Since it's been over a year, I decided to give you all something super smutty. If you don't like it, skip everything past the first section. Enjoy!

Next chapter will be about Penny and Sheldon's Fourth of July Vacation

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Sheldon peered at Penny's tear streaked face while simultaneously going through every event that had transpired over the past 24 hours. Had he done something to vex her? Was her cycle starting?

A wrong guess could only aggravate things, so he opted to watch and wait.

Penny moved to her couch and sat pulling a pillow to herself, clutching it to herself like a life preserver.

"I saw Amy today," she finally muttered into the fabric, not meeting his eyes.

He didn't anticipate the cold trickle at the back of his neck her words would cause. Sheldon reached his hand up to cradle the spot convulsively. A myriad of emotions assaulted him, distress being the primary one. He sat next to Penny unsure of what to say.

"I told her everything – well, not everything, but," Penny paused struggling for words. "She knows about us."

Us. The word held such a simple meaning but held so much weight. That was a problem for another time.

"How did she react?" Sheldon asked as he truly could not imagine what kind of response this information would trigger.

"Well, she was definitely upset with me. I feel like a complete ass. Of all the people I could have hurt I never wanted it to be Amy."

"I still don't understand. She terminated the relationship contract on her own terms."

She gave him a look he couldn't decipher, "You can't factor emotions into a contract, Sheldon."

"Of course I can – and I did!" he felt something brewing beneath the surface of his speech. Something he had stamped down for some time. This conversation surrounding Amy was something he didn't want to bring up, but there it was, threatening and dissatisfying like a bad roll in D&D. "You do recall the terms in which she terminated our agreement, don't you? If not, then I will abate any doubts you have with the simple fact that she had feelings for another. I outlined the clause myself, believing that any relationship that was made of convenience should still leave room for the unpredictability of emotions."

There was a heat in his voice he hadn't expected. Was he angry? Of all things to be now, he didn't understand why it was anger. He assessed Penny's demeanor. Red puffy eyes, body averted, still clutching the pillow to her tightly. This made whatever emotion he was experiencing amplify. He stood.

"I have let a great deal of change into my life recently – and if I'm totally candid, I'm not entirely opposed to it. Amy's emotions led her to terminate our relationship agreement based on terms clearly outlined and accounted for. What prevents me from doing the same?"

He waited for an answer and Penny fidgeted, "I – I don't understand."

"Let me be frank then. I seem to have somehow fallen for the least likely candidate in the world for my affections. Maybe it was on the rooftop, maybe it was during one of our trysts. I don't know –"

The words were pouring out now and he circled the couch to arrive at the door. "Now, we have a flight to catch tomorrow, so I suggest you pack and get some rest."

As he opened the door he felt it swing open harder than he intended and that alarmed him. Had he ever had an outburst like this? He couldn't recall.

A gentle hand touched and then squeezed his shoulder, "Sheldon, wait."

Her hands on him stoked that fire that only she seemed to have fodder for and he felt it merge with the one already burning. He turned to find her shockingly close.

"Don't leave like this, just let me –"

But he didn't have the patience to listen to whatever it was she wanted. His lips collided with hers, the wonderful release of endorphins he needed in this tense moment cascaded over him. He brought a hand clumsily and roughly to her hip. Penny moved awkwardly stumbling as she clutched at his shoulders. Thus far he had been easing into things, letting them happen around him. It was time to reign in the chaos and take control of his life again. Starting with this.

He closed the door with one hand and once he had assured it was locked moved further into the room with Penny. She was reciprocating his actions nicely a hitch in her breathing told him she wanted more. He brought his lips down to that familiar spot on her neckline and when she grabbed onto his shoulders he took the opportunity to grip her thighs and wrap her legs around him, setting her weight on the arm of the couch. She moaned his name into his ear, dragging her nails into his hair and he pushed himself against her. The denim already felt too warm and restricting. It would be gone soon. Now, however he ran his tongue against her racing pulse. More encouraging sounds were quickly followed by a sharp gasp as he nipped her sensitive flesh, then sucked roughly for a fleeting moment. If he had performed the action correctly there would be the smallest of marks remaining. The execution was simple enough and the message was clear.

"Sheldon! Did you just-" Penny's words were muffled as he kissed her again pulling her unsteadily to her feet. After the taste of her lips began to give him a head change he pulled back a fraction.

"Yes." He stated bluntly. "Take off your shirt for me."

"Wha -What?" Penny heard herself asking. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant, but she was having a hard time focusing. This was hot. Like, REALLY hot. First, he went down on her last night and now this? She thought the surprises were over, but apparently, she was very wrong.

"Take your shirt off for me." He repeated, but this time he pulled off his own shirt, leading by example.

Fixated she pulled her shirt over her head and before she had it completely off she felt his lips on her midriff. This motivated her to take it a step further. If he wanted to go fast, she would keep up. She unzipped and shimmied out of her jeans letting them slide to the floor. In that time, Sheldon had found the clasp of her bra and made quick work of it. It joined the rest of her clothes.

Her senses were suddenly razor sharp. She felt his mouth trailing kisses up the middle between her breasts and then on her nipples. She smelled his familiar clean scent. Penny used his shoulders for leverage, so she wouldn't melt onto the floor. He moved his mouth up to kiss her lips once and then lead her back into her bedroom.

Once in the door he rotated quickly so she ended up hitting the bed with the back of her thighs and into a sitting position. Sheldon looked down on her and she caught a full view of his expression. His eyes focused on her with full determination and a slight smirk graced his lips. She was struck just then by how incredibly handsome this man was. It made her feel so unnerved just then she backed up onto the bed, crawling backwards. She felt briefly powerless and that made her hornier than a virgin on prom night.

Sheldon removed his belt and trousers keeping his eyes on Penny in the moonlight through her bedroom window. She still had panties on. Interesting.

Once he had stripped completely he moved onto the bed. A bed as familiar to him as his own now. He took his time running his hands over her ankles up to her calves then thighs. She was so soft, and he reveled in it.

Moving his palms under her he reached the back of her hips, finding the edge of her panties and pulling downward. Once they reached her knees he stopped. She was biting her lip every so slightly and he could feel her body anticipating him. He felt a moment's hesitation. This was her realm, she was the experienced one in this situation. Thus far it was a guided experiment based entirely on scant research and instinct on his part.

"What's wrong?" she murmured, her tone sounded disappointed as he backed up slightly.

Women who looked like Penny were a fantasy for guys like him. She was a good person with a kind soul and it had been wasted on someone as shallow as Leonard. He would not make the same mistakes. This train of thought made his actions more deliberate and slower.

"Nothing at all," he replied. He had backed up enough to nearly be off the bed, but he took her ankles into his hands and brought them together lifting them over his right shoulder as he moved forward again. Her breath hitched in the way he liked as positioned himself against her, then met her gaze.

She heard her own pleasured cry ring out into the room as he buried himself. He drew back nearly completely before rocking into her again. It felt amazing and she found herself wanting to turn the tables, but in this position, he held her legs firmly as he thrusted, so she couldn't maneuver.

"God, Sheldon I want more," she said trying to pull her legs away and adjust so she could pin him and ravish him the way she wanted.

Sheldon only gripped her legs tighter, "That can be arranged." His voice was gruff and his drawl more pronounced than she'd ever heard it. Then he caught her by surprise with a firm slap on her exposed flesh before increasing his pace.

What the hell has gotten into him, she thought as pleasure racked her body. Then her own mind corrected her with the simple words control freak.

Hadn't he always been like this? Wanting things his way? Instinctively she wanted to counter him, but it was so overwhelming she reached her orgasm quickly. He slowed in response draping her legs down around him and trailing soft kisses along her jaw. She wrapped her arms around him wondering briefly if he had already finished and she didn't notice, except that he began moving again. His fingertips grazed the back of her neck and he gripped her hair just tight enough to be almost relaxing. This was uncharted territory for her. Sure, she had had guys who had gotten a little rough in the bedroom, but this wasn't rough. It was something else. Something she'd have to think about later when she wasn't being ravished.

Because he was so focused it was easy for Sheldon to control his thrusts to delay his own release. Taking Penny's lips against his felt hers move greedily in response gripping his shoulders and digging her nails in. Carefully he braced himself, so he could remove her hands from his shoulders.

"Sorry," Penny began to apologize. "Did I hurt you?"

Her words trailed off as he palms against hers and entwined their fingers. "Not at all," he murmured letting his lips touch her fingertips. "I like it when you show your enthusiasm."

Sheldon brought her hands to rest on either side of her face kissing her once more. "but it's very distracting while I'm trying to fuck you."

He couldn't distinguish the look on her face. A mixture of shock and desire he supposed. He meant the words to be matter of fact. That was what they were doing wasn't it? Not their normal encounters where everything was asked for or briefly discussed. He was enjoying it immensely.

Shifting his weight so she was pinned by their entwined hands he picked up rhythm. It didn't take long for her to tighten around him for the second time and he let himself follow.

In the haze that followed, Penny lied in their usual position with her head on his chest and both slightly slick with sweat. She was dozing off now exhausted after the emotional toll of the day. She knew this didn't solve anything and she still didn't know where they stood.

However, she couldn't suppress the smile that rested on her lips as she repeated his words in her head.

I seem to have somehow fallen for the least likely candidate in the world for my affections.

A/N I hope you enjoyed that update. Let's see what happens at the fourth of July picnic!