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In My Thoughts, Always	By : Amelia_Jade Category: 1 through F > The Big Bang Theory Views: 29330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: In no way shape, or form do I own anything related to Big Bang Theory. I just play with the characters in naughty, naughty ways.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Chapter 10 in Sheldon's POV.
Reviews are encouraged and eagerly awaited.
Where we left off:
She made herself mine, and I will show her that I will never give that up, or allow her to become anyone else's.
I will show her these things.
Tonight.
By morning's light she will be quite educated on these topics.
As I said before, she couldn't have a better teacher.
I smirk at her.
Bold is emphasis
Italics are flashback
I own Nothing
Sheldon is starting at the end of his smile from Ch 8.
S POV
It is when Penny stands up that I am reminded of the fact that she is an aspiring actress.
She is trying so hard to look confident, that it is almost hard to see her falter in the face of my greater confidence.
Almost.
One of the first things Penny is going to have to learn about being in a relationship with me is that there is only one Alpha male, and while she is an Alpha female, I am the leader of this pack.
She stomps her foot in frustration. "Sheldon, I do not have to do what you say! I am not your girlfriend, your slave, or your employee!..."
Oh Penny, if you only knew.
"...You're one of the most confusing and frustrating individuals I've ever met! You act one way for forever and then you just, 'WHOOSH!'..."
She is so cute ranting and pacing there that I cannot help but smile.
She does not see it because she is very deep into her rant at this point.
It's when she makes the rocket noise that I realize she is getting very worked up.
I raise my eyebrows at her in a mixture of confusion and amusement.
"...you just change! Why? Why, Sheldon! I'm so confused...you're one of my best friends, why are you doing this to me?"
Oh, tears.
Penny, no.
No tears.
I know that she is being over emotional and a bit irrational but I do not ever want her to have tears in her eyes, especially because of me.
"Well? Aren't you going to say something!"
Apparently I am a little too much into my own head and I did not respond to her inquiries in a timely enough manner for her.
This has gone on long enough.
I cannot bear to see her in this much distress.
"Penny! Stop!"
I grab her by the shoulders and I can tell she is caught off balance as she falls into me. I relish the light contact she makes with me.
"Penny you need to stop yelling and calm down! I will explain everything, but you need to be calm, ok?"
I say this in a calmer voice than my first words because I can tell she is shocked by my raised voice.
I do not like to raise my voice as I see no point for it when I can use a normal tone and get my point across just as well.
This situation required something drastic to get her attention though.
Penny sighs and seems quite deflated as I say, "Penny, please calm down. No matter what else I have done, I have never meant to upset you.".
And I truly had not meant to upset her.
In all things I do and will do in the name of having Penny, meaning to upset her is not one of them.
"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you Sheldon. I just want answers, please?"
She starts moving her hands toward her back. I deduce that the stress and frustration she has been under has knotted her muscles and caused them to spasm painfully.
"I sense that you are tense Penny, would you like me to help?"
I realize that right now Penny is too upset to be dealt with using my normal level of confidence; I need to put her off of her guard and have her comfortable. The only way to do that is by giving her an attitude she is familiar with.
Me upset over a confrontation.
Now, I really am against all confrontation because they really do make me uncomfortable, so the act is not so much an 'act', but I am using her sensitivity to my feelings to calm her.
It seems to be working if the tenseness leaving her frame is any indicator.
Good.
"Sure, sweetie, if you can. I have had this knot in my left shoulder blade for like a week now and I haven't had any luck fixing it."
She has been in pain and I have not known of it.
I have a flash of anger at her, as I feel if she had just dealt with my attention with more grace, I could have solved this situation much sooner and there would have been no need for her extended pain.
I let it go in a silent breath.
She cannot be blamed for her ignorance. I have made more than certain that she remains so about my feelings up until now and I cannot hold my excellent acting skills against her.
"No, no, no Penny..."
I hold her by the shoulders and she feels so fragile underneath my hands.
I apply just the right amount of pressure to her shoulders and say, "...you must lie down."
Her body temperature rises exponentially at my words and actions.
So kitten likes to be ordered and directed.
That is very good information to have.
I keep these thoughts to myself and raise her legs up onto the couch, and for one of the only times in my life I have to reinforce my control to keep from doing something premature.
Like rubbing up her legs to that edible gluteus maximus.
She is laying face down on the couch now and she is so beautiful.
Her hair is splayed across her back and her pajamas are so adorable.
I just take a moment to observe her laying in repose.
"Now, Penny, relax."
Another step in getting her to relax is putting her back into a perceived position of power.
"Sheldon, you can't order someone to relax."
I knew she would say that. I smile before I respond.
"Well, ok then."
I clear my throat before 'correcting' myself.
"Please, relax Penny."
She does so very well, and now the next step begins.
I lift my leg over her and straddle her gently. No need to spook her unnecessarily.
"Very good, Penny. Now I am going to lift and remove your shirt."
I am already well on my way to performing this action before she realizes what is going on.
"WHOA!"
Drat.
In my haste to move the evening along I miscalculated her level of comfort and tiredness.
She was supposed to be more lax before I attempted this.
My mistake.
I cannot let my currently overactive libido blind me to the ultimate goal.
By the end of this evening, Penny will be mine.
Not that she has not been mine since the moment I viewed her, but this will be when she realizes that she is mine.
An important occasion that deserves more than to be rushed.
I take a deep breath and center myself.
I then observe something that forces me to exert all the control I possess.
She has turned around with her shirt half off with me still holding the hem tightly.
She is half bare and I have a very good view of her midriff.
I can feel myself harden against her buttocks and it takes everything in me to not just tear her shirt off.
I know I am not as physically strong as most men, but I am a physicist.
I can calculate where on this shirt is structurally weak enough and how much force I would need to exert to achieve the desired result.
Which would be Penny without this particular shirt.
I come back to myself from my thoughts and notice my very obvious physical reaction to Penny has worsened and that she has noticed.
How can she not, the evidence is more than pressed up against her right now.
She seems to be deep in her own thoughts and I take advantage of her inattentiveness as multiple scenarios and ways to handle this situation fly through my brain.
So kitten likes to be ordered and directed.
Right.
"Turn back around Penny."
The tone of my voice shocks not just Penny but myself as well.
I was unaware of my voice's ability to become that baritone.
Penny seems to enjoy it.
I continue.
"Lift your arms Penny."
"Sheldon, no. There is no reason to take my shirt off."
Hmmm.
She seems to be determined to hold onto that shirt.
"Penny."
I attempt to warn her with my tone and her name.
"What?"
More defiance. I use a harder note to my voice and hope it conveys the seriousness I am feeling.
"Lift your arms...now, Penny."
If she defies me after this command I do not know what I will do as I am at the end of my metaphorical rope in terms of my control.
I am no less aroused though.
She still is not responding, but I can sense that it is not out of a sense of defiance and more out of her inattentiveness again.
Her thinking is taking too long so I decide to move forward.
Slipping her shirt off, I busy my hands with folding and smoothing the fabric before I just start touching her everywhere.
I need a moment to breath.
I need a moment to think.
I see, more than hear, Penny sigh and settle on the couch and I take a few seconds to admire the curves and lines of her.
Beautiful.
My Golden Fairy.
I just place my hands upon her back and it is like an electrical charge has run itself through my body.
My whole body trembles for one infinitesimal second.
I must do something.
"There are many different types of massage, and each type uses its own variety of techniques."
I feel the knowledge form in front of my eyes and provide me with the stability to continue without faltering.
"There are many types of massage that I am aware of and know how to perform, but right now I am performing a deep tissue massage, which uses strokes that reach the muscles and tissues beneath the skin."
I keep speaking and I can tell that the bland tone of my voice and the motion of my hands upon her are causing Penny to enter a trance like state, an interesting effect.
My efforts to control myself are also affecting Penny.
Must explore this further.
Maybe an experiment.
I look down at golden skinned fairy bare below me.
Another time.
I continue.
"The benefits of massage are many, and research has determined that the use of massage can help alleviate anxiety, reduce blood pressure, remedy depression and relieve pain."
I am using her trance to dig deeper into her back, and what would cause her pain under normal circumstances is now only causing pleasure.
This more than definitely needs extended exploration.
"Massage gets to the root of the pain by relaxing tense muscles and increasing flexibility. Massage also encourages blood flow to the affected muscles, which can bring increase oxygen and nutrients. All of this activity reduces swelling and stiffness and increases flexibility to help eliminate pain. Muscular therapy also releases endorphins and boosts your levels of serotonin and dopamine, all hormones your body produces to help you feel good, promote healing and pain management, and calm your nerves."
By the end of my lecture I am massaging the very prominent knot I have located in her upper shoulder.
Pressing down into it with force.
It is almost as if her brain is not processing or is even blocking the pain I know she should be feeling.
Fascinating.
She is writhing against me in her pleasure and I find that I have been thrusting my throbbing erection against her luscious bottom leisurely.
It feels so good.
I throw my head back with my hands still on her back slowly smoothing back and forth.
I continue my thrusting as I promote good blood flow into her back with my light massage.
"How do you feel? Does your back feel better?"
My voice is smaller than expected, but in the silence of the apartment still sounds overly loud.
"I feel loads better, sweetie. Thank you."
I sigh at her words.
If I know Penny, and I can guarantee that I do, now will be the time she tries her hand at escaping.
Not happening.
I keep her in place easily as she is still quite listless from my massage.
She is like a butterfly fluttering in my grasp.
I use her momentum in moving forward to flip her so that she is facing me.
We do nothing but observe each other for minutes.
She is holding her chest, as if she has anything to hide from me.
A part of me wants to snatch her hands away, and tell her that she has no right to keep herself from me.
MeeMaw's voice filters through my head.
"Now, Moonpie, you can' go 'round feelin' entitled to things. 'Specially when others don' even know who it would be belongin' to."
I sigh.
MeeMaw is right, and Penny is not an object and I never want to feel that way about her.
She is special and I feel gratified that she is here with me like this.
I want to make sure she never wants to leave.
The worst way to do that would be to force her hand.
Right now anyway.
I realize Penny is not going to say anything, and that is ok, because I have some things I feel we need to discuss.
"Penny, I feel like we are quickly moving to a point of no return..."
I observe her look of incredulity at my statement, but continue without interruption.
"...and I feel I must explain some things to you, before we reach that point. Would that be agreeable?"
She nods and I decide there is no more waiting.
"Now, I want you to ask any questions you have. I said that you would have your answers, and you will. Ask."
I know that I am demanding she ask me questions and I am also more than aware that she will quite possibly ask me questions I am not, at this moment, prepared to answer, but I am getting impatient.
I will have to think on my feet, so to speak, if she should pose any questions I need to avoid answering.
"Ok, well. Can I have my top back before we start this?"
Not only am I annoyed that she is once more trying to cover herself from me, but due to my frustration I am also extra annoyed due to her incorrect grammar.
"No, you MAY not have your shirt back."
I ignore her glance and continue my breathing.
"Alllllright. No shirt. Got it. Anyway, kiiiinda awkward, but ok."
Penny always knows just how to deal with my moods. It is only one of the reasons that I love her.
With one amusing sentence she calms me and settles the raging inferno in my mind.
"Why have you been acting so weird these last few weeks?"
For as unpredictable and chaotic as Penny can be, she also has the unexpected ability to be predictable as well.
This is the first question I expected her to ask. In being the first one I expected, I denounced it in the face of her unpredictability.
And there it is.
She is truly an enigma.
I could not ask for a better mate.
"I could ask you to explain how I have been acting as you say 'weird' for the last month, but I will not. In the interest of expediting this situation I will just take the question to mean how have I been acting 'out of the ordinary' towards you. The simplest way I can phrase the answer is, that I want you."
I know she was not expecting such a straight forward answer.
I want to show her that for all of my 'obsessive compulsive' tendencies and for as predictable as I can be, I am also unpredictable as well.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"You want me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Because you're Sheldon Cooper and you have never shown any interest in anything other than physics and comic books since I have known you and from what I understand since before that."
Penny, Penny, Penny...
"Well now Penny that is just not true. I have shown great interest in many other things than just physics and comic books, such as video games, koalas, trains, cleaning, organizing, electronics...well...needless to say the list could go on, but for the sake of the conversation I will assume you are specifically talking about females and intercourse. No I have not shown preoccupation in these things because I have not been interested in them. Until you..."
I want her to realize how serious I am here, so that there are no questions about my intentions or actions.
I notice how my seriousness makes her nervousness rise.
She will just have to deal with it.
"...you are so much more than a female, or a partner for intercourse. You are Penny. I have admired you since the moment I viewed you. You are the most interesting, beautiful, and special being I have met since myself..."
I can see her surprise at my words but I cannot focus on her reaction or I will falter and I do not want that.
I continue.
"...and you are my best friend. I trust you, I care for you. You are the only person I care about aside from my MeeMaw."
And it is true.
She is also the only person who understands me as only MeeMaw does.
I can tell she becomes confused about something.
Her next question answers what caused her confusion.
"If you have liked me since we met, why are you just doing something about it now? Why wait and let me have that disastrous relationship with Leonard?"
A good question that deserves a good answer.
"I could not interfere at the time, but I did tell both you and Leonard many times how terrible and doomed a relationship between you two would be. I have been infatuated with you from the beginning and wanted you since you chose my whiteboard first, but as I said I had never wanted a female in any way before. I am embarrassed to admit that I was nervous. I had been thrown into a situation that I had no experience in and as you know I am not one to jump into things without proper knowledge of said situation."
"I attempted many times to inform you of the mistakes you were making but you refused to listen to me and to your detriment."
I cannot help the glare that forms at her as my last sentence escapes me.
She proceeds to glare at me also.
"Well, did you ever think that the reasons I didn't listen were because you never explained yourself? Huh?"
The audacity.
"I should not have to explain myself. You should trust me."
"What? Sheldon I trust you now, but I didn't know you back then! I'm not going to trust some guy I just met."
If I do not take a deep breath and calm myself from her ridiculous statements, I will flip her right back over and 'paddle her till the cows come home' as MeeMaw used to say.
"The point is, Penny, that while I have not and do not want a relationship with another female, I do want one with you. I believe that should answer your first question. Next question."
I want to move on and I realize that by allowing Penny to question me I have given her power over the situation.
Another mistake.
I must keep my guard up around this minx or she will run roughshod all over me.
I also realize I must fight fire with fire and start massaging every available surface I can reach.
She is distracted and that is exactly what I want.
We both start using our hips to rub each other in just the right way when she speaks again.
"Ok."
She inhales on the word, and I have a feeling I am not going to like the next question very much. I am also a tad disappointed that I was not able to distract her enough to stem the flow of questions.
"Next question, what about Leonard?"
I can admit that the question is not without merit, especially for her and in her mind.
But for one of the rare moments in my life, I am overrun by my emotions and lose myself.
There is a voice in my head screaming at me.
That name should not cross her lips.
That name is keeping us apart.
Eliminate.
I have already thrust my aching erection against her multiple times before I gain control of myself once more and stop.
Exerting so much control over myself is starting to wear on me physically.
I collapse upon Penny and hope I am not suffocating her because I do not believe I could move if I wanted to.
"Let me make something perfectly clear, Penny."
She nods.
"Leonard, or any of them, our friends, have absolutely nothing to do with this."
I stop her from commenting on my previous statement, and I marvel at the softness of her lips.
"I do not care what any of them have to say. If they attempt to mock us, so be it, if they attempt to split us up, they will regret it, and if Leonard says or does anything to upset you I will make sure it never happens again. Do you understand?"
I remove my fingers reluctantly from her lips after her nod of acceptance.
"But Leonard is your friend, I don't want to be responsible for a rift or anything between you guys."
She is the sweetest individual I have ever met.
After the horrid way Leonard has treated her, she still has compassion for the little toad.
She is truly my Golden Fairy.
She asks me a question but I can barely recall it in the haze I am descending into due to her scent.
"Do you have any more questions, Penny?"
I am still slowly thrusting and I am feeling light headed due to insufficient blood flow caused by my extreme arousal.
She shakes her head in the negative.
"Good."
I am more than pleased.
All sensation in my body centers in my groin area in one instant, and in the next I feel Penny touching me all over and I am inundated with pleasure.
I feel a small tongue lick my Adam's apple and I lose what little oxygen I had saved in my lungs.
I hold her head to kiss her.
I need control back.
I shouldn't have taken it for granted that I could keep control with Penny.
I vow to be more vigilant in the future.
In the meantime, I am nervous, because I want this to be good, for her and for me.
This is special.
She is special.
We are special.
For all my knowledge of the subject, I am a virgin not just in the arena of coitus, but of physical intimacy as well.
I am nervous that I will not be good enough at it for Penny.
I can tell she feels my insecurity with the way she starts touching me just a bit softer, more gently.
Her pets and rubbing slow down, become more leisurely, less frantic.
I start chanting her name like a balm to my soul.
It is the only thing keeping me going and pushing me past my panic.
The thought that it is Penny I am doing this with.
My Golden Fairy.
In my arms.
"Sheldon."
"Do you realize how effervescent you are , Penny?"
The sentence is out before I even realize it has formed in my brain.
"Sheldon, wait."
She is stopping, she cannot stop now.
We are doing ok, right?
No, no, no.
Did I do something wrong?
"What, Penny?"
Please tell me.
I can fix whatever it is.
I do my best to hide my nervousness, but I have a feeling she senses it when she stands in front of me.
I dare not even attempt to hide the awe I feel at observing such radiance in front of me.
She is a vision of both purity and decadence.
Heavy, beautifully feminine breasts, free and without blemish, in front of me and all connected to the most gorgeous female I have ever encountered.
She touches me and smiles my smile.
The one just for me and says, "We need to go to the bed. Your first time should be special and certainly not on a couch."
I release all of my insecurities in one sigh and realize I should not have doubted my Golden Fairy.
"My 'first time' will be special because it is with you, Penny. The location is irrelevant."
"You are just too cute for words sometimes, you know that, Moonpie?"
"Penny..."
"Yeah, yeah. I know. 'Penny no one calls me Moonpie but MeeMaw.'"
"No, Penny, that was not what I was going to say."
"Oh?"
I want to give her a gift, and I know, while she will truly enjoy it, this is not enough. It is all I can do in this moment to show her my gratitude.
I stand.
"I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted..."
I cannot help but smirk at her facial expression.
A small scowl.
"...was 'Thank you, Penny'."
"Thank you for what?"
I cannot keep my hands off of her, and science help me, I do not want to.
"For being yourself, and for being my golden fairy. For moving across the hall and being my best friend."
"Your 'golden fairy'? What does that mean?"
"It means that in effect you are my Golden Fairy and I am your Moonpie."
With this one sentence I am giving her free reign to call me Moonpie.
Something I have never even allowed the woman who bore me, or the woman whom I shared a womb with to do.
Time.
Wasting.
I display a feat of physical strength I was not aware I had as I lift Penny and manage the walk to her bedroom without looking away from her eyes.
My eidetic memory and frequent viewings of her apartment through my cameras has allowed me more than a normal level of knowledge when it comes to the layout of her apartment.
I gently place her upon the bed and when she tries to sit up I hold her down with one arm.
"I am aware of your 'Big 'Ol Five' status, and I am also aware of my, ahem, lack of experience in matters of a physical nature, but I ask that you curb those impulses for the moment. There is an...experiment...I would like to conduct."
At the word 'experiment' Penny has a blush that exceeds the bounds I believed it would.
I take everything about her body in and then some.
Like I said, I have an eidetic memory. I only really need one look, and thanks to a lack of adhesive ducks and cameras I have seen it all more than once.
This is the one time I can look at her freely, no pretenses, nothing separating us and I take advantage of it.
Mine.
I start talking, my nervousness taking over again.
"You know, Penny, I have always loved your hair. Its color and texture. I especially love how you let it grow long."
Whatever is out there, let it help her should she ever cut her hair. I will not allow her within a mile radius of a pair of scissors should she ever try to destroy such beauty.
I am slowly exploring her features when I feel a nip on the tip of my finger.
There she lay grinning up at me.
The vixen.
"You never were good at following instructions were you, Penny?"
Her answer is awe inspiring.
"Well, maybe I just need the right teacher to instruct me, Dr. Cooper."
I am more aroused than ever, if possible.
I cannot help my need to obtain more oxygen at her statement.
So, my fairy has teeth. I also have teeth.
Game on.
"I have strict policies, Ms. Williams, and I was always for the idea of corporal punishment. I will not fail to utilize such tactics if it means developing a better student. Understand?"
She nods and I know I have won this round.
I have no false illusions that she has given up or surrendered.
This is a win.
Not a victory.
"That is not a good enough response Ms. Williams. Respond when I ask you a question."
In retaliation for her failure to comply I punish her and reward myself with a pinch to her sensitive nipples.
"Yes, Dr. Cooper, I understand."
Her answer is swift and worthy of a reward for us both.
I soothe the area gently and say, "Very good Ms. Williams. Now, let us continue."
I explore her with the eagerness of a child and the intentions of a 31 year old virgin.
She is everything I never knew I wanted in a female.
I reach the band of her pajama shorts and I am suddenly out of breath once more.
I quickly disrobe her and stand up.
There she is.
My perfection.
I need to be with her.
Besides, it is only fair that she not be the only nude one.
I attempt to slowly remove my clothing so that I can savor her reactions, but I am too excited to do much more than observe her reactions.
I am only drawn from my observation and disrobing when she tries to scoot upwards of the bed.
No.
"Stay where I put you, Fairy."
My clothes are gone before I realize I am nude.
I am not a religious person by any means ,and I certainly have never believed in the deity my mother has pledged her life to, but I have read the Bible.
If they had existed, I imagine this is how Adam and Eve would have looked at each other after partaking from the Tree of Knowledge.
Just observing each other in our arousal and infatuation with the other's anatomy.
Her gorgeous golden blonde hair, each strand glowing like it is radioactive.
Her emerald green eyes glinting at me in the dark like a feline's.
Her heart shaped face looking up at me with such trust and lust.
Breasts that I just want to bury myself into for the rest of our lives.
Breasts that I want our child to feed from one day.
Legs, her strong sturdy thighs and calves.
They have carried her to me.
"You're uncircumcised?"
The question surprises me and I fail to hide it when I glance at myself and raise my eyebrows in inquiry.
"Yes, one of the more fortunate decisions my mother made, thanks to my MeeMaw."
"Your MeeMaw decided to keep you uncircumcised?"
She sounds odd as she asks this.
I wonder if she has a problem with me being uncircumcised.
"Not necessarily. She just educated my mother of the benefits of allowing me to remain intact."
"Intact?"
"Yes, with a little extra maintenance, being uncircumcised is quite the benefit both medically and physically. Have you never seen an uncircumcised man, Penny?"
"Yes! I have seen one. I just..."
I do my absolute best to ignore that with my one question I have invited her to tell me of her seeing another man's penis, and do so by moving myself to where I most want to be at this moment.
Between her gorgeous thighs.
It is as I place myself there that she falters in her sentence.
Good.
It is in her falter that I can draw all the conclusions I need.
"You have never engaged in coitus with an uncircumcised male before."
She nods at my statement and I give an internal sigh of relief.
"I swear the next time you call it 'coitus' I am going to go all Nebraska on your ass, Sheldon!"
She's laughing and her breasts are moving so beautifully and her face lights up like the Eiffel Tower at midnight.
Eyes glowing bright green.
Gleaming white teeth.
Red, round apple cheeks.
I cannot help myself when I lean forward and force her to look at me when I say, "I like that I am a first for you also."
And I do. More than she will ever comprehend.
What she will also realize soon is that I will be her last.
"Sheldon, you sweet, demented, beautiful mind genius guy, you are a first for me no matter what. I want you to know something before, well, before this. Ok?"
There are those words again.
'beautiful mind genius guy'
The words that have sealed her to me more binding than any science, or magic, ever could.
"I have had sex with only 2 other guys. You will be my third."
"Really?"
I am surprised.
She appears to have been with many men, but I believe her to be truthful by the vulnerability she is currently exhibiting and the lack of pulse reactivity I am monitoring at her jugular area.
"I go on a lot of dates, and I have done stuff with some of them, but I haven't slept with any of them. Why do you think they never come back? They only ever want one thing and I don't put out on the first date. I have slept with Leonard and Kurt."
That explains a lot.
"I have no opinion on your earlier partners or their numbers, Penny. I do regret that you have had such unfortunate partners so far in terms of intelligence, but hopefully our current circumstances show a breaking of that trend. Besides..."
I need to feel all of her with my next words.
"...you know I like to do things in threes, and there is a common saying that the 'third time is the charm', is there not?".
I add in a soft voice next to her ear, "Even though the idea of charms is hokum."
She bursts out into guffawing laughter and with every inhalation she rubs herself against me.
I start kissing and rubbing her just like the books said to, adding my own little touches to the lessons I have learned.
Just like in physics.
I know just where to place my touches and kisses to get the responses I want from Penny.
I may not have ever touched another woman intimately, but I have not had to.
I know my Penny, and I do what feels naturally.
It works.
I am facing her vagina, my nervousness while not as bad as before, is still there.
I inhale her and she smells like books and tangerines.
I start spouting off facts before I can stop myself.
"Did you know, Penny, that there are 8000 nerve endings in the clitoris, dedicated exclusively to female pleasure, while the penis only has 4000?"
I can feel she's a little frustrated at my stalling.
"No, Sheldon, I didn't know that."
"Now you do."
I move forward before I can stop myself with more information.
She tastes tangy, like an overripe peach and it is perfect.
"OH MY GOD!"
"There is no 'God' here. my Fairy, just Sheldon."
I do not want to stop, but I also do not want her to experience orgasm just yet either.
I stop.
I can feel her shock as she jerks toward me and looks at me with shock.
I feel a warmth burn in my chest at her look, because that proves to me more than words ever could that she enjoyed my attentions greatly.
I move up her body letting all of our nudity massage against each other.
"Penny, are you on any birth control?"
I know she is but I want to ask anyway, I know she will want to know why I am declining a condom and I will tell her, but letting her know that I am aware of both of her sexual statuses will set her off and we do not need that right now.
No sir.
"Yeah, I am."
She then asks the foreseen question.
"Do you...want to use a condom?"
I shake my head and I can tell she's shocked.
I reply.
"No Penny, I want nothing between us for our first time together. Besides, I know you are clean, I had you tested."
There it is, that look.
"You what?"
Yes sir. There it is.
"I had you tested, for well, just about everything."
Her face would be quite comical, if the situation was not so serious.
"Remember that 'Friend Questionnaire' I had you all take?"
She nods slowly.
"Well, I did take samples of everyone's blood and saliva. I had them tested for various diseases and ailments. You came back clean on all counts, and may I say, you have a very good red blood cell count."
I remember that day.
I only performed that sham of a questionnaire to get her blood sample.
There is no need for her to know of that though.
"Is that all?"
I am eager to continue.
She nods.
Ok.
Moment of truth.
Breathe Cooper.
I remember that I need to pull the foreskin of my penis back before entering Penny so that the skin does not irritate her or me during coi-I mean-intercourse.
Oh.
She is so warm and wet.
Pulsing.
Lovely.
Truly nothing like I have ever been able to comprehend or imagine.
Words begin to fail me as I reach the bottom of her.
We are one.
I absently hear Penny gasp and ask about my penis size and I answer.
"I am approximately 8 and one quarter inches long with a width of 2 inches."
I can only focus on not ejaculating and humiliating myself by taking in all of the expressions my Penny is exhibiting.
The she opens her eyes and gazes at me curiously. I know she is wondering why I am not thrusting and I am too embarrassed to tell her that I am afraid that if I do so I will let go of myself too early.
She narrows her eyes and I can sense her impatience and I agree with her.
I, too, am impatient.
I test myself with a shallow thrust and when everything looks hunky-dory, I attempt another and another and before I know it I am thrusting at an even pace.
Oh, the pattern of our thrusting is a beautiful thing.
Intoxicating.
Her eyes are my anchor to this world lest I be thrust into the outer atmosphere at any moment.
I do not want to stop the next sentence out of my mouth.
"I know that it is just perspiration beaded on your skin but in this moment you look like you are covered in diamonds, my Golden Fairy."
I can see tears, which also look similar to diamonds, begin to well into the corners of her eyes.
"You make me feel like I am covered in diamonds, my Moonpie."
Oh.
If I could, I feel I would melt into her at this moment with her statement.
I let myself go into her and she comes along with me for the ride of my life.
I kiss her with everything that I am.
The man.
The physicist.
The robot.
The abused child.
The commander.
The OCD nerd.
The friend.
Everything I have and everything of me is hers forever.
It is hers whether she wants it or not, and there are no return policies for this.
I will not let there be.
I observe Penny crying silently during her orgasm.
I have read about the release of hormones during orgasm and the possibility that this may happen but I am a little scared when it does.
I want the tears to be gone so I begin to wipe them away slowly.
"Are you ok, Penny?"
I know that I must sound like a small, insecure child at this moment and I annoy even myself but all Penny does is nod and hold me to her even more.
She really is perfect.
I do not want to leave her in any way at this moment.
I can feel my penis softening inside of her and my semen slowly leaking out between us but I do not care.
I want to hold onto and remain inside of my Golden Fairy for just a few minutes longer.
All good things come to an end.
We separate and lay next to each other nude as the day we were both born.
There is nowhere else I would rather be.
"You are so beautiful, Sheldon."
I have never had anyone compliment me for my physical appearance before.
I have been called cute, and I have been more than complimented for my genius.
Penny is the only female for me and I know just the perfect response to her statement as we lay here smiling at each other.
"Albert Einstein once said, "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science." And you, Penny, have been nothing but a mystery since I have met you."
She says nothing else.
I just kiss her.
OK Sheldon's POV done! What do you all think! Please be kind! Remember I have never done a sex scene before!
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