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That night, after everyone had gone home, after Leonard had gone to bed, muttering as usual about tomorrow being a better day, Sheldon had stood in front of his board, writing nonsense equations, just to keep his hands busy.
He had licked her palm. Tasted nothing.
He had licked her shoulder, neck and ear, and she had tasted, good, but not really of anything in particular.
He was stumped. He would have to proceed to step three, kissing her directly. On the mouth. How did one go about that?
He'd seen Howard's clumsy efforts with Bernadette, (Really, who HADN'T?) but it hardly seemed proper to giggle shamelessly and then bonk noses and then stick your tongues out and rub them together. Frankly, the thought repulsed him.
He was just going to have to swing it.
With that, he capped his pen, and walked out the door.
~P~
Penny was waiting. She couldn't have gone to sleep if she had tried. She had barely forced herself to sleep last night, with the taste of him on her tongue, his scent ingrained in her brain.
She'd never imagined him licking her palm.
Not her palm, or her shoulder, or... Ok, maybe her neck, because he was so tall, and had that mouth, and she just knew it would feel fantastic, and oh, baby, hypothesis proved, because it HAD.
It had felt amazing.
Sink down to the floor and take me NOW amazing.
She wasn't sure what turned her on more? The knowledge that the man who didn't like her touching his food had licked her hand and neck, or that he'd done in front of his friends, seemingly without a care or thought about it.
What did it mean? She knew, with a different person, what the next step in the relationship would be, what the favour-return equivalent was, but this was Sheldon, and it wasn't a relationship.
She paused. Ok, scratch that, it was clearly a relationship. It might be the most twisted, and also the most sane relationship she'd ever been in, but they were in a relationship. He'd licked her neck in front of WOLOWITZ and LEONARD for cryin out loud!
She sat on her couch, deep in thought.
Just how twisted was this man?
She got a partial answer when the door to her apartment suddenly opened, and he walked in, distracted, but clearly seeking her.
Her eyes widened at his rumpled look, and before she blink he was in front of her, her chin inbetween two long fingers, staring into calculating eyes.
"Penny, this is necessary for the continuation of the war. I will not concede defeat so easily." He spoke sharply, and then her mind went blank.
Because his lips were on hers.
Hard, and firm, and yet soft, and parting, her own parted in surprise, and she felt his tongue sweep inside her mouth.
Her eyes were closed now, and her hand was clamped around his wrist, holding him there, her other hand on the back of his neck, kissing him back.
He was clearly tasting her, trying to figure something out, he bit at her lip impatiently when she tried to pull away for a breath, and she surrendered again.
As he leaned into her, she could feel him, and could feel what the kiss was doing with him, but she knew instinctively that whatever he was searching for in her kiss, he wasn't finding, or it wasn't computing.
His words earlier, floated through her mind, "Seeing what she tastes like" and Ohmigod, she knew what he was doing.
He was actually considering... She imagined his tongue doing this elsewhere, and nearly lost it right there, a moan slipping through her mouth into his.
She felt the tiniest smile on his lips as he kissed her again.
Suddenly they both heard Leonard calling Sheldon's name, loudly, and the man in her arms made a noise that sounded like annoyance, because he had not yet finished grabbed his data or whatever, she'd heard the noise before, but he'd been in front of the whiteboard, and scowling.
Abruptly his hand was down, inside her pants, his fingers moving roughly, and she was gasping into his mouth.
Leonard yelled again, and Sheldon's fingers moved faster, his thumb touching that spot he'd found, and suddenly she was shaking in his arms and then he was gone, standing by the door, his eyes closed, clearing his mind, grabbing a magazine from the stack on her table to hold in front of himself, his eyes sending her a silent apology about having to leave, but his mouth smirking, and then his lips twitched and he held his hand up and licked his fingers curiously.
His eyes widened. They were even darker than before, he clearly wasn't done with her yet. He took a step towards her, but then there was another holler, and he sighed and vanished out the door.
Penny stared after him, her mouth agape.
Oh he was some kind of twisted, and she was sure as hell gonna go with it.
Yup.
She'd been waiting her whole life for a man who could spark her like that...