Love Is Hell

Chapter Fourteen: Coveting Kitten

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Author's Note: Been planning on this chapter for two months and it's finally arrived! YAY! PLEASE Read and review, love ya!

Sheldon watched Kate look at the comic books. Her fingers made a way of peeling through the top halves of their laminated covers as she murmured under her breath if she had them. It was her attentive eyes on them that made his eyes look from his own search of new comics to her alone. It was made official that Kate, twice, said she wanted to marry him. He wondered the same, although in its reversal. Did he want to marry her?

His mind was a flash of thoughts and simulations. He, too, had simulated different hypothetical situations in which he and the woman before him would be wed, in complete bond for the rest of their lives. He was thirty-two, and getting on in years; it wasn't a fact of life that drew him to the idea of being with Kate for the rest of his life. According to Leonard, he'd posed the question itself twice, but the proposal itself was unanimous. In his brilliant mind, Sheldon wasn't sure when or how to propose to Kate, even if he was a brilliant physicist.

Across from him, Kate was muttering 'Got it' under her breath while thumbing through the comic books. The group in which she looked at was mainly DC; Sheldon knew her well enough—comic book wise—that Kate was not interested in Marvel. Although he wasn't biased too much, for he liked all comic books, he did like DC...Green Lantern, Flash, Batman, Superman—all of them were there. Iron Man and Hulk were Marvel...that was about all he liked, as far as comics were concerned. Kate's voice was soft as she murmured, and Sheldon only smiled to himself.

Yes, he could imagine being with Kate for the rest of his life. He wouldn't be disappointed if this was what they did for the rest of their lives; thai food on Mondays, Pizza on Thursday, Chinese on Friday, Paint ball on the weekend, while Kate was always his co-commander.

"Sheldon!" Kate voiced loudly.

Sheldon shook out his reverie and he looked at her suddenly.

"What?"

Kate chuckled, saying, "I've said your name three times, honey."

"Oh," Sheldon muttered. "I was...thinking, what did you say?"

Kate held up a comic book, saying, "I found the original Batman, first edition ever." She grinned enthusiastically.

"Oh good," Sheldon replied, smiling. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," said Kate. She skipped to Stuart's desk and went to check out.

Sheldon noticed that she wasn't the only one checking out. He saw some of the guys around the store look at Kate with surprised expressions; they'd never seen a woman in the store, except for Penny and Amy. Perhaps it was the fact that Kate was here, wearing a black T-shirt with the Batman's logo on the front of her shirt; or perhaps, it was the fact that while she was bent over the counter, her 'Joker's Wild' tattoo could be seen. Sheldon felt nauseated, a little squeamish in the stomach, and—could it be—a small tinge of jealousy running through his veins. This was how he felt when Amy had told him about her episode with Zack—her 'feeling' she had when the two met. Or, like another experience he had yet to admit, the feeling that made him discontent when Amy and Stuart had begun dating. That, of course, felt like years ago, and in spite of it all, it was back.

Sheldon frowned, his left eye starting to twitch. He watched Stuart and Kate talk for a moment, hearing their conversation—thank goodness for his Vulcan hearing. Kate was saying something about how happy she was for finding the comic; Stuart said he didn't bother putting it on reserve because he knew she'd find it.

Kate exchanged a few more chitchat then came back, holding her bag. Seeing him, Kate bit the inside of her cheek.

"Sheldon, are you okay?"

Sheldon opened his mouth to speak but then, quite abruptly, took her wrist and moved them out of the store; Kate followed, too shocked to protest; when they got in the car, Kate looked at him coldly.

"What the hell was that all about?" Kate questioned as she put on her seat belt; Sheldon did the same. When he did, he turned to her.

"They were looking at you," Sheldon told her coldly. He glanced at the guys in the comic book store, giving them glares then turned back at her.

"Who was?"

"All of them."

"All of whom?"

"The guys in the comic book store!" Sheldon snapped. "Who else would be looking at you?"

Kate stared at him incredulously.

"Sheldon, are you okay?"

"Of course I am!" Sheldon snapped again. He shook his head, muttering to himself.

Kate stared at him still.

"Sheldon, you practically dragged me out of the store. Don't tell me you're okay when I know clearly you are the polar opposite," said Kate. She started the engine. "Besides, of course the guys were looking at me. It's called being aware of your surroundings."

"They weren't just looking," said Sheldon. "What does it matter now anyway?"

"What does it matter?" repeated Kate. She stared at him still but then her cold gaze failed, and a curvature of her smile became quite clear. Sheldon was jealous...Although jealousy never became a base for attraction, or even a sexual pull, the idea that he reveled in it now was Kate's objective to what she did next.

Kate kissed him, right on the lips, and didn't pull back. To her delight, Sheldon returned it, although it was somewhat improvised—as he hadn't expected this reaction either—and yet, oddly filled with unbridled passion. Kate smiled at him.

"Sheldon, I'm only ever going to be attracted to you, and you alone," Kate stated.

"I know that, why wouldn't I know that?" asked Sheldon defensively.

"Because I know that while we in the store and the other men were looking at me, you felt jealous and became possessive of me," said Kate. When he scoffed, Kate smiled and said, "Deny it if you want but my consensus remains."

She continued to drive but Sheldon only looked at her still. He finally averted his eyes when he saw that they were taking a passive and smooth road to the apartment. Originally, Halo night had been placed in Raj's apartment, but since Kate's appearance, it's been in the Burns-Cooper household. Since then, whenever they arrived from the comic book store, Kate and Sheldon always entered 4A with the knowledge that they wouldn't be alone. Because of this, Sheldon stopped Kate from opening the door, touching her arm before they entered.

Kate turned to him, perplexed.

"Kate," said Sheldon.

"Yes, Sheldon?"

"If my behavior earlier was an indication of a misguided sense of..."

"You weren't misbehaving, Sheldon," said Kate sweetly. "Some say jealousy is a weakness but I think it sometimes adds a bit of spice to a relationship; it lets people know just how they feel about another person, even..." She touched his chest with the palm of her hand, the other holding her bag with her comic book inside, "if they reject the abhorrence completely."

Sheldon looked at her hand then at her.

"That's the misconception," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not going to say I admit my mishap," Sheldon stated. "But, in the event should it ever happen again, I'd like to inform you that as your statement stands, mine does as well."

Kate smiled lightly, saying, "Meaning?"

"You said you would always be attracted to me, and me alone, so I respond with the same notion," said Sheldon. "Besides, although my ability to notice the physical attraction of another human being suffers in comparison with what other men consider—to coin the phrase of urban youth—'hot', I have difficulty in maintaining concentration when my mind transfers to inappropriate simulations between us."

Kate smirked at him.

"Always nice to know, Sheldon," Kate replied. She stepped towards him, her free hand moving from his chest to around his neck and she lifted to the base of her feet, touching her lips to his in one chastise kiss. At this point, Sheldon lowered his head so their lips lingered in an extended kiss. Kate's mouth curved from a serene smile to a mischievous smirk.

Sheldon knew what that meant. Still, his recent statement held to truth. He moved his arms around her waist and she gasped softly when he pushed her against the door, cornering her. Their lips never left as they continued to kiss.

"I doubt Joker and Batman ever did this," Kate muttered.

Sheldon looked at her pointedly, saying, "Your doubt is as good as mine; the only homosexual misnomer I've heard is Batman and Robin's ordeal, although I believe it to be highly unlikely, just as your presumption that Batman and Harley Quinn would ever share a dismounted partnership."

Kate snickered; she kissed his upper lip, and murmured, "But Harley Quinn may want Batman in more ways than one."

Sheldon felt her hand move from the back of his neck, and then the next place she touched was the growing arousal in his pants. Her hand over his clothing was admissible but its presence was felt.

"Dear lord, woman, you're driving me crazy," Sheldon uttered.

"And my Batman will become Joker, with just a little more probing," Kate said with a quiet giggle. She sucked his bottom lip and with the voice very much like Harley Quinn in the animated series, she said, "Mua-ha-ha."

Sheldon groaned when she felt her hand push down on him.

"If Batman becomes Joker," said Kate softly, "I'll be pleased either way." She moved her arms around his waist and moved him towards her; he pushed against her center and Kate sighed pleasurably. "Madness, as you know, is like gravity."

Sheldon was breathing deeply; he was throbbing in his nether regions and feeling her own heat against him was maddening.

"All it takes is a little push." Kate hissed. On her emphasis, Kate's hand moved to his hardness once more except this time, she squeezed and he grunted involuntarily. Kate laughed softly when pushed her between the door and himself. Her legs lifted around his waist and he moved closer to her; she gasped, feeling him between her legs.

"Ohh," murmured Kate, "Did I pull some strings?" She giggled and said, "Maybe I pushed one too many buttons."

Sheldon moved his hands to the back of her thighs and repositioned her to him so she felt his arousal in the center of her legs; she moaned, feeling this, and his fingers raking the bare skin under her shirt; they were cold.

"Don't tease, Kate," Sheldon condescended. Kate smirked.

"You think you have control just because I'm off the ground?" Kate challenged.

"It's not an assumption, Kitten," Sheldon murmured. He took her chin between his fingers and roughly forced his mouth unto hers, giving her stomach a whirl for its own money; she felt wet in her panties, and his arousal became even clearer as it hardened and elongated into her center; if not for the jeans and underwear, Kate would have already been penetrated.

"My mistake," Kate mumbled.

"Too right, it is," Sheldon replied. He reached behind and pulled out the apartment keys. He pulled away from her and Kate felt her feet on the floor, although she was not hot and disheveled. Sheldon turned the key in the lock and opened it.

To Kate's delight, no one was here...yet. Kate set her comic book down on the coffee table. The moment she did, Sheldon turned her around, and kissed her heatedly to her mouth. Kate moaned in surprise and happiness. Their bodies compressed in desire and need for more contact; before him, Kate was progessively becoming desperate; how badly did she want him—enough that her heart was beating quick enough for tachycardia diagnosis.

In spite of both need, Kate found that Sheldon has his own way of teasing. His hands moved from her back to her bottom; she felt him gently cup her buttocks but then when she rubbed her hand down his pants, his gentle caress became a firm grip. Kate squeaked.

"You're meddling with forces beyond your kin, Kitten," Sheldon murmured, although Kate detected a warning tone, almost threatening.

Kate pulled her to him, his hands shifting from her buttocks and below to the back of her thighs; she gasped again; it sent an electrical shock through her brain, causing disorientation and numbing, specifically below deck.

Two could play at that game. Kate touched her ankle to the back of his knee and, lacking sudden balance of given situation, her trick knee deceit moved down on the floor. Kate quickly straddled his waist, and pinned his wrists to the floor.

He had no time to make a retort as she shoved her mouth on his, moaning quietly when she felt him harden even more between her legs. Sheldon struggled underneath her but Kate, in her high time prime, kept her upper body strength in high maintenance. She grinned like a Cheshire cat when he gazed at her, slightly affronted.

"Cheater," Sheldon noted.

"I'm a strong advocate of DC universe villains," Kate purred. She pushed her hips forward and her body made a smooth but alluring grind along his shaft. She lowered her stature and her lips to his, kissing him briefly. She licked his bottom lip, sighing pleasurably.

"You won't triumph for long," Sheldon uttered strongly.

Kate smirked deviously, saying, "Prove me wrong."

As though the words were a challenge all by themselves, Sheldon smirked his own impish grin. Seeing this, Kate looked at him, mirth vanishing. Sheldon lifted his head to meet hers, and the kiss caught her off guard; his tongue made a self-invitation inside her mouth, finding hers. Caught off guard, Kate was defenseless; and Sheldon took this chance to smack her hands from his. Kate squeaked again as she landed on her back. However, smiling as she was, Kate got to her feet, and ran to the bathroom.

"I didn't mean it! Don't prove me wrong!" Kate shouted, although her audible squeal of excitement and fun was heard as she shot past the door.

Sheldon stopped the door from closing, and pulled her close to him. Kate's lower back was against the sink, and the porcelain was cold, even through her shirt. Sheldon said nothing as he moved his hands along her stomach, then spread to her sides. Kate could practically hear her heart pounding; the beating in her ears.

"What happens when the mouse is caught, when the avoidance and chase was all for not," Sheldon muttered in rhyme.

Kate looked at him curiously. He gazed at her with blue eyes, but the blue had become darkened with the dilation of pupils, signifying one of sexual arousal, deep attraction. The other obvious indication was pressed hard between her pants, of which Kate desired to be ridden.

"I'm not caught," Kate told him. "I'm trapped."

"What's the difference?" Sheldon uttered.

"Give me a second, and I'll differ," Kate told him.

Sheldon shook his head, saying in a cool tone, "Your trickery is admirable, but alas, one can only go so far to insult my intelligence, Kitten." He touched the sides of her neck with both hands and his lips touched just underneath her chin. Kate leaned her head back, eyes closing as she felt the sensation of his lips kissing her throat; he moaned in the most subtle of tones, low, quiet, but subdued—he did it intentionally...but it worked. Kate's insides twisted with ever increased desire. How she wanted him.

Kate inhaled sharply when his hands left her neck and they moved down her shirt, grazing over her shirt-covered breasts, to her stomach. Then she felt the cold fingers move underneath, and they slid around her back, unclasped the bra...Kate lifted her arms above her head and he pulled off her shirt and bra as one unit, leaving her bare-breasted and wanting.

Without words, his assault on her senses reactivated; his kiss on her neck, small, soft—Sheldon moaned quietly; Kate could feel him push against her jeans, grinding his hips against her hips, trying to be rid of the ever growing need.

"Pick me up," Kate quietly requested; he took her behind her knees and with telepathic notion, Kate held on the basin of the sink and hoisted herself upon it, wrapping her legs around his waist.

With this new alignment, Sheldon moved her chin upwards, tilting her head with the inclination of his hands along her jawbone. She leaned her head back and welcomed the sensation of his mouth along her neck—he must love that part of her, otherwise, why was he so intent on kissing it...why did she question it? She wasn't complaining.

Kate took in a sharp breath when she felt his hands on her breasts, their cold fingers spread to take their size; he grasped them completely. Kate could only grasp the outer edge of the sink; she felt her knuckles were white, as they could only grasp so hard. She suppressed her moans of pleasure when he squeezed them, but her voice then betrayed when he leaned her back; her head touched the mirror and his mouth kissed from her neck to her valley. As always, Sheldon Cooper never failed from precision; he proved to be a very thorough lover.

The kisses became wet when his tongue joined the trail of fire; Kate could feel it. His left hand had begun the kneading of her breast while the other, ridden of its accompany as his lips formed around her hardened mound, touched her lower back, shielding it from the contact of the cold faucets.

"Sheldon, you're driving me insane," Kate muttered.

"Don't blame me," Sheldon said, "you're the one that started this game."

"Please finish it," Kate whispered.

"No," Sheldon told her. "You had your fun." Kate squeaked when she felt his teeth graze along the areola of her breast, and gently bite; then he said in response, "Now I'll have mine."

Kate heard the front door open then close and she dreaded the worst. She began to get off the sink, but Sheldon had no part in it; he merely took her with him and then slammed the door shut, locking it.

Kate stared at him incredulously as he pushed her against the door, her legs once more rising around his waist.

"No interruptions," Sheldon hissed.

"Ohh, Sheldon's playing hard ball," Kate responded, smirking.

Kate watched him; his expression had become one of authoritative and Kate smirked at him, challenging once more. He didn't say anything to dignify her response, but what he did instead made it all the more obvious that she was right. He lowered her so Kate's feet was on the floor once more, but then Sheldon's hands touch the waist line of her pants, moving them down. She aided, stepping out of the pool of clothing, leaving her bare of any clothing before him. Sheldon took off his shirts from the back and Kate undid his pants, moving them down. He obliged in stepped out of them as well. Kate wrapped her arms around his back and felt his lean muscular frame; she let out a small laugh when he pushed her against the wall again, taking control of the situation. Kate felt him between her legs, daring to enter but only teasing her. Sheldon was a tormentor in the tease.

Her fast-pace breathing and her hands moving to his side, pulling her to him were good indications that she was desperately aroused; Kate's eyes were glossy with lust. Sheldon could feel her heat between her legs, undoubtedly ready for him. But he was finished with her.

He touched her jaw with his hand and crashed his mouth upon hers, possessing her. Kate moaned shamelessly. Her right leg moved upwards in any attempt to get him closer to her, even better, inside her. Sheldon touched the back of her leg and moved closer to her, but never did he enter. The tip of his hardened member was only half a centimeter from granting her full admission.

"Sheldon, I'm dying here," Kate whimpered. "Please..."

"Say you're mine," Sheldon hissed. He pushed against her and pulled her legs around his waist.

"What?" Kate panted.

"You heard, Kitten."

Kate bit her lip. Ah, this was coming from this afternoon's earlier conversation.

"And what if I won't?" Kate challenged.

Sheldon emitted what Kate perceived as a sigh of impatience. He pushed himself against her and Kate whimpered in desperation.

"Say it," Sheldon ordered.

"Say what?" Kate asked.

"Don't make me repeat myself," Sheldon stated; his voice was stern and Kate, who felt it impossible, felt her lust intensify.

"I'm yours," Kate said quietly.

Sheldon entered her immediately and Kate moaned loudly. The immediate thrust made her insides light on fire. Kate's arms wrapped around his neck; their lips met and gathered in an uninterrupted battle of intense kissing, and Sheldon moved without exiting, increasing the depth. Kate cried in pain for only a second when he entered new territory deep within; her back hit the door twice; her fingernails dug into his shoulders; Sheldon sighed sharply, feeling them claw.

"Oh my god," Kate said loudly; her body was trembling with the heat of desire spreading like a drug through her veins, they only carried to her heart, which beats were so loud that she could feel them in her head. Sheldon moaned her name, and Kate could only whimper as she felt her climax begin peaking.

Kate's hands held to his forearms as their bodies became compressed; their chests pressed together as one unit. He only pushed deeper, never leaving her. Her fingernails clawed down his arms, as she moaned aloud, caring little for who heard her.

Sheldon's unrestrained moans became as loud as hers, for even he couldn't suppress them. Kate felt his lips against her swollen mouth and they kissed feverishly; when her fingernails clawed to his hands, he took them and their hands folded briefly.

"Oh my god," Kate whimpered. Her mind was blurred, her vision was obscured; pleasure was increased tenfold. She could feel it. She felt her peak and it was instant, but she kept on the ride; Kate moved her hands to his shoulders and kissed him roughly.

"Kate," Sheldon moaned—it was desperate.

"It's okay, honey," Kate whispered. She smirked and moved her lips to his ear. "Make your kitten purr." Her emphasis rested on a sultry moan and this apparently was the push over his edge; a few more thrusts and Kate felt him spill inside of her; his low groan made Kate go over her peak and she met him simultaneously.

Sheldon leaned his back against the wall and Kate held onto the door knob for support. She was breathless, as was he. Kate smiled at him shortly and she staggered to the bathroom and withdrew antiseptic and a swab. He glanced at her curiously.

"Don't look," Kate told him. She kissed him gently. He did as she told him and when he felt the antiseptic on his arms, he didn't have to wonder what had happened. Kitten had claws—sharp enough that when they raked his forearms, they left scratches. No doubt there were some on his back; he felt a slight stinging back there.

Kate put the antiseptic back in its box and she threw away the swabs.

"It stings," Sheldon told her pointedly.

"Sorry," Kate replied. She kissed him briefly on the cheek. "You really can't talk." As a point, she sat uneasily on the toilet, wincing as she did. She'd be feeling it so much later.