AN: This chapter has adult content implied.. M rating.
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He could practically feel his neurons sizzling... But not in the immenient-death way he'd always supposed... It was like they were lighting.. Burning clearer and brighter than ever before..
He refused to make a coorelation between his glowing neurons and a star on it's deathbed.
Sufficient studies had been done on the effects of sex on the IQ for him to know that it did not, in fact, make people stupider.
Her hand was caressing him through his pants again, her lips marking a trail down his stomach, and to be perfectly honest, even if it did cause a drop in IQ points, he wouldn't care.
If anyone could spare a few, it would be him.
He swallowed.
She was doing something with her teeth...
His pants..
"Dear LORD." He hissed.
Undone.
His pants... Undone.. Her teeth..
He was torn between complimenting her on her oral dexterity or her excellent teeth, when her hands left his arousal and moved to his hips.
He froze.
His eyes widened.
Her hands gripped his pants and tugged.
Ohh...
He shifted awkwardly, helping her.
Why did she want his pants off?
Was she afraid he'd make a mess in them?
She had more experience, probably trusting her was best..
He'd not bothered to read much about this process, preferring to focus his time on learning what HE would be expected to do..
He felt that was both justified, and regretable.. He should have forgone sleep..
His data was lacking.
Her hands moved again, and he jolted back to awareness.
His underwear... Gone? Her hand.. Her bare hand.. "oh." he half squeaked.
She looked up at him, her eyes hot and sure, she was going to drive him wild...
Sheldon gasped.
Her lips...
Her tongue...
He inhaled sharply.
Then she put her mouth over him.
A sound that had only ever escaped his mouth in the vicinity of a box of brand new comics escaped his mouth...
His hands bunched in the sheets beside him, his chest shuddered.
This...
Was...
He closed his eyes, trying to slow his pulse, he could hear it in his ears like a freight train.. Instead it hightened the sensation of her mouth around him, her hand, moving, soft like velvet, warm like nothing he'd ever experienced..
Her long hair tickled him where is cascaded over his thigh, her body brushed against his legs, and the savage male buried and chained within his soul wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through that blonde hair and show her exactly what he needed..
His mind retained control though, and he knew he didn't want to control this situation.. He didn't know what he wanted.. Penny plainly did know... And she was doing a wonderful job of it.
His breath came quicker, and it got harder to think rationally.
He became entirely focused on her.
It wasn't going to last long, already he could feel the pressure building in the base of his spine..
"Penny." He whispered. "I don't know the protocol.."
She smiled against him, and hummed.
His eyes opened wide.
He swore... In klingon.
After a few more seconds, Penny raised herself and smiled triumphantly, talkin in the shell shocked man in front of her.
"Alright Sheldon?"
He blinked. "Yup."
She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning into a smirk. "Need to process that?" She guessed.
Clarity returned to his eyes, and he leaned towards her. "How astute of you Penny."
Suddenly she chewed her lip, seeing the flaw in her plan. "So you're going home then?" She winced slightly.
Would he be like other guys before him?
He tilted his head, and reached for her hand, his fingers taking her pulse.
She had been affected by her actions too, though not so pleasurably as himself..
"I'm an extremely intelligent man." He reminded her severely, before one corner of his mouth twitched, "I'm cabable of doing more than one thing at a time." His lips touched hers as he leaned her back onto the bed, it was time to test the rest of his data..