Love Is Hell
Chapter Ten: The Pleasurable Tuck-in
Author's Note: I think it's hilarious that Howard has always been the causality of the interruptions between Kate and Sheldon. Poor Keldon ;) Read and Review, please.
Howard and Rajesh didn't leave until it was well past twelve midnight. By that time, the weekend had already come and the time passing was slow. While Howard and Rajesh bid a warm good-bye to Kate, Sheldon was curled up in his spot, legs against him, and asleep. Kate closed the door after Rajesh apologized for their intrusion and that he was intent on paying his bills tomorrow. After the door was closed...and then locked...Kate glanced around to see Sheldon asleep.
Kate sat in her spot, her left leg bent underneath her while the other remained on the floor. She touched his hair gently with her fingers and followed down to the nape of his neck. He stirred quietly, but didn't awake. Kate smiled. He was so cute when he was dreaming.
"Sheldon," said Kate gently. She touched his shoulder. "Honey, wake up; you're still in the living room."
Sheldon muttered something along the lines of "I want cookies". Kate suppressed a smile, although it was clear she was amused.
"Sheldon, wake up."
Sheldon stirred when she patted his shoulder and he gazed at her groggily.
"What?" He muttered.
"You're not in bed." Kate reminded. "You fell asleep on the couch."
"Oh," muttered Sheldon. He sighed, stretched, and stood. Kate did the same, although she was still awake; too much caffeine had led her to a rather eventful, lack of sleep. It'd been one of the reasons she'd begun her taxes and payment of bills so late in the night.
"I'm tired," Sheldon noted.
"Then go to bed." Kate instructed. She glanced at her clock, saying, "It's midnight. Might as well."
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Are you going to bed?" Sheldon inquired.
Kate shrugged. "If I do, I won't go to sleep."
"Why is that?"
"I drank a Diet Coke while Rajesh was crying over Bridget Jones' diary; I won't get sleepy until two in the morning." Kate told him. She hinted her empty can of coke and Sheldon merely glanced at it with a footnote of amusement and condescension.
"Kate, have you ever considered that the reason you are exhausted from work is that you drink too much caffeine and therefore have a lack of restful REM sleep?" asked Sheldon. "Not only does it repress your melatonin that you're to produce during your REM sleep, you're also up a lot longer."
"I got that, honey. Remember? I'm a doctor," Kate reminded. "Now, if you're going to bed, I'll tuck you in."
Sheldon gazed at her curiously.
"I'm not a child, Kate. I don't need to be tucked in."
"So you're refusing it?" asked Kate.
Sheldon thought for a moment and he smiled, saying, "Well, if you really want to." He yawned again and then followed Kate to his bedroom. She gestured for him to get in bed and then he did, watching her tuck in the covers to his waist and form. He leaned over him to get the other side and Sheldon watched her with bemusement.
Kate smiled at him.
"Comfortable?" Kate questioned.
"Very much so, thank you," Sheldon said happily.
When Kate began to leave, Sheldon called for her. She turned, her hand on the door knob.
"What, Sheldon?"
"Aren't you going to kiss me good night?" asked Sheldon curiously. He seemed a little disappointed.
Kate gazed at him, a gently smile playing on her mouth. She walked over to him, sat on the edge of his bed. Leaning forward, she touched her lips against his, the softness of the two were tender and sweet. Sheldon tasted Diet Coke on her lips, and despite her gentle pressure against his mouth, her tongue skimmed his lower lip with the smallest invitation. It tempted him.
"Kate," Sheldon murmured. Their lips were still together; he merely talked against them. His eyes were closed, and it only made his senses revive.
"Yes, Sheldon?" Her voice was soft, low...seductive, once again. She intentionally made her kiss tempting.
"Would it be inappropriate to request the moment where what had been started two hours ago could be resumed right now?" Sheldon inquired quietly.
Kate moved back, only to look at him.
"You're initiating the activity?" Kate stated; she was only emphasizing a point, and Sheldon found it immediately.
To her surprise, he said nothing of a retort. Instead, he shifted in his blankets so that the tucking-in bit had become useless. Kate, who sat on the edge of his bed still, watched him curiously, only to realize that what he intended was for her to get in bed with him...was this really happening? Or had she fallen asleep on the couch as well, and hadn't woken up?
Sheldon kissed her again, and this time, it was with the passion she felt for him and he felt for her. There was an intensity that she had felt before but now, it was coming from him initially. Kate sighed quietly, the feeling in her loins was burning again; what the two that had left interrupted before was back. Then again, Kate was under the impression that it never left.
Her eyes closed when he maintained a fixed kiss to her lips, never breaking. Parting hers with the small sweep of tongue on her lower lip, she welcomed the deepening of the kiss. The next feeling she received was the cool touch of his hands on her neck; their thumbs placed against her jawline. Kate inhaled sharply—the desire burning within had grown five times bigger. Her heart was pounding, her breathing was deeper. No flu here...just pint-up desire.
Kate moved from the edge of the bed to the left half; he remained in the center. When she did move, his hands lowered to her hips, in which they moved so Kate lied on her back. What happened afterwards was beyond her imagination as he—at first hesitant, as he always was—then moved between her legs.
It was at that point that Sheldon noticed Kate had only been wearing a gown, rather than the day clothes she'd worn before he'd fallen asleep. Somewhere between the time he'd been awake to asleep, Kate had gone to the bathroom to change from her day clothes, to a new outfit he'd never seen before. She wore a thin gown that fell to her knees, and of course, as it was Kate, it had a Batman symbol on the front.
"When did you get this?" Sheldon murmured, touching the lower hem of the gown indicatively. Doing so, he incidentally touched hand over her outer thigh; as before he'd always touched Kate inappropriately, he felt a slight electric shock to his fingers, leaving him slightly numb, and even more aroused.
Distractedly, Kate replied, "The girls and I went shopping."
"When was that?"
"When you and the boys were playing Halo," Kate muttered. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said pointedly, "I didn't care for what they were shopping for; Victoria Secret has no ties to me."
Sheldon looked down at her. There was a pervasive way she'd said so, but he couldn't catch the pun, if one was intended. Apparently, there was none, for she was merely grinning at him. He lowered his lips to hers, which inclined eagerly. When their mouths crashed incidentally, Sheldon felt her hips push against him, and he groaned involuntarily; it only made him realize just how hard he had become, how much he wanted her...how agonizing it was.
Despite the temperature of the room he knew it to be, Sheldon also felt heated in more places than one. He sighed heavily, and Kate smiled at him pointedly. The two sat up and Sheldon pulled off his shirt and the one overlapping; Kate stood on her knees and from the back, she lifted off her Batman pajama gown. When she did so, it only made Sheldon feel hotter—Kate wore a black bra, matching panties, both which were yellow and red...knowing Kate—indicative of Flash's famous color symbols. It was that, and on each were dotted lightning symbols.
Sheldon stared at her, breathless.
"Told you I went shopping," Kate purred, winking at him. The smirk was back.
"Apparently, not Victoria Secret," Sheldon stated.
She pushed him on his back and he looked up at her, slightly startled.
"No," said Kate smoothly. "Not Victoria Secret. The cheetah spotted undergarments didn't do it for me." She straddled his waist, and her hands pinned his wrists down on either side of his head. With a grin of a Cheshire cat, she added, "And I knew they'd not do a thing for you, Lex."
Sheldon gave her a pointed look but the surprise, and the pleasure, were immediate reactions. So Kate had taken to nicknaming him Lex Luthor. Well, look at that. Seductive Kate...how charming.
Kate was a flexible kitten as she lowered her mouth to meet his, and flicked her tongue to his upper lip and curve to the corner of his mouth. It left him wanting her more. She arched her back, her panties pushed against his pajama bottoms, increasing his arousal—and his discomfort—further.
She only grinned when it pushed him over the edge and he moved so that Kate was, yet again, on her back and he on top of her. This was a game of cat and mouse and to that effect, it seemed she was winning. However, she was a bit stunned when he moved his hands behind her back, unclasped her bra, and moved the garment off her arms as simple as ten seconds.
"Ohh, Cooper's got a few moves," Kate teased.
He ignored her, lowering his mouth to her neck; Kate could hear him breath as he kissed right underneath her ear, making her giggle. His hands moved behind her back, his fingers grazing her lumbar and spin before moving up to her front; she gasped when she felt Sheldon touch her breasts—no hesitation, not this time. This, and his hands were cold.
She whispered his name but at this point, Sheldon pushed his mouth on hers; his hands groped her bosom, kneading them with a pressure that was ginger enough that it was tender but not hard enough where Kate wished it to be. And to her intuition, he was doing this on purpose. In her agonizing amusement, Kate was pleased: Sheldon Cooper was teasing her.
His tongue moved through her lips without invitation—not that he needed one. Kate welcomed him, surprised; his new take-what-I-want attitude was delicious. Cooper had backbone when it suited him and it only made the fires in her loins burn instantly tenfold. Kate moaned to his touch, his contact causing her nipples to peak and harden...and speaking of harden...Kate felt him being more aroused just by her pleasurable calls.
She felt him through her panties; he might as well be against her, in her...the thought began as pleasurable, taunting, and now the taunting became torment. Her mind's play of her need was sadistic, and the wetting and heating between her legs had become a bittersweet sanctity for her lust.
"Sheldon," Kate muttered. Unintentionally, her natural calling for him had become desirous, a small whimper uttered when she said his name.
"Silence, Kitten. Sheldon's busy," he murmured along her collar bone. His lips had began a fiery trail of hungry kisses from her carotid to her collar bone. Along her neck was the Evenstar he'd given to represent his strong feelings for her; his lips dropped to her valley, and his hands lowered to different territory—along the curvature of her spine and then groping to even lower territory. Kate grunted softly when his strong hands grabbed her behind, and in turn, he pulled her to him.
Kate moaned desperately when she felt the hardened fixture press between her legs; it made her insides burn and the muscles inside her thighs to contract, in an attempt to hold him in place.
Sheldon met her mouth again with his and Kate kissed him hungrily, eager to dismount whatever increasing lust she began to feel. Her need was becoming desperately ill-fated, and if it were not to be disparaged, she felt it would only leave her hanging for more.
"Sheldon, please..." Kate whimpered.
Sheldon smirked when her hips raised to his—the indication of course that Kate had become a victim to her urge. He could help it. Sheldon felt her hands move to his hips and moving down his pants with unsettled speed. He sat up, away from her and moved off his pants—the garments lay forgotten on the floor. When he rejoined her on the bed, Kate pulled her to him, kissing him hard and intensely on the mouth. Her hand lowered to his harder anatomy and Sheldon, too, felt the desperation.
Sheldon pushed her hand away and pinned both of them above her head; his other moved to the only barrier separating them from their inevitable release; the only cure that would rid them of the overbearing burden that was felt in their nether regions. Kate squirmed but Sheldon had more upper body strength.
He pulled down her garment and Kate cooperatively lifted her hips from the bed; he moved them down her legs, which she moved so he pulled them off completely. In her physical form, Kate was a woman in dire sexual need. Her breathing was erratic; her eyes were dark green with dark pools of adoration and raw desire. Sheldon, in his human form, was a man, a victim of his own baser urges, which had become greater than his logic could counter.
Sheldon moved onto her, and just as he did, Kate was ready for her. Her legs moved apart and when he entered her, Kate's moan was loud and pleasurable. Sheldon felt her hips lift to him, inviting. Her inner muscles contracted, and for a moment, he couldn't even move. But, dear lord, did it feel good.
He balanced himself over her; his elbows provided a beam for support, on either side of Kate's shoulders. When he exited and moved inside her again, a rush of adrenaline and pleasure overwhelmed him; his eyes closed with gratification. As they continued a pervasive sexual dance of grinding hips and pleasurable moans, their voices only carried as the moment became more urgent, and the need was overpowering.
Still, as he put every effort into his thrusts inside Kate, he felt very much in control. Her hips lifted to his rhythm, going his way, moving the way he wanted to, and Kate, whether she wanted to or not, had to bend to his every movement. Her hands moved anywhere from his back, shoulders, and through his hair; he didn't mind; Sheldon liked the sensation. He was power-hungry, and the combination of such and pleasure was empowering. Kate's moans were soft, but when he reached a different depth, they carried.
Despite his rhythm having been placed, Sheldon wasn't feeling his peak. So he increased the friction, finding a quicker speed and a harder thrust—Kate wasn't complaining. It became intense enough that Kate's head had hit the headboard once, which had, at first, made Sheldon hesitate, but when Kate made a short laugh, he resumed.
"Did that hurt?" Sheldon breathed, his panting only muffling his words slightly.
Kate smiled and said, "Not enough."
"What?"
"Didn't hurt enough," Kate panted.
He gave her a strange look, to which she only shook her head. Sheldon kissed her mouth and she returned it. Even though she'd shaken her head dismissively, it made Sheldon think for only a second. Did pain incorporate itself with sex?
Sheldon licked his lips—well, it wasn't for lack of trying.
When he moved out her, Sheldon made every force count and thrust inside of her; Kate cried out in pain but Sheldon saw her grin slightly—in mid-coitus, he realized, no one really smiled. Kate's mouth was open in desire and pleasure, however, and this was enough indication for him to increase his force; granted, the second try made Kate's head hit the headboard again and she only laughed it off.
Sheldon slid her down the bed, a good few inches from the board. Kate chuckled at his gesture, however sweet and sincere; her ankles moved behind the back of his knees; Sheldon smirked when it cauased her to anchor, deepening himself inside of her.
Kate moaned when he continued thrusting—he didn't even bother to pull out of her; their friction increased and finally, the peak could be found. Their moans were no longer quiet; they cared little for who heard them. No rhyme nor reason what mattered after. All that mattered was reaching that peak before it was lost.
When Kate felt it, her muscles inside were strengthened, contracting, and holding him; her leveled scream had Sheldon's room spinning and it made him reach his peak completely.
They were reduced to panting, sweat, and even as Sheldon was finished in his climax, he still felt Kate holding him in place; he watched her back lower but in a second, it was arched again and she moaned loudly—not even bother to restrain whatever her body released and craved. Was it possible that Kate had met her peak more than once? Sheldon smiled; Dr. Sheldon Cooper, Ph.d., for the win.
Kate relaxed and looked up at him.
"Hmmm," was her response.
Sheldon smiled. Even he knew what that meant. Sheldon touched her mouth with his and they kissed tenderly.
"I love you, Kate," Sheldon muttered.
Kate stared at him in shock but her smile replaced the surprise and she breathed, "I love you too, Sheldon."