Collide, or, The Cooper-Ballard Convergence | By : FemmeBono Category: 1 through F > The Big Bang Theory Views: 4469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Cht 11
I finally find
You and I collide
"Whitney," Sheldon whispered, as he traced kisses over her face.
"Sheldon?" Whitney said groggily. She was grasping with her mind, clinging sleepily to traces of the dream she had been having. She had been only moments from a sweet release when suddenly the dream changed and instead of rolling with the waves of the Pacific as she wound around Sheldon, she was in fact rocking under the rhythm of the train. Whitney made a slightly frustrated whimper before it occured to her that Sheldon was leaning over her, his lips on her brow while his thumb traced lightly over her temple.
"Whitney," he said again softly. She realized now it was his voice that woke her. "You said you love me."
Before she could respond, his mouth found hers and his tongue dipped languidly between her lips. Whitney fisted a hand in his pajama top and ran the other underneath it, caressing his chest. She moaned softly when he shifted to lay more fully over top of her and she felt his erection pressing into her hip as he thrust gently.
Her hands started sliding more purposefully now, divesting him of his clothes. Sheldon began unbuttoning her shirt as well, kissing his way down as he went. He buried his face in her shoulder as he placed himself at her entrance, an instinct borne of millenia leading him to push slowly against her yielding softness.
"Oh dear lord!" he moaned, straining to regain control. Sheldon felt as if his eyes were going to cross when she moved against him and gripped his hips. His hands glided up from her sides and fisted in her hair as his mouth found hers again. They began moving together, spurred on by the movement of the wheels on the tracks beneath them.
Sheldon's one last coherent thought as he lost himself in the sensations bombarding him was that this was the best completion. She was the one thing in his life that made him feel as though all was well. The third knock, the sixth dumpling. His constant.
They moved together, thrust for thrust, the beating of their hearts quickening with their pace. Whitney's fingers dug in for purchase, spurring him on as he cupped his hands behind her shoulders for leverage while he plunged deeper still.
"Oh Whitney, I love you too," he said, feeling her core tighten against him.
Hearing his words sent Whitney tumbling over the edge of her release as she cried out. Her hands slid up to Sheldon's shoulders as she bucked under him one final time. She laid her forehead to his chest as she felt him stiffen up, his hands tightening in her hair as he stilled inside her. Whitney laid a kiss over his heart and murmured sweetly as he finally went limp against her, then she wrapped her legs around his, her arms around his waist.
"More than trains?" Whitney asked, smiling into his chest.
"Oh so much more than trains," he replied, spent.
"I love you more than trains, too, Shel."
She cradled him until the rocking of the train sent them both drifting off to sleep again, not waking until later that morning. When the light came streaming in through the window they put the covers over their heads and spent the morning conducting an age-old experiment in biology, not surfacing again until it was nearly time to detrain.
When the dynamic duo returned to 2311 Los Robles, the other inhabitants noticed a change in their fellow physicist. It was subtle, and anyone who did not know Dr. Sheldon Cooper would have no idea what it was, nor how momentous it was. But when Whitney Ballard and Sheldon Cooper entered apartment 4A, they did so holding hands. And when they stood and faced their friends to talk about how much they enjoyed their trip, the hand that held Whitney's moved casually to the small of her back and pulled her infinitessimally closer. That small gesture spoke volumes, but when he turned and placed a small kiss on her hair, the other occupants stifled a collective gasp and shared one small glance as they realized that their eccentric old friend finally had a deal. And her name was Whitney Ballard.
A/N: Thank you, Howie Day, for "Collide," the song that inspired the story.
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