Penny was overwhelmed by what she was feeling. Here she was, on Valentine's Day, in a darkened room, on her bed, with her next-door neighbor Sheldon on top of her. She could not believe it. What specifically she could not believe was how good he was making her feel.
She had always been a relatively open person, not quick to judge, giving everyone a fair shot. In the past, it had backfired, with men like Kurt and Mike, being too trusting, too open. For some reason, this felt different. When she really thought about it (which was quite difficult at the moment), Sheldon was better than them - as a person, and in *other* ways too. She blushed when she thought about that. He was just about the best kisser she had ever kissed. She felt the effects of the red wine, the warmth of Sheldon on top of her. He moved to kiss her neck, slowly making his way down to her collarbone. She shivered. She was trying to figure out why Sheldon was so good at this.
This was very unlike him, he thought as he kissed Penny's collarbone, and felt her tremble slightly. He didn't have any experience in this area but from what he could deduce he was doing very well. His actions became less intellectual and more instinctual, and he was feeling himself get more and more stimulated by this encounter. He had always wondered, if anything, what traits he had inherited from his father. He thought his abilities as evidenced by this situation might be one trait. After all, he did have two other siblings plus himself. His confidence increased by this reasoning, he imagined what one Mr. Tony Stark might do, and began to undo the three buttons at the top of Penny's tank top.
Penny's body ached for this, for *gulp* Sheldon's touch. She desperately wanted him to touch her, all over. He looked up at her after he had unbuttoned her top. She stared into his eyes; there was no mistaking what was happening here. His eyes told her what he wanted, no doubt, unequivocally, her, in this moment. She was swept up by his gaze, and responded in kind. There were things that you thought about, reasoned with, mulled over; waited for. This was not one of them. They both knew what was about to happen. And with one bout of seemingly telepathic communication, the agreement was made. There was no turning back.
It's not like somewhere, both of them didn't feel the attraction between them before tonight. Through fighting with each other, they had formed an attraction like no other, where both of them felt a respect for the other despite their differences, and an attraction, however subconscious until tonight, because of them. She remembered when, however misguided, Sheldon had cleaned her apartment for her. When he had selflessly taught her Age of Conan, the look he gave her when she repeatedly shot him while playing Halo. How could she have missed it before? He remembered all of the times she had driven him around; to work, grocery shopping, the comic book store. How she had given him the Leonard Nimoy napkin. His skill at repressing emotion was better than even he had imagined. It was oh so pointless now.
Penny pushed Sheldon off of the bed so he was standing beside it, and she was sitting in front of him. She lifted off her shirt to reveal a white lace bra beneath. Sheldon, taking his cue from her, removed his shirt, while Penny quickly took off her pink track pants and kicked them aside. She then began to unbuckle Sheldon's belt, while he began kissing the back of her neck, just behind her right ear. Unexpectedly, Penny's alarm clock radio turned on, to station KIIS FM - she had set it for 11pm by accident, instead of 11 am for work tomorrow. The station was playing a special valentine's program, "and now back to Valentine's for Lovers"; the DJ announced before romantic music started to play. Both of them took this as a sign, that yes, they were meant to be together tonight.
Penny guided Sheldon, both of them now in their underwear, under the covers of her bed. Sheldon lay on the bottom now, and Penny started once again with a deep kiss on his lips, their tongues intertwining like they were desperately trying to reach within and grasp the essence of each other. She felt light headed, and then proceeded to kiss Sheldon on his earlobe, on his neck, his chest, and judging by the sounds that he was making, she was on the right track. She hoped that her experience in this area would help Sheldon have an experience that he would never forget. She felt his hands move up her thighs; the sensation made her shiver at how good it felt.
Sheldon moved his hands over her rear and curved them around her narrow waist; thinking to himself that it was remarkable that the curves of a woman such as Penny could drive him so *wild*. He didn't know what to call this feeling, really. What he did know was that he was enjoying himself in ways he hadn't realized were possible. He was finding it so difficult to concentrate, with her kissing his earlobe, then neck and chest. He admired her skill and expertise in this area. He was feeling more connected to Penny than ever before, like he had developed a physiological need for her, like the basic elements of life; food, water, air. He moved his hands further up her back, to the clasp of her bra; feeling it with his fingers to determine how he could remove it, and fast. Sheldon knew most bras had a simple hook and eye mechanism and this one felt no different; he had found a bra Penny had dropped on the floor the laundry room before and had examined it carefully before slipping it back into her laundry basket.
"I'll get that" Penny grinned, as she once again looked Sheldon in the eyes; and before she had a chance to move her hand back to undo it, she felt the clasp release.
Damn he was good, she thought. Penny smiled at him while she helped him slip the bra off and then she literally gasped when she felt Sheldon's hand grasp her breast, her entire body pulsated, its wanting having been fed this little bit of appetizer. She let out a small moan before pulling Sheldon onto his side, and going in for another deep kiss. This entire situation was just boggling her mind. It was different, exciting, stimulating, all in one. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused by the second. She pulled her leg around his and drew him closer to her; pulling him against her. She wanted him; she wanted Sheldon, in the most primitive, animalistic way. His hand continued to *somehow* expertly grasp her breast, stimulate her and drive her totally wild. She pulled her hand free of this melee and dragged it along Sheldon's torso to his stomach, dragging it just above the waistband of his briefs, waiting for his affirmative response to permit her to dive the rest of the way in.