through her face, and after a long moment of searching for something, he reluctantly nodded.
"All right."
Carly hadn't thought she'd get that far, half of her expecting him to reject her on the spot, but she was relieved. This was another good sign.
Sheldon scooted over on his bed and she sat down next to him. There was about a foot between them now and she slid herself up and pulled her legs next to her, before looking up at him from under her lashes. "C-Can we hold hands?"
Sheldon looked relieved at the question and she wondered if he had been expecting her to do something else. She bit her lip and was surprised when he gently took her hand in his. He leaned back against the headboard of his bed and she did the same, relaxing next to him as best as she could.
There was an intense tension between them.
Sheldon's fingers twitched around hers and she looked down at them. His hand was so much larger than hers, his fingers longer. It practically engulfed her smaller one. She glanced up at his face and saw him concentrating on the documentary, his jaw tight and his breathing causing heavy falls of his chest.
Carly stared down at their hands again, wondering how far she could get before he had her stop. Hesitantly, gently she began caressing his hand with her fingers. He tensed and she paused for a second, debating her next move that would be enough to not have him running out of the hotel room.
She moved her fingers again, sliding them over his palm as he relaxed his hold on her hand, welcoming the touch. She smiled and slid her fingers up to his wrist, cautiously, slowly, and was pleased by the sound of his heavy breath intake.
She moved her fingertips tightly across his wrist and down to his palm, then back up again - over and over. He fidgeted next to her and she tried to stifle her breathing as her heart raced from the feeling of doing this to him. Of getting this reaction out of him with just the touch of her fingers.
She marveled at how he had never been touched before. That she was the first to ever do such a thing. It made her body warm and tingle in places at the thought.
Gently, she wandered her ever-moving fingertips up his forearm and received another harsh breath. Her fingers slid down to his wrist and then back up, pausing to dip into the crease at the inside of his elbow.
That seemed to break him and he grabbed her hand, holding it tight in his grip, startling her. She snapped her eyes up to his and gasped at the sight. His eyes were dark, wild, and unfamiliar.
"Carly." He said her name in a low, raspy voice. He was losing control, she realized. Her heart leaped to her throat, her breath quickening. What was he going to do?
Then he told her with the upmost serious look on his face, his eyes fierce. "I'm going to kiss you."
She had a brief moment of surprise at his words before he released her hand and grabbed her up with both arms, crushing her to him. His mouth covered hers in reckless abandon and her eyes flew open in shock - was this real?- before fluttering closed, melting into it. One of his hands lifted to her damp hair, holding her head to him while the other wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed there.
Once over her shock, she clutched his shoulders, letting herself be kissed and kissing back with just as much fervor. His mouth pulled and pressed against her mouth, covering it entirely and she felt her head spin from it.
She realized that it hadn't been the liquor that had made her imagine what his kisses felt like, it had all been true.
She tilted her head, kissing him passionately and needing more of him from every angle possible. She opened her mouth, taking his mouth into hers and pulling, needing, and asking him to do the same.
His breath huffed out over her face from his nose and his grip on her hair tightened as he opened his mouth, letting her swipe her tongue inside and taste him. He let out a small groan into her mouth, sending little sparks of pleasure down her body at the sound. Oh, this was hot. She was actually French kissing Sheldon Cooper.
His hand on her waist slid over her back, up and down, unable to stop touching her. She pressed herself closer to him, her breast's pressing against his chest. But she was in an awkward position, and her back was beginning to protest.
With some effort to keep herself kissing him excitedly and anxiously, she maneuvered her leg over the top of him and straddled him. He sucked in a breath when she did this, her innermost core covering his with such an intimate position. She slid her hands upwards around his neck, holding his face to hers as she swirled her tongue with his, needing more and more of him. Oh, Sheldon.
His hand held her neck now, her hair wild and tangled through his fingers, his other hand dropping to her hip bone, running his fingers over the strip of skin that was exposed between the shirt and the pants she wore that had gone upwards at their movements. Electrifying tingles were left in his fingers' wake, warming her, making her crazy.
When they parted, it was only for a brief second before they were at each other's mouths again, feeling one another and learning. Carly had never felt something so fiery in her life. Her whole body felt burnt- burned for him. Needing him.
Instinctively, she rocked her hips into his, feeling how his body was reacting between her legs, and earning a surprised gasp from him. It had been an absentminded mistake on her part.
That was when he broke the kiss for good.
Pulling apart, they looked at each other with heavy gazes, want, and desire to engulf them. Sheldon shuddered underneath her, his want for her pressing up into her thigh and sending mixed messages into her brain.
Carly trembled the emotions that had overtaken them suddenly coming to light between them. She had been right. He was affected by it all.
But was he going to run now? The passionate high lowered into nerves.
Sheldon stared at her silently in awe, his breaths mingling with hers in heavy pants, his hands still on her neck and hip. She slid her hands to his shoulders, gazing back at him, unable to believe what had just happened between them.
"W-We should stop," he told her, his voice cracking. He licked his lips anxiously. "This is getting out of hand."
Carly pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, knowing he was right. If they continued, who knew what would happen next. She knew he wasn't ready.
She nodded in agreement but neither moved. Carly didn't want to move.
Sheldon's eyes lowered to her mouth and a flash of what he had been feeling prior ran through them. His hand from her neck slid upwards to her jaw, his thumb gently swiping her lip from her teeth.
She stared back at him, her mouth parting from the action and she knew she didn't want to stop. She wanted to kiss him again. Now that she knew just what she was missing, how could she want to end it?
This time, she leaned in and she was relieved when he allowed her to press her lips against his softly, tenderly this time and he returned the kiss, holding her to him and close as possible.
When she pulled back she saw his eyes shut, his breathing shallow. "This is too much," he mumbled and when his eyes lifted to hers, she saw the struggle within them.
She felt her heart ache at the sight. She took his face into her hands and looked at him sincerely. "Sheldon, it's okay. We can stop."
Sheldon peered at her for a couple of beats and then leaned forwards, kissing her one last time before he dropped his hands. She felt her heart in her throat as she got off of him, sitting next to him again.
"Just give me a minute," he said quickly, getting to his feet hastily and disappearing into the bathroom- the door slamming behind him.
Shocked, she watched the bathroom door. She still felt him: his hands, his mouth. She shivered but tried to calm herself.
With a shaky sigh, she looked away from the door. She wouldn't be able to continue to sit this close to him without wanting him again. The kisses, the touch, the fact that he had been turned on by her- had awakened a fire in her that she hadn't known was there.
She climbed off his bed and got into hers, pulling the blankets up to her waist. The door to the bathroom swung open then and she looked up, surprised to see him looking normal.
"We should get some sleep. It's been a long day," he told her curtly and walked over to the light switch and turned the lights off. His tone worried her. Was he upset?
She watched his shadowed form grab the remote and turn the tv off, the room turning dark.
She was too scared to know the answer. "Yes, that's a good idea," she said instead and laid down on her bed as she heard him rustle with his covers.
With her head reeling from what had happened, she lay on her side, watching Sheldon on his back under the covers while looking at the ceiling. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he regretting it?
"Goodnight Carly," he said, voice strange.
She took a deep, careful breath. "Goodnight Sheldon."
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