AN: Happy Belated Birthday to Vicky! Sorry I missed it- teaches me not to check my email! LOL.
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She has to admit, for a first time- it wasn't too shabby. The desk was a bit harder than a bed, but once she moved his Dr. Who ten sonic screwdriver from between her shoulder blades it was kind of amazing how she seemed surrounded by hardness and could feel every change of motion, amplified.
The moment he shoved the paperwork off the desk and joined her on it was the start of something even more wonderful. Yes, she liked him, wanted him, adored him and loved him... But the moment he lost control and gave into his previously denied primitive needs rocked her to her core. It was all kind of a blur after that...
Till they were done, and he registered that the thud from a moment previously was his Tardis hitting the carpeted floor.
He'd peeked over the edge of the desk, and commented that it wasn't broken. He'd scrambled off the desk and picked it up, looking around curiously at the meyhem that surrounded him. She was just sliding off the desk, as he settled the Tardis in it's proper place.
"I do believe your rear is imprinted on my blotter." He'd commented vaguely.
"Hmm, I think you're fingerprints are imprinted on my ass." She'd replied.
Now, up in her room, her face buried in her pillow to hide her serious case of the giggles, she could not believe she'd said that.
That he'd said that.
That they had done that. His DESK of all places.
He hadn't even got dressed again. Just picked up the papers and put them back on the desk, gathered his clothes, and headed up the stairs, asking her if there was any leftovers in the fridge because he was feeling rather more hungry than usual.
It didn't seem to have sunk in.
She wondered if tomorrow would be a light or heavy bran day. Just how would this new aspect to their relationship, to him, affect his mind?
He was in the shower now. She thought about joining him, just walking in and pulling back the curtain and sliding right in behind him, running her hands over the expanse of his naked and soap sudsy back, pressing herself against him and letting her hands wrap around his front and slide...
God, she had it bad. Not even twenty minutes later and she wanted him to lose control again.
Better to not freak him out too bad, she reasoned. Better to let him get some normal back.
The water turned off, and she wrapped her robe around her tighter and grabbed her towel. He'd probably feel better if she had a shower too. It would spare her a possible lecture at least. Opening the door she peered out.
"My turn?" She asked.
He blinked at her sleepily and nodded, walking into his room.
"Sheldon? You ok?" She went to his door instead of the bathroom.
He was pulling a fresh pair of socks out of his drawer, and looked distracted.
"Sheldon?" She repeated, starting to worry.
"It still says soup." He shook his head ruefully. "Have you thought about having the chinese symbol for crackers done on the other side?"
She blinked and pretended to glare but ended up grinning. "The only one who is crackers around here is you."