Hey all, I know it's been awhile so I included some Shenny couplings to make you all happy.
THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY BAD – the good kind of bad with smut and lemons, but it can be skipped by those not interested in that. Just move along, don't send me flames because you weren't warned cause this IS your warning. The end, okay? Okay, bye.
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Though Penny still felt betrayed by the latest of developments in the Doctor Who universe, she was happy to meet Donna who was sassy, though a bit obnoxious at times. The episodes flew by after dinner and she couldn't tell if it was because of excitement or anxiety. She and Sheldon sat on the couch next to one another and though Penny sat close, she was also trying to keep a buffer between them. Their confessions had cleared up a great many things, but also created more questions.
Deciphering her own emotions had never been this difficult. She knew what need felt like, and lust even, but it was like storms back home had gathered in her mind to make everything unclear. It was wholly distracting and she needed to do something about it. She knew very well what that something was, but there was a need for patience right now.
Penny had very little patience.
As she fidgeted in her seat she could feel Sheldon's eyes darting over every so often. He was spouting off commentary about props and history about the show Penny only half heard him. She wished she could say the hell with it and just pounce on him, but she needed to figure out her next move. She may not be as book smart as her scientist friends, but she had self-preservation hardwired into her brain. After being left high and dry in California, it was necessary. Yes, she'd bounce back, but not if she burned all her bridges just to be between the sheets with Dr. Cooper.
Finally, after what seemed like forever the adrenaline finally subsided and she found herself dozing off. She wasn't surprised to find herself leaning, not so subconsciously against the warm frame that was Sheldon. Vaguely she acknowledged that the sound had cut off and there was silence. Whelp. Time to make an exit.
Opening her eyes she made an effort to get off the couch and began gathering food containers, "Well, I better get to bed. I know I've already disrupted any cycle you may have by staying so late."
"I think it's safe to say I'll have to start a new sleep schedule," Sheldon replied. "Though, there are considerable advantages to being nocturnal, I will just have to adjust to include 15 minute REM increments in my sleep time."
Penny just stared attempting to translate bits and pieces then gave up. "Or, you know. You could drink more coffee." She walked passed him to the kitchen.
Sheldon tilted his head in disapproval as he moved to follow her, "Caffeine cannot replace proper sleep, Penny."
"Sure it can, Moonpie. It does for me all the time, and when it doesn't you drink more." She tossed containers into the trash and washed her hands.
"Too much caffeine can actually impair cognitive function." He threw a few extra pieces of trash away and followed suit.
"My cogs are just fine," Penny replied pleased with his confusion as he turned to dry his hands. He looked like he was about to correct her but she wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug.
It was awkward for a moment as he tried to position his arms around her but he was learning. The clean masculine scent that clung to him absorbed her and she just wanted to stay there. Crawl into his bed, explore, experiment, but her conscious pulled at her.
Sighing, Penny dragged herself back, keeping her gaze averted so she wouldn't get sucked back in by looking at him.
"I should go," she said moving towards the door slowly.
"Oh, alright. . ." She couldn't decipher his tone, but she knew if he suggested she stay she would. Just say the word and I'll jump.
Penny turned back when she reached the door to find Sheldon still behind the counter with his face screwed up like he was thinking. She stuck her hands in her pockets and waited for him to speak. He began moving towards her and she got that feeling again, like she was driving through a summer storm.
"Goodnight, I guess." He said softly and she fixated on those words.
"I don't think I've ever heard you say, 'I guess' before," Penny said laughing and staring at the ground. "You typically hypothesize or induce but you don't guess."
"Well, it is late and my grasp of the English language may slip from time to –"
She put a finger to his lips. "I was just teasing you. Goodnight, Sheldon."
Penny stood on tiptoe to close the distance. It started easy, but when she adjusted ever so slightly the storm broke loose. Penny felt fingertips pressed into her hips and she held tight to his shoulders. It was a full minute before she pulled away already feeling deprived of warmth.
"I really gotta go," she breathed backing into the door and turning the handle, seeing the disappointment on Sheldon's face before she turned away and hurried back to her own apartment.
It had been nearly an hour and Sheldon lied in bed, showered and wide awake. He had played the evenings events in his mind over and over and found himself unable to stop imagining more appealing ways the night could have ended. He thought himself above the type of needs women elicited, especially ones that looked the way Penny did. . . and felt the way Penny did.
After playing another scenario where Raj had never interrupted Sheldon threw aside the blankets and shot to his feet. He needed to something to put his mind at ease. Wandering out and into the empty apartment he felt his need increasing instead of subsiding. He opened the fridge and stared at the contents, then closed it again. He then tried flipping through the various cable channels pausing only briefly at a How it's Made marathon before turning the TV off completely.
Sheldon put the remote down a little too harshly and turned his gaze to the front door. He could always make an excuse to go talk to her. He had in the past in times of trouble. Except this time she is the trouble, he told himself. The idea took root however and proved to be the most satisfactory solution.
Maybe she doesn't want to talk another part of his brain chimed in. This was the exact cause of his insomnia. Her need to leave had confused him, especially after the departing embrace they'd shared. They had definitely exchanged some heavy emotional details that night . . . He was already unlocking the bolt and even his doubts couldn't talk him down.
Sheldon was a lot of things, but he wasn't very patient.
Hesitating only a moment before knocking, he fidgeted with his robe and ran his hands through his hair. A minute passed, two. He became anxious. Was she asleep? Worse, had she gone out for some reason? A dozen unlikely scenarios assaulted him before he raised his hand to knock again. Before the second knock the lock clattered and the door opened to reveal Penny in a robe of her own.
Her hair was still damp and she held a towel, but it was her expression that piqued Sheldon's interest. She had a slight flush in her checks and her breathing was irregular he tried to piece it together, but she spoke.
"Hi, Sheldon, what's up?" She asked, her voice higher that necessary.
"Hi Penny, I didn't wake you did I?"
"Um, no I was just," she looked away for a moment. "I was in the shower."
The flush in her cheeks definitely intensified as though she was embarrassed, but why on earth would she be embarrassed about bathing? Images of her lathering flashed, then all at once he understood. His arousal became almost unbearable all of a sudden.
He swallowed and said, "I see." He had the urge to pull her to him, but imagined that would be a bit alarming for her. Instead he asked, "May I come in?"
"Sure." Her eyes met his and she stepped straight back allowing him to come in and close the door behind him. She was barely meeting his gaze and he tried to develop a plan. One so unlike any he'd had before. He needed her, badly, and he was calculating steps to get her into the bed a few feet away. Mathematically, that was simple. Socially, not as easy.
"So, what's up," she repeated. "Couldn't sleep?"
"Yea, I couldn't sleep… I -" Sheldon searched for a good reason, but couldn't focus. Why did the art of seduction elude him? It was so primitive, yet he couldn't grasp what he had done before to attract Penny the first time. He searched his data banks and came up empty.
". . . you?" she was waiting, he could tell, for something charismatic.
"I … I was over stimulated." He finished lamely.
It was Penny's turn to say, "I see." But her lips lifted in a small smile. "Why don't I make us some tea? I still have hot water. They haven't turned it off yet."
As she walked away Sheldon watched her robe, which ended just above her well-toned thighs sway against her skin. He didn't want tea.
"I couldn't sleep either," Penny said as she pulled out two mugs. "I could use some tea myself."
He was sure the tea would help, but his lurid thoughts were too much to bear. Any excuse to touch her would work in his favor.
Penny was definitely more on edge after her post shower session had been interrupted and the source was in her kitchen taunting her. She had been so proud of herself for being able to walk away, she hadn't planned for the temptation to follow her. She could have just dragged him into the bedroom, instead she was making tea. Another good move, but it was barely working.
She caught movement from the corner of her eye and turned to find Sheldon watching her. The look he gave her nearly made her groan out loud. Yep. He was awake for the same reason she was. They should be taking it slow, she knew, but the alternative was so much more alluring.
Penny cleared her throat and made one last attempt for both of them. "What kind of tea would you like?"
His voice was an octave that made her stomach flip, "Actually, I don't really want tea."
"It'll help us both relax," she tried again.
"I was going to suggest the same relaxation technique you used before… since I never got to give you a massage in return."
You gave me plenty in return, Dr. Cooper, Penny thought, but Penny wasn't one to turn down a massage.
"Okay sure, why not." She muttered defeated. So much for self-control.
Penny turned back to walk to the couch and found Sheldon taking her by the arm.
"Actually why don't we go to the bedroom."
Penny couldn't fight a smile, "Yes, why don't we."
"I'm happy you're willing," he replied in that same low drawl that made her so weak willed.
She entered her room, brilliant scientist in tow and asked, "Well, how could I say no?"
"Quite easily I'd think."
"Maybe not as easy as you think, Dr. Cooper."
The heated look she gave Sheldon made him think they might just skip the middle man right there, but he finally had a scenario to satisfy a few of his curiosities all at once.
He let his eyes wander over her again, she wore small black shorts and a loose pink top made of thin material. At this point the robe she wore was a hindrance.
"Why don't you take off your robe, Penny."
She did so meeting his gaze, nearly challenging him as she languidly pushed the material off her shoulders and let the sleeve of her top slip off her shoulder. It was difficult to move to sit behind her instead of pinning her right then and there. But, no. He would draw this out for both of them.
Letting his hands rest on her now nearly bare shoulders he recalled his anatomy courses and began to work his hands over her muscles. She made small moans indicating her pleasure and he moved his hands lower, over her sides and down to the small of her back.
"Hmm. I can't reach the lower area. Why don't you lay down?"
Penny lied down on her stomach across the width of her bed and he began working downward once more. He noticed her shorts left nothing to the imagination and moved more deliberately down to her calves and feet.
"That feels amazing Sheldon, usually I pay little Asian women $100 for this kind of treatment."
Sheldon stopped at the mention of that amount of money. "Good lord Penny, for a massage? You balk at ordering non-dollar-menu items!"
"Yea, well, now that I know how talented you are I won't have to spend so much."
Her words brought to mind a jarring thought. Could this become common place? Would he become so used to these acts that they become routine.
Would it really be so bad? He asked himself.
As she moaned again he found the thought more and more appealing.
"Turn over, so I can try another technique."
Penny complied as he removed his robe. She propped herself up on her elbows.
"You know those flannel pajamas look too warm. Maybe you should take them off."
It wasn't a bad suggestion, since touching her had only made his need grow. Without hesitation he pulled the flannel top over his head to reveal the white plain shirt underneath. Penny was watching him now with a look he was coming to really like.
"Is this better?" He asked moving to lean next to her on the bed.
She nodded. He knew it was time for his suggestion.
"Penny, I would like to conduct another experiment, if you're willing."
She gave him a knowing smile, "Oh?"
He leaned forward and she parted her lips but instead of kissing her he whispered in her ear. A slightly strangled yelp left her lips as he made his proposal. Her hand snaked around his neck and she softly laughed, "Seriously?"
"If you don't want to, I completely-" he started but she cut him off.
"No, it's fine but… oh my god. . ." she trailed off her breath hitching as she leaned back against the bed. She couldn't believe this was happening he'd gone zero to 60 in 24hrs.
She stared blankly at her ceiling, the one she'd gotten to know so intimately and she felt nervous. She shouldn't she knew but she did.
Penny felt his weight shift and then his hands gently tugged at her shorts and she lifted her hips for him. Her heart thudded as she felt his lips on her thigh, then her inner thigh and then she was grabbing the sheets tightly.
"Seriously," she moaned, then the noises were completely incoherent. She bucked against the feeling and was quickly getting overwhelmed. She murmured his name and she heard herself cry out but then she felt the waves crashing over her. She was so close and then he stopped. She was about to protest but she felt Sheldon grab her hip and move between her legs.
"Yes," she said, barely processing her own thoughts, grabbing him and pulling him close. "I want this."
"That makes two of us," he said, thrusting smoothly into her.
For the first time in his life, Sheldon had to admit this was better than science. He felt Penny's fingertips digging into his shoulder and he let his need take over. He moved into her again and again hearing her gasps and murmurs change into a climax before he let himself pull away for his own relief.
They laid there for a long time before Sheldon realized he was dozing.
"Kenja Taimu," Sheldon said aloud, breaking Penny's blurred staring contest with the wall. She had been in a half-dozing state after curling into Sheldon's side.
"What's that?"
"A Japanese phrase that I have been trying to remember all day."
"What does it mean?"
"It's a post-orgasmic state when a man's thoughts are no longer impaired by sexual desire."
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