Hey everyone, so sorry it's been ages! I thought I'd reward all of you with a very juicy chapter XD Exams were pretty brutal and then I was ill, so I haven't had time recently. Hopefully I'll get more of a chance to write over Christmas, if you'll all do me the honor of reading. If you could take a moment to drop me a review, that would be fantastic
If I don't speak to you before then, Merry Christmas. Have a great New Year and make the most of the holidays.
Luckyhai5 XD
Penny was sat on the couch in a kind of daze.
Leonard had proposed.
He wanted her to marry him.
Wife.
Her reverie was cut through by anger.
How could he put her on the spot like that, in public? It was so typically inconsiderate.
This whole proposal was entirely insane – she could never go through with it.
Her mind floated.
His face surfaced within it, before she knew what was happening. His eyes were open in wide surprise as she brought her lips down upon his, his arms pulling at her waist, as if he had been reborn to her. It was not Leonard's face she saw.
It was Sheldon's.
Knock knock knock. "Penny."
Knock knock knock. "Penny."
Knock knock knock. "Penny."
How could it be?
Speak of the Devil.
Penny rose, walking to the door, feeling as though her feet were not touching the ground, but floating through the air, disconnected from reality.
She opened the door wide and looked up.
Sheldon was stood, his hands twitching erratically, framed by the door.
"I heard what happened." He was curt. She could gauge nothing from his tone.
"Yes." She stood aside to let him in, feeling a moment of unbearable tension as he passed so close to her.
"My condolences."
An unasked question hung in the air between them. Penny let the door swing shut with a little push, walking towards him, her legs driven by someone other than herself; she felt as though she was floating above her own body, unable to control her actions.
She placed one hand squarely on his chest, felt his heartbeat skip and heard his sharp intake of breath. He opened his mouth; closed it again.
In one swift motion, she pushed him backwards onto the couch and fell on him, pressing her lips to his, like in her daydream. Her hands wandered up and down his chest, coming to rest around his neck as she paused, then exploring his jawline as she deepened the kiss. He was slack, motionless beneath her, but she felt him begin to respond, his hands snaking up her spine, his wrists brushing the sides of her waist. She gasped, breaking away and tilting her head back. He pressed his lips to her exposed throat, and she struggled to catch her breath, moaning softly. As if encouraged by this, his tentative kiss moved up her throat and around to her ear. She moaned again; his hands were under her top now, unhooking her bra. She pulled her top over her head, then his, planting a kiss directly over his heart. It was his turn to groan now. "Penny…" He whispered, as if he were uttering the name of a goddess, something her revered over all. "Penny… is this right?"
She didn't want to hear his question, leaning down to hold his head in her hands. She hushed him, kissing him again, and they were lost in each other, moving like one organism, free from what had kept them apart at long last.
A neutralization reaction had occurred, Sheldon noted in his slurred and incoherent thoughts. Two opposite solutions mixed together at just the right point, to become an entirely new, exactly compromised solution.
The bed was warm; Penny's sleeping head on his chest. She was breathing softly. Lying next to Penny, he had no idea what to think of what had just taken place. He had betrayed his best friend and himself; undermined all the values upon which he had based his life in one unretract able moment.
Nonetheless, it was a moment he would never wish to retract.
It was hard to summarize his feeling at that point: fulfilled, awakened, shocked, disenfranchised?
At peace.