Technical Difficulties

Devilish Vixens and Greed Eyed Monsters

A/N: Shenny ahead! :D By the way, for slightly younger readers, be warned. There are references to sexual situations. Tell me what you think of Leonard, he's a little hard to write. He may be OOC so please tell me where I went wrong. Two updates in one day! Woop!

"Hey, Sheldon." Penny locked the door and turned to see Sheldon sitting on her sofa holding a pair of...oh no. He had a pair of bongos. Penny remembered well the last instance Sheldon had access to bongos.

"When was your last haircut sweetie?" she asked innocently.

"Five weeks ago. I'm due for another in a week." Penny let out a small sigh of relief.

"Don't fret, Penny, the bad boy attitude vanished along with that haircut you gave me."

Penny rolled her eyes. "D'you want a drink?"

"Cocoa. With seven little marshmallows," Sheldon said. Penny's eyes widened, but she didn't ask, as a long winded explanation was NOT what she needed. What she needed was a nice long hot bath.

"There you go, sweetie."

"Thank you Penny," he said, patting the bongos with each word. "Why did you need my apartment key?"

"It doesn't matter," Penny said hurriedly. "Now, I'm gonna run myself a hot bath and then massage my feet."

Penny carefully lowered herself into the bath, hissing as the scalding water hit her body. She laid back in the bath, resting her head against the back. On second thought, she sat up and pulled the shower curtain across. Having another person - a man, at that, and Sheldon, at another - in the apartment had made her feel a little self-conscious, though the door was securely locked.

She scrubbed herself clean, washed her hair, then shaved her legs, reminding herself to get them waxed next time. Penny climbed out carefully - despite the addition of 'whimsical adhesive ducks', she was always cautious in the tub.

Sheldon was sitting at the table, typing on his laptop, the bongos nowhere to be seen. Penny grinned wickedly. Securing her towel, she bent over to whisper seductively in his ear. "Hey, Sheldon."

He gave a shriek (actually it was more of a squawk) and jumped in his chair. "Good Lord, Penny!"

"Whatever happened to Vulcan hearing?" Penny tugged on one of his ears.

"It was lulled into a false sense of security by a devilish Nebraskan vixen!"

"Vixen, huh?"

Sheldon turned around. "Have thee no modesty, woman?" he said, turning his eyes away. Penny noticed that she'd woken up 'little Sheldon'.

Asexual, my ass.

"Sheldon?" Penny asked, in her asking-for-something-she-most-likely-wouldn't-get- voice.

"Yes, Penny?" Sheldon said. He was still pointedly looking anywhere but at directly at her.

"Will you massage my back?" Penny stuck her bottom lip out and pouted at him. "Please?"

She knew, from Amy, that Sheldon gave a good massage. She'd been insanely jealous until Amy relayed that she'd taught Sheldon how. She wondered if Sheldon actually would, what with his aversion to physical contact.

"The physical appearance of the please does not influence my decision, but yes. Amy taught me where to massage to get a good reaction."

Oh God, the innuendos. Penny fidgeted slightly, suddenly extremely aware she was wearing nothing but a towel.

Penny changed into black leggings and a backless blue thing that could hardly be called a top. The only thing stopping it from being a bib was the tiny strip of elastic at the bottom that hugged it to her without being borderline inappropriate. The neckline was just a band around her neck that tied at the back.

She smirked, watching Sheldon's Adam's apple bob up and down his throat.

Stop it Penny, she told herself. He has a girlfriend.

When has that stopped you before?

This is Amy's boyfriend. My...bestie's boyfriend.

So?

"Just shut up, okay?!" Penny burst out. Sheldon looked curious. "Sorry, sweetie. Just talking to myself there."

"So where should I sit?"

"I will sit here - " Sheldon indicated a spot on the floor " - and you will sit in front of me." He sat down on the floor with his legs out in front of him, half bent. Penny sat down and shuffled backwards. "Stop. There's fine. Do you have any oil you want to use?"

"Erm, no."

"So I'll begin."

Leonard raised his hand to knock on Penny's door, wondering how she was doing. Living with Sheldon wasn't all rainbows and unicorns, no - Leonard knew that for a fact. He became lost in thought for a moment, but shook his head and raised his hand again.

Before he could knock, however, he heard a deep, guttural moan.

He winced, blood rising to his cheeks, and turned away quickly, but curiosity got the better of him and he put his ear to the door.

"Oh my God, Sheldon, right there."

"That good?" Sheldon asked.

"Yes," Penny said, dragging the single syllable. "Oh, my God."

Leonard cringed, feeling hugely mixed emotions crashing in his brain. Anger, jealousy, shock, a hint of betrayal. Then Leonard thought of something, or someone, and pulled out his phone as he walked back into 4A.

Amy heard her phone ring from the bedroom. It was a recording of Sheldon saying "Bazinga!" and with the settings her phone was on, it repeated over and over again. It unnerved Sheldon, but Amy loved it.

"Hello, Leonard."

"Hi. Um. I need to come talk to you."

"I'm at home."

"I'm outside."

Amy walked through her apartment and opened the door, hanging up as she did so. "Hello, Leonard. Please come in."

Leonard came in, wringing his hands as he sat down. "Amy," he began. "I don't know how to tell you this, but - "

"Tea, Leonard?"

"No thanks. Sheldon is - "

"Pepsi?"

"Yes, please! Sheldon and - "

"Diet or regular?"

"Penny and Sheldon slept together!" Leonard yelled exasperatedly.

Amy dropped the glass she was holding. It fell to the floor, slowly and deliberately, and smashed, sending chards in every direction. Leonard recoiled a little, scooting to the opposite side of the couch. "Amy?" he said tentatively. He tried to interpret her facial expression, but it was blank as a sheet of paper, and almost as white.

Then, in one fluid movement, the blood rushed back into her face and she moved quickly across the room, grabbing her keys, pocketing her phone and dragging Leonard along with her.

"Come on, Leonard," Amy said, pain evident in her voice, though she made an effort to remain normal as she locked the door.

"Where - where are we going?"

"I'm going to bite the bullet and face this head on, and you're coming with me."

"I am?"

"You are."

A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger! What do you think will happen next? Leave a review! P.S. Should I do more Leonard and Amy POV's? Just wondering what you thought of my characterization :)