Disclaimer: I do not own any portion of The Big Bang Theory or its characters. Bill Prady and Chuck Lorre do, and hopefully will give us some delightful innuendos and outuendos from our dear Shamy in the near future.
A/N: Remember, this is just a little series of disconnected snippets that have been running around in my head. They all occur sometime after Leonard has moved out and Sheldon and Amy have consummated their relationship. Sheldon said in S9 E1 "We make everyone feel awkward, that's our thing!" That got me thinking about how much more awkward "their thing" could become for everyone else if they approach their intimate relationship in the same straightforward manner they approach so much else. Hope you enjoy!
The Way Leonard and Penny Found Out
There was no answer at the door of 4A when Leonard knocked, so he let himself in, Penny right behind. He was nearly moved out of the apartment, but still had a couple boxes in the storage closet and had come to claim one that held his warmer coats; fall was definitely starting in Pasadena.
"Oh man..." As he crossed to the closet Leonard bent down behind the couch to pick something up, holding it out to Penny. "I think Sheldon stole one of your bras again. What is he up to this time?"
Penny looked at him with wide eyes. "Um, Sweetie, that's not mine."
Leonard jumped in shock, quickly dropping the lacy purple garment back onto the floor. "What?"
He looked down at the item in question, only now noticing a scrap of floral fabric peeking out from under the back of the couch, as if it had slid off the leather and landed there. A blouse. Oh boy.
Penny, meanwhile had noticed the unmistakeable striping of a woolen cardigan tossed over the back of the armchair and her huge grin was only just hidden behind her hand that covered her lips holding in a giggle. "Amy's purse is on the desk. Oh. my. god. Leonard!" she shrieked in an excited whisper.
"Let's get out of here," he wisely whispered back, dragging his wife by the hand. Was that? Yep, it was. He smirked on the way out, noticing the ball of fabric crumpled on the kitchen island, red with part of a white circle and yellow lightning bolt peeking out, a long black sleeve hanging off the edge of the counter. Oh boy indeed.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I really needed some happy Shamy fluff today. Y'all know what I'm talking about.