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Penny closed the door to her apartment and leaned against it, looking around her place, seeing it as others must.
"God, this place is a pigsty." She frowned suddenly.
"God agrees." said a distorted voice through the door.
Penny jumped and looked at the door in horror.
*knock knock knock* "Penny."
*knock knock knock* "Penny."
*knock knock knock* "Penny."
She glared at the door and then opened it, her eyebrows raised. "Hello Sheldon."
He stood in front of her nervously. "Penny?"
"Yes?"
"I googled French Kissing." He twisted his hands anxiously.
"And?"
"Is it really necessary?" He twitched. "Could not procreation be undertaken without all the.." He grimaced, "Tongues?"
Penny stared at him silently.
"No?" he winced.
"It's a dream Sheldon, do whatever you want!"
His eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yes Sheldon." Penny sighed. "Dress me up like Princess Leia, it really doesn't matter."
He smiled evilly. "Thank you Penny." He turned to leave.
"Sheldon.."
He twisted back to see her, "Yes Penny?"
"In real life, french kissing is generally reccomended before sex, because if you don't want your tongue in their mouth, then the rest of it probably won't go that well either." She pointed out reluctantly.
Sheldon looked suprised. "Point taken!"
Penny nodded. "So, um, you should probably go get groceries, and I should probably get cleaning, and.."
"Yes of course Penny, thank you, this was a delightful chat."
Confusion crossed her face but then she shrugged and nodded. "Sure Sheldon, anytime."
He left, and she shut the door behind him.
"Wow, wierd morning." She shook her head, then listened in case there was any more agreement through the door.
Hearing none, she sighed and shook her head then started picking up laundry as she headed for her room.
Her being in Sheldon's dream was not really that odd, she reasoned to herself, they saw a lot of each other, and he had seen her in various stages of undress, and she WAS the only female he seemed to associate with that wasn't related to him in any way.
There was that wierd chick, but Sheldon hadn't dreamed about her naked, had he?
Or if he had, he hadn't been distracted by it.
"Kind of empowering." Penny mused out loud as she piled dishes in the sink and turned the water on, adding soap.
It's not like Sheldon was a bad guy, he was intelligent, a quick learner, and eager to please, all of which were excellent traits to have in the sack.
He was probably even a virgin, and that might be fun too. Even better, he didn't blindly agree with everything she said, and when she asked a question he didn't try to dumb down his response when he gave it, at least not much, which made it easier to know if she really was interested in the topic or not...
Usually not.
But he gave her credit for trying, which was nice. He probably had it graphed somewhere.
And she always got to drive.
He was cute too, in a way.
She reached for the next dish to wash, and discovered there wasn't any, she'd washed them all during her thinking session.
"Well, how about that!" She murmered to herself with a little swagger. "Done already."
SHe looked around the apartment and nodded. "Not too shabby."
She wiped down the counters and the table and cleared the garbage off the coffee table, and then sat down on the couch with a sigh.
Not that her and Sheldon would ever happen, he'd have to get over his kissing phobia for one thing, and there were other issues that she couldn't remember right now, but at least thinking about it had made cleaning the place up go a bit faster.
She clicked on the tv and put her feet up.
"Who GOOGLES french Kissing?"