AN: Just a short one, to set up for the next. Not even in my wild imagination could I get Sheldon to accept the next step lightly.. LOL.
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He couldn't sleep. He was not ready for this. Or he was, but he wasn't prepared. Or maybe he wasn't? Once the floaty feeling had faded away, he had been left staring at his computer screen, in absolute, abject, horror. He couldn't do that!
He had shut down the computer, and paced.
By the time Leonard came home, Sheldon had done thirty-six circuits of the entire living room, and forty-five lengths of the hallway to their bedrooms. He had circulated the kitchen island one hundred and sixty seven times.
His hair was a mess from his hands running through it as he tried to comprehend, how soundly she had beaten him in what had become yet another war between them, for she must know, she was the one with all the experience, that he could not POSSIBLY do THAT!
Every time he came to that undeniable conclusion, he remembered how easily she had taken him in her mouth, how she had swallowed, when the Internet clearly stated there was a second option. It sent a shudder through him, how good it had felt, he had never imagined... Her smile, did she think she had won? But she had, because the next step was impossible, unthinkable, he could never, ever, in a million years, consider it, and yet...
And yet every time he thought of it, of what he had seen, his body responded.
His brain was horrified at his bodies blatant betrayal.
It was a problem.
But logically, all problems could be solved.
If they were broken down, into more manageable parts.
He would have to lick her.
But they had not kissed, he had no idea whatsoever of what to do, what she would taste like. He belatedly regretted washing his hands upon his arrival home after the last time.
A memory triggered, and he blushed, knowing he had, out of curiosity, smelled his fingers. The smell was not offensive.
Perhaps he could... But no. What if he attempted, and could not go through with it? She could not win. He would not let her win, what she probably considered an easy victory.
She had tasted him, he would taste her, he would do it!
In small steps.
First, he would kiss her.
To see if he could.
Not her mouth, that would be too much, that would be more of a step two, or step three. He must get a vague idea of what Penny tasted like.
He remembered reading fairy tales to his sister when she was sick, which was far less than he was, but she liked to hear him read about princes in shining armour, who kissed their ladies hands and made them blush profusely...
Her hand.
He would kiss her hand. He would try to do so directly after her washing it of course.
The door opened, and Leonard strode into the room, and the very rumpled Sheldon paused mid pace, sent him an odd look, and then went off to bed.
Leonard wondered what that was about, but decided not to ask.
It was always better not to ask.