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Penny spent the rest of her day nursing her hangover. She still felt awful after her shower and her body didn't want to keep down anything. She tried to distract herself from Sheldon, but her attempts were futile. He was so embedded in her life, in her apartment, it was hard to escape him. She started making Penny Blossoms and thought she could drop them off at the farmer's market tomorrow, but as she sang a work song, she thought of him. He was supposed to be there singing it with her. Give me some time to blow the man down. She smiled at the memory. She tried to watch some television, but the only good thing that was on was Firefly. Can't watch that. She tried cleaning, but thought that Sheldon would do a much better and thorough job. She sighed and decided that she was going to take a walk and clear her head. She needed some fresh air. She tossed on her runners, grabbed her house key and opened the door. A flash of red caught her eye. She looked down and in front of her door was a single carnation sitting on top of a card. Her eyes scanned the hallway and settled on his door. She quickly picked up the items and brought them back into her apartment. The scent of the flower was sweet and crisp. She smiled and her heart started beating faster. Her shaky hands opened the plain white card and two tickets fell out. She quickly picked them up and looked at them; two tickets to a classical concert at the Pasadena Symphony next weekend. She wanted nothing more than to run across the hall and into Sheldon's arms. She set down the tickets on the coffee table, along with the flower. The white unadorned card had nothing on the front. The paper felt thick in her fingers. She opened it up and it read: "Please forgive me." in Sheldon's neat precise handwriting. She clutched the card to her chest and closed her eyes. Her heart wanted to fix this so badly, but her brain reminded her that he hurt her. She wasn't sure if she could forgive him. Not wanting to get hurt again, she was tempted to throw away the card, scalp the tickets for a cool $700 and stomp the flower into the ground. She couldn't though. The card smelled of him, he had helped her appreciate classical music and the flower was beautiful. She sat on the couch and picked up the flower. She held it under her nose, breathing in its sweet scent. The petals were a bright red. They were full and perfect. The stem was a dark green that contrasted beautifully against the brightly colored petals. She knew that he would remember what kind of flowers she preferred. She recalled their walk and how they walked in near silence, appreciating the beauty around them. It was a perfect first date. She tossed down the flower and got up off the couch. She still needed to clear her head. Her mind was swimming with confusion and heart ached when she remembered him rejecting her and how quickly he had become cold and distant. She walked out into the hallway and glanced at 4A for a few moments. She wondered if he was on the other side of the door at this very minute, if he had watched her pick up the items he had left for her, and if he was watching her now. She quickly strode toward his door, but disappeared down the stairwell instead. oOoOoOoOoOo Over the course of the next few days the crimson flowers that waited for her outside her door grew exponentially. Sunday, she received two more. Monday, four. Tuesday, eight. It was Wednesday and Penny still hadn't given him an answer. She took his apologies and selfishly stowed them away in her apartment. She arrived home later in the evening and there were no carnations waiting for her. Her heart sunk a little. Maybe she should have given him an answer sooner, he had probably stopped trying. She sullenly walked into her apartment and dropped her bag by the door. She began to walk toward the fridge when there was a knock at her door. Making her way back to the front door, she opened it. There he was. It must have killed him to not finish his knocking ritual. He was wearing his Green Lantern jersey t-shirt with a red thermal underneath. He looked like he hadn't slept well over the past couple of days. Stubble shaded his jawline and his eyes were bright. How she missed those blue eyes. In his hands he held a bouquet of thirty pink, white and red carnations. He looked nervous and he was unconsciously biting his bottom lip. She looked into his face and could see that he was searching hers. What was he looking for? She quickly masked her emotions, so he couldn't read her. Not that he really could have anyway. "Hi." He hesitantly said. His heart hammered in his chest at the sight of her. She looked well. He tried to read her expression, but failed. "Hi." She returned the hesitation. He looked like a rugged man, instead of an over-grown six year old. "These are for you." He said offering the flowers. She gently took them from him and their fragrance invaded her senses. "Can I come in?" He quickly asked. She looked into his face and could see that he was very sincere. She wanted to kiss his sweet lips, but she wanted to talk about everything first. She could have easily gone over to him at his first apology. She wanted to make sure he meant it. "Sure, come on in." She said as she gave in. She suppressed the urge to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his neck. She missed his crisp, refreshing scent. They took their respective spots on her couch. She set the flowers on the coffee table. This felt all too familiar. The nervous energy that was present when he told her that he wanted to be with her hung thick in the air, though this time it was a different kind of nervousness that they both felt. It sat like a rock on a piece of wet tissue paper. "Penny, I'm sorry." He started, talking into his fidgeting hands. They wanted to reach out and touch her, but he kept his intentions in check. "I was a fool. I should have never pushed you away." He finished quickly looking up into her eyes. They were the perfect shade of green, a little dark around the edges, but got lighter toward her pupils. They were like tiny slivers of diopside. Her eyes sparkled with tears and his heart ached. "I don't know if I can forgive you, Sheldon." She stated, biting her lip to keep it from quivering. She was not going to cry. She had already given him too much of her emotions and she refused to show him her hand. She had to play her cards close to her chest. His heart sunk. He knew she would say that. He couldn't forgive himself for his actions either. "How am I supposed to trust you?" She asked. She looked at his twisting hands, wanting to reach out and physically stop them. She was right to be concerned. "I don't know." He confessed. The one thing in the universe that he didn't know was how to make her forgive him. He just wanted to feel her body against his. He looked down again. "Sheldon, you really hurt me. I wasn't lying when I told you that you broke my heart." She told him. He nodded as a tear splashed into his hands. Her voice rung clearly in his mind when she repeated those words. He had left her heart broken. He couldn't let himself cry again. He took a deep breath and looked into her face. "I don't know how to make this right, but you have to let me try." He said just above a whisper. If she denied him, he didn't know what he would do. He needed her. She felt her stomach doing flip flops until it settled into a ball of stress. He was right. She had to give him a chance to redeem himself. "Next time we have a fight, I want you to talk to me about it. I want to be there to support you and we should be able to work through it. Relationships aren't easy and I need you to commit yourself to it." She explained. He quickly nodded and hesitantly reached out to touch her hand. The touch sent a shock flying up his arm. He suddenly felt like he was present, like her touch breathed life into him. "Penelope, I am truly sorry." He said while twisting his hands into hers. She let a single tear fall down her cheek before she pulled her hands away from him. She needed more, so she brought her hands up to the back of his head and pulled him toward her. Their lips met and that spark once again ignited. Sheldon felt a wave of relief wash over him. They moved their lips in perfectly composed movements, making up for lost time. His tongue found hers and gently prodded and massaged her. She ran her hands through his hair and brought them to his jaw. She ran her fingers over Sheldon's scruff and smiled into his mouth. His baby soft hair was such a harsh contrast compared to his rough cheeks. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. With her chest pressed against his, he could feel his heart beating in sync with hers. He broke their kiss and continued his way along her cheek, and down her neck until he was nuzzled into her vanilla scented strands. She returned his hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. She squeezed tightly and breathed him in, his stubble scratched against her cheek. She was afraid that if she let him go, he wouldn't stay. "I love you, Penny." He said into her hair. He had to say it, he needed to release the emotional burden that was plaguing him for so long. She smiled and pulled away. She felt her heart swell. She knew that, for years, she felt the same and couldn't contain her response. "I love you too, Sheldon." She said as she brought him back to her lips. The passion between them built as they shared each other's embrace. She couldn't deny that she was happy. It was too long to wait for him to touch her like that. She didn't ever want to let him go again. If she did, she would surely die. They snuggled on the couch for the rest of the evening while watching a movie, stealing sweet kisses from each other. Sheldon didn't even care that he was missing out on Halo and new comic books.
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