Sorry it's been a while since the last chapter...my computer was stolen! Thanks again for all the follows and reviews! I promise, there's good stuff coming up for Shenny fans! The next few chapters are going to get ca-razy, but before that, let's see who's sleeping in Penny's bed...
Amy's hands slithered over Penny's body like a drunken octopus, her tentacle-like arms blindly reaching for anything that was soft, warm, and tactile. She snorted in Penny's ear, and saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, her breath heavy with alcohol and digestive juices. She's probably having a lesbian sex dream about me right now, Penny thought as she tried to turn away from her sleeping friend's groping and pinching. She'd cleaned up after Sheldon's stupid remarks caused her to lose the swirling mass of berries and wine sloshing around in her gut, and by the time she got to her room, Amy was stripped to her underwear, face-down and spread-eagled on her bed, snoring like a 300-pound truck driver. She tried as best she could to gently move the small but awkward girl to one side of the full-size bed, but now stared at the digital numbers on her clock that read 2:23.
Wide-awake and uncomfortable, Penny tried to take her mind of her bed partner by thinking pleasant thoughts of happier times, but only kept coming back to Sheldon, his derision, his arrogance, and his complete lack of understanding of her feelings. But she also thought about how great it felt to have him underneath her body, how his legs felt kicking against her ass, how his supple arms felt in her hands.
And when her lips tasted his sweaty, panicked, beautiful face, she knew she was boldly going where no girl had gone before. But there was something even more surprising than that: She realized that she liked the taste of Sheldon. She hated to admit it, but what was supposed to be a playful game of Tackle the Nerd and Make Him Cry Like a Girl had turned into something much more than she had expected. It may have freaked Sheldon out, even violated him emotionally, but it did something much more troublesome to Penny.
It had sparked something that indeed had been smoldering for years, and even now, just thinking about it to herself, made her heartbeat quicken, her body temperature change, and her throat to swallow.
I WANT TO KISS HIS LIPS NEXT TIME…HARD…AND LONG…
Sheldon had completed all of his nighttime rituals and procedures and was now lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had gotten to bed later than he preferred, having lost himself in his SimCity game, something that he rarely allowed himself to do. But the thoughts that he had lost himself in then were still swirling in his mind now.
Why did she have to make the decisive match an eating contest? She had to have known that I am very careful about eating anything, and immersing my face in a pan of sticky syrup and half-baked pastry was a guaranteed win for her. Couldn't she have at least allowed me the humane use of a utensil? But no, she had to drag us all back millions of years in evolutionary development and eat with our faces like animals. Such a disgusting display! That girl is certainly no lady! She's got the manners of a Neanderthal truck driver, that one…
And why did she have to violate my personal space? She knows that I trust her, that I expect her to respect my privacy, my body, my feelings. And yet she tackled me like one of the helpless swine on her farm. Salivating on me like a rabid beast. Laughing at my discomfort. It was so rude, so infuriating, so…fascinating.
Why didn't it bother me more? Why didn't I retire right then, cite her for contempt of my person, and withdraw from the evening's events? Why did I continue to engage her obviously over-competitive and bloodthirsty need to humiliate me in front of my friends and colleagues? Was it pride? Anger? Fear? Madness?
There is no logical explanation for why the events of the night transpired as they did. But why should I be surprised? Anything involving that Blonde Beast of a Woman is fraught with chaos, mayhem, and foolishness! Logic and civility mean nothing to her! She is a reckless, deadly, thrilling Force of Nature!
I cannot stop thinking about what she did tonight! Because it was so unexpected. So shocking. So…exciting.
She has so heavy…I never expected all that weight on top of me. And so STRONG…Dear Lord, her hands were like vice clamps on my arms! They're still tender and probably bruised from them! And her face…I've never seen her face like that before. She wanted to devour me. And yet, those eyes were smiling, too. She didn't just want me. She desired me. She liked the way I felt, smelled, looked. If we had been alone in that room, I believe it would have gone much differently, much slower, much more excruciatingly. For all I know, we could still be on that carpet…
Get a hold of yourself, Sheldon! You cannot even entertain the possibility… It would violate all of the laws of nature that you've established over the years to order your universe, it would shatter the equilibrium you've worked so hard to achieve, and it most certainly would alter the trajectory that you have maintained for your career, which will reach its apex not many years from now as the Nobel Committee awards you the Prize in Physics! Be strong, be wise, and most of all, get your rest! You need all the REM sleep you can get if you have any hope of being useful tomorrow!
Though he didn't feel the least bit tired, he closed his eyes, laid his hands at this sides and began breathing in a regular, deep rhythym, trying his hardest to forget what it felt like to have the very Forces of Nature on top of him…