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Sheldon had been in a remarkably good mood the last few days, he had even noticed it, which was rare. All of his cereal choices had been from the low end of the fiber spectrum, and he'd even held his tongue when Leonard stumbled in drunk and collapsed in his spot.
Within a few minutes Leonard had leapt up and ran for the bathroom, as he often did, after these nights out with the guys. A cursory inspection of the cushion had proved no harm done, and Sheldon had shrugged off the whole incident. Magnanimous of him, he knew. No doubt Leonard wouldn't thank him, but perhaps he might drive him to the comic book store the next day, after the hangover had ceased.
He also knew the reason behind his long-lived good mood. He had almost certainly won the war. His last offensive attack had gone well, better than planned even, with the happy result of succeeding in BOTH of his stated ambitions.
He was beginning to understand Wolowitz's preoccupation with the opposite sex. How fortunate that he had not Penny until after he had achieved his two doctorates, otherwise he might have ended up as merely an experimental physicist. If he had not, just this very second, sent off the conclusions of his latest theories to be published, ground breaking work, if he did say so himself, he might have been worried about her interfering with his quest for the Nobel. If anything, she had driven him to complete his work all the faster, because he never knew when she might come storming in with her newest attack, and needed to have enough variable time slots in his schedule to allow for shifting things around.
It had been a week since their last skirmish, and part of him was rejoicing because perhaps, he had won. Perhaps she would concede defeat at any point in time... The other half was wary. Penny had more experience, and the time delay might well be part of her attack. His body had certainly been making itself known the last few mornings, perhaps her devious plan was to reduce him to a creature directed primary by its hormones.
Sheldon twitched his hands together involuntarily. She did have that streak of what could only be described as evil villainous. It was why she was so good at Halo, and why she had become addicted to the Age of Conan. Penny liked power.
He must make sure to never leave his chemicals unlocked. The last thing the world needed was a Penny with REAL super powers.
He shifted his weight nervously, biting his lip. Perhaps he should go over there, and just see how she was doing. It couldn't hurt, and possibly might induce her to proclaim her defeat. Nodding decisively, he crossed the hall.
~P~
Penny had been waiting for this. She had had to wait nearly the whole week for her costume to arrive. She had been amazed at the vast amount of star wars and star trek "slave" outfits there were, each a different style, it had taken an hour to choose which one she felt he would most appreciate, in the end she ended up choosing one that was said to be in the style of the Vulcans. She hoped it was accurate, cause god help her if it wasn't. Her plan on it's own was going to be enough to freak him out, severely.
Oh yes, he had upped the ante and surprised her by going down on her, but she had no idea how he was going to take the next step. And she may have rearranged the steps a bit, just to add the element of surprise as well. She just hoped she could go through with it, because well, she'd never really actually DONE this step herself. Usually just the mention of it would be enough to drive her boyfriends wild, but then, she'd already slept with them. With Sheldon, it was different.
And she had realized, that it really mattered. To her. She really wanted this to work, she really wanted to win. Not just to win, but because when she won, Sheldon would be her boyfriend. For real. When she won, he was going to take her to work, and show her around, and then to a museum, and fancy dinner, and when he proposed it was going to be in front of the Hadron Collider, in Switzerland, on their one year anniversary.
Oh, yes. Penny was playing for keeps.
And it scared the hell out of her.
But she was nothing if not a warrior, and once committed to something, she never, ever gave up.
~S~
He debated knocking on her door, but decided the element of surprise was necessary, and instead tried the doorknob. It turned easily, and he stepped into her apartment. There was the usual amount of disarray, and he tsked, shaking his head at the clutter. If only she would follow the diagram he'd given her...
There was a noise from her bedroom, and he turned to face the door, and froze.
~P~
The look on his face... Was inspiring. It was sheer luck that he had wandered in when he had. She had been arranging things, doing a dress run of sorts, she was in the outfit and had everything she was going to need on the bed behind her. She'd heard his tsk, and the smile that was on her lips when she stepped into the living room to confront him was pure Penny.
He appeared to be frozen, until she noticed him taking his pulse.
"Arn't you coming in?" She blinked up at him, stepping back into her room.
His feet followed her in, he wasn't even sure how he'd got there, because his eyes were locked onto her outfit, there wasn't much of it, but it was undeniably what the Vulcan's dressed their slaves in.
He was talking to her, but she put a stop to that when she pushed him down on the bed and pressed her mouth to his. His fingers started walking up her thighs, but she pushed his hands away, and slid her own hands down his chest.
"You can look, but you can't touch." She whispered in his ear, careful to catch the tip of it with her tongue.
"Why not?" He whispered back, trying very hard not to touch her.
"Because I'm going to seduce you. If you touch me, I win." She breathed against his neck.
He stuttered. "But that's hardly fair Penny, I am not prepared for a final battle between us, will you win the entire war or just this round?"
She just smiled mysteriously, and sat back, just out of his reach. She was nervous now, but she didn't show it. She started by touching herself, her arms, her knees, then pulling her hands up to run along the seems of the barely there top, her gaze on him the whole time.
His cheeks were getting flushed, she knew that look, his eyes were darkening, and as her hands slid down her waist and to the spot his fingers knew intimately she could see the effect her movements were having on him.
He kept having to remind himself, don't touch. Don't Touch.
She had her head thrown back and her fingers were doing things to herself, that he felt his fingers should be doing, after all, his fingers were longer than hers, and...
She reached for something, and he dimly knew what it was, what it was for, there was this weird sound in his ears, and he was sure his temperature had raised several degrees, and if she put that where he thought... She couldn't do that, she couldn't, he would be better, he wanted...
She did.
The looks he was giving her, the way his fingers were twitching, she was really getting into it, because it was effecting him even better than she had hoped. It felt really good, and she gasped, she wanted it to be him, she wanted to be straddling him and not some purple piece of rubber, but she had to know what this was to him, was he here because he couldn't stand to loose a war, or was the war a convenient excuse to him, a way to explore the sexual side to their relationship, the one that simmered during their arguments and sparked in daring glares across the room. How many times had she wished he would just do away with strikes and just have her against the wall...
She moaned, thinking about it, him, taking her, against the wall, anywhere. Punishment for sitting in his spot, sex behind the couch, oh god...
His mouth was dry and his mind was still, his focus complete. She was beautiful. She was more than he'd ever thought possible, ever dreamed could exist. He was watching her please herself, and he couldn't touch, but he knew, oh he just knew, that he could do it better. She had yet to make that little noise, he wanted to hear it, and she was biting her lip, and her hand was moving, the purple thing was wet but the look on her face was changing to one of frustration, it wasn't enough.
He didn't remember giving in. He just knew that the second he entered her, he had felt alive, and her legs had wrapped around his back, and within seconds she was making that noise, and her hands were tearing off his shirts, her feet pushing his pants down farther, he didn't care, they couldn't take the time, he needed to prove that he was better than some stupid piece of rubber and something in his brain had switched, he wanted to possess her, like knowledge, and she was egging him on, calling his name, and he hadn't even bothered to take off her outfit either, he didn't care.