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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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FINALLY Bernadette and Amy are here! lol
As always
Italics are flashbacks
bold is emphasis
Hope you enjoy!
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P-POV
Ok, so we agreed to move on from this entire confusing debacle (another Sheldon word, thank you), and go back to being just friends.
I'm not sure if this makes me happy or disappointed but I do know it's for the best. The other boys could not handle it if anything were to happen between me and Sheldon, especially Leonard.
Not to mention if anything were to happen in the relationship, our friendship would be irreparable and Sheldon couldn't handle that. After all, look at how he handled me and Leonard's breakup.
It was ridiculous.
In fact, it was his reaction that truly helped me to get over the whole breakup. Taking care of Sheldon during that time, like when me and Leonard argued and he ended up at the comic book shop in the middle of the night, was a great way of thinking through why Leonard and I were just not a good match.
Sheldon helped on that front as well.
During one of the rare moments I wasn't taking care of Sheldon because I was too sad over the breakup myself, to the point where I was considering getting back together with Leonard, he showed up and helped me to see the error of that train of thought.
It was weird though, he showed up just at the moment I had brought the topic up to Bernadette over the phone, knock, knock, knocking on my door in his weird OCD way only super speeded up.
As soon as I had opened the door he told me he needed to speak to me in private. That was weird too because I wasn't holding the phone when I answered the door. I had put it down near the couch.
It was like he knew I had been on the phone.
I had hung up with Bernadette and he had proceeded out of nowhere to go on about the pros and cons of getting back together with Leonard. It had really helped me see that there were really no pros to being in a romantic relationship with Leonard, and too many cons.
I thanked Sheldon afterwards, informing him that he had helped me from making a mistake and he had smiled at me like I had just offered him Leonard Nimoy's napkin again.
It was sweet.
Then the weirdest thing of all happened.
I asked him why he had come over, how he had known to come over at just the right moment as to stop me from making that mistake.
He had automatically switched back to Sheldon-ese and just started talking and talking to the point I tuned him out and just thanked him and pushed him out the door.
I only realized later on that night laying in bed that he had never really provided me with an answer.
It didn't really matter though, I guess, just a nice coincidence.
So I guess I'm happy that this whole thing is over and we can go back to being as 'normal' as we can.
I sigh and smooth down my hair as I reach the door, hoping that I don't look as flustered as I feel. It's as I reach for the door knob that I feel hands in my hair from behind.
I breathe in so fast and hard that I get lightheaded for a moment.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Hello, City of Denial. You're a pretty place to be!
The hands are up under my hair and are massaging my scalp. I close my eyes and my neck goes limp allowing the massaging fingers to do with my head what they will.
This thought snaps me out of it as I think of what else these hands could be directing my head to do, and I blush furiously at my dirty thoughts about giving the good Doctor head.
I can feel myself get hot in other places, too.
S-POV
I observe Penny at the door attempting to 'put herself together' after our charged conversation.
I see her smoothing her beautifully rumpled hair down and I cannot stand for that.
I move up behind her and I have never been happier with my large hands as when I see them sink into my Penny's golden hair and span the circumference of her head.
They cover her the way I want to cover her. I want to have her surrounded by me and me by her.
In all ways.
I can feel my erection growing.
It is quite cumbersome as I always seem to be in a constant state of erect around Penny, but I am also not usually so close to Penny or able to smell her so clearly or touch her so intimately if at all. It is quite a bit harder with all of the added stimuli.
I smirk as I realize I unintentionally made a 'dirty joke'.
I smirk wider as I realize Penny and her crude, yet effective, humor is rubbing off on me.
As I see Penny close her eyes and go limp under my massaging hands, it is not only her humor I would like to rub off on me.
I have never been with a female.
I have never had those urges before Penny.
She makes me want to tie her to my bed the way all of the villains tie up the damsels in distress to the train tracks.
I have always liked to view myself as the hero, but I have admitted something to myself: if it takes a villain to have Penny, then I villain I shall be. -
P-POV
There goes my attempts to not look flustered. As the hands are leaving my hair, I can only imagine how messy my hair must look.
I reach up to smooth my hair back down and snap at Sheldon about what he thinks he's doing when I see his long arm come from behind me and reach for the doorknob.
NO!
I reach toward his hand to stop him but it's too late, and not until I am looking at a very shocked and embarrassed Bernadette and a curious and intrigued Amy in the face that I can imagine how we must look.
Me: red faced, hair mussed, dress rumpled.
Sheldon: rumpled shirt, which is as rumpled as he ever gets really.
But it's the hands that are the biggest indicator that something weird is going on.
They are clasped over the doorknob.
Bernadette has met Sheldon, and I have told Amy about him along with the rest of the guys. It's not hard for her I imagine to deduce that this is Sheldon, not only because she is also a genius with a Ph.D. but because he's the only one who is 6'2" tall.
They both notice the hands at the same time and both raise their eyebrows in the same fashion, and if I wasn't so frazzled I would have laughed at the sight.
Sheldon pulls his hand back and as he does so he rubs his fingertips along the back of my hand and I tremble just a bit.
I know what we look like.
We look like we just got done having hot monkey sex.
Oh God.
That thought will follow me to bed tonight.
Hell in a hand basket.
"Penny? Can we come in? Sheldon? How are you today?" Bernadette's squeaky voice is a soothing balm to my over wrought (Sheldon word 2!) nerves and I realize how rude I am being.
"Sure! Come in guys! I just need to freshen up and I'll get right with you guys! Go ahead and sit down, if you can find a place." I laugh as I say this last part, motioning to the extremely cluttered living room and get a double shock to see it not.
Not cluttered.
Because Sheldon is picking up all of my clothes and dirty dishes.
Fuck.
Sheldon answers Bernadette, "I am just fine Bernadette, it has been an extremely productive day without Leonard and Howard around to distract me. How are you today?"
Bernadette looks at me and I shrug as I walk into the bedroom to freshen up my makeup.
S-POV
I hear Bernadette as she answers hesitantly, "I'm good Sheldon."
Her and the other person, Amy, sit down on the couch and look around as I continue to clean up Penny's apartment.
Neither of them tries conversing with me and for that I am grateful.
I have come here about twice a week while Penny was asleep and cleaned. She yelled at me the first couple times I did it, saying that it was creepy and that I was invading her privacy. When I just did not stop, she gave up and I have continued to clean every Monday night and Thursday night.
If I happen to lay next to her in bed while she sleeps and brush her hair with my hair brush while I am at it, well, I am not hurting anyone, and it makes her hair extra shiny and lustrous the next day.
P-POV
"Um, Penny, are you ready to go?"
I smooth down my dress, walk back into the living room and pick up my black leather clutch off of the now cutter-free side table. It's a little ironic that I would have spent at least 15 minutes looking for the clutch before Sheldon cleaned and I grabbed it in less than 10 seconds after he did.
Maybe there's something to this cleaning thing, I think with a smile and watch Sheldon put the last of the dishes in the dish washer.
"Yeah I'm ready to go whenever you guys are!"
There's an awkward silence as we all stand and look at each other for about a minute, and I jolt as I realize I am being a little rude when I see Amy look at Sheldon with confusion and Sheldon looking at me with a blank face.
He speaks up, "Penny, why don't you introduce me to your friend?"
He walks up and stands beside me, waiting for me to introduce my friend.
She nods her head and says briskly, "Yes, I am Amy Farrah Fowler, and you are Sheldon Cooper."
Sheldon nods his head once and says, "Dr. Sheldon Cooper. I am a theoretical physicist." He pauses and then says, "I am also Penny's best friend. As I heard you refer to Penny as your 'bestie', I can only infer that you believe that Penny is your best friend, and you hers. I must inform you that this is not the case, as Penny is my best friend."
I look over at Bernadette with wide eyes and she looks at me with equally wide eyes.
I see Amy narrow her eyes at Sheldon and she says, "Hmph, that is only your opinion, Dr. Cooper."
Sheldon, in turn, narrows his gaze at Amy and they are glaring at each other with me practically in the middle.
I see where this is headed quickly and I know I need to stop it.
I sit my clutch down on the back of the couch and clap my hands loudly. "SO! A night of dancing and fun! The night is young ladies. Let's get a move on!" I pick up my clutch again and start walking towards the door.
I open the door and look at Sheldon moving towards it with Amy and Bernadette already in the hall, "So Sheldon, I will see you later. I probably won't be back until way later so I don't know if I will see you until tomorrow."
He stops in front of me and smirks. "You will be seeing me right now, Penny..." His voice is low where the girls in the hall can't hear.
I look up at him confused and he looks at Bernadette with his face blank again. "...Ok, well, I guess I will just go to my apartment, alone, and spend my night, alone." He moves towards his door, his head low, with a slow stride.
What is he up to?
Bernadette stops him.
"Wait, Sheldon...would you like to come with us? I mean I can understand if you don't want to. We are going to be dancing and drinking a bit but you can come if you want to."
I had also thought about inviting Sheldon before what happened in my apartment, but I am not shocked that Bernadette would invite him. She has always had a soft spot for Sheldon, especially with the way Howard is always on his case.
Bernadette does not like Howard, ever since that night where I set them up on a double date with me and Leonard. She said he was cute but that she got a 'super creepy vibe' off of him.
The funniest thing about the whole situation is that she really likes Raj, but she knows that Raj and Howard are best friends and is very confused on what to do about it as Bernadette is not a 'home-wrecker'—her words, not mine.
I told her she should just go for Raj, that Howard would get over it, but then again I don't really care if he does or doesn't.
Raj and Bernadette would be so CUTE together!
As for Sheldon's invitation to come with us, I am all prepared for him to refuse in his crazy Sheldon way when I hear, "Why, that's very nice of you to offer, Bernadette. I would be honored to escort you ladies for a rousing night out on the town."
Huh?
I look at him and he is smiling slightly.
Then I remember what he just whispered to me, 'You will be seeing me right now, Penny...'
Is that what he meant?
Did he just manipulate Bernadette into inviting him with us?
No, no.
Sheldon's not like that.
I think.
S-POV
Now I can go with my Penny to make sure that no miscreants attempt to bother her.
Just as I wanted.
P-POV
We make it to the bar just fine, except for Sheldon's complaining over us taking a cab, and him and Amy glaring at each other over my shoulders every five minutes.
He doesn't want to take a cab, but I explain to him that anyone who can drive is going to have at least one drink this evening. I know how he feels about drinking and driving, so he gives in after that.
Now we are sitting at a table in a trendy little club, music not too loud but it definitely had a good beat, no one bothering us and they had some nice fruity little drinks.
They even had Sheldon's virgin Cuba Libres.
So when Bernadette had gone to pick our drinks up, I figured this was the perfect time to bring up what was quickly becoming one awkward stare down.
"So, why are you two all up in each other's craws?"
I directed my question to the two geniuses giving each other an icy stare from across the round table.
They continue to glare, not answering me.
"Ok, so this is about who my best friend is, and whose best friend I am, right?"
They nod.
Ok, what can I do to appease two crazy smart, crazy selfish people who do not like to share?
Wait, that's it!
I am a genius! Which is amusing considering the circumstances.
"I have a solution."
They both look at me with expectation.
"That's great Penny, now, just tell this odious female that I am your best friend and we can go back to the apartment and watch Doctor Who."
"Yes, please inform this presumptuously assuming male who your best friend is and we can get out on the dance floor with your beautifully muscled gams and cut a rug."
Sheldon shoots Amy an affronted look at her comment on my legs and I blush. Yes, I had become used to Amy's weird girl crush on me, though Bernadette still gets more than a little creeped out by some of the lesbian-ish things that Amy can say. Though I know the boys will be another story and Howard will more than likely have a field day with Amy's comments.
"Well, why can't you both be my best friends?"
The look at me as if I had just suggested blowing us all up.
Amy responds first, "Penny, the words best friend are a noun, which means 'the one friend who is closest to you'. The one. Now, I know you are smarter than you like a lot of people to believe, though I have no idea why, because you are radiantly auspicious and intelligent. You are a female of the highest order, so I know that you understand what that definition means."
Sheldon pipes up now. "Yes, Penny. As much as I disagree with everything Amy has said up until now this evening, I do agree with what she just said about you. You are much more intelligent that you would like us to believe though Lord knows why. So, this begs the question as to why you would say this when it goes against the very meaning of the term?"
Oh, I haven't even had one drink and I have a migraine.
"Ok, I get it. I'm smart and pretty. Thank you both for the compliments. Though, Sheldon, I didn't even know you knew how to give compliments to others."
At this I get a bit of Sheldon's glare, previously directed at Amy, and I smile sheepishly at him.
"What I mean though, is that you both are different genders, you can both be my best friends because of this. It is commonly accepted for a person to have a female best friend..."
I gesture to Amy
"And a male best friend..."
I gesture to Sheldon.
"Get it?"
They both look like they are thinking about what I just said and then they look at each other like they are having a conversation without words and maybe they are, because at almost the same time they nod.
Amy smiles at me and Sheldon.
"That is acceptable, Bestie. I would really like to be your only best friend, but as I do not possess the required genitalia to be your male best friend I will settle with being your only female best friend, and if you were to have anyone be your male best friend I have a feeling that Sheldon would be more acceptable than most of the other male friends of your acquaintance anyway."
I look shocked at the very long sentence that just came out of Amy's mouth, and Sheldon raises an eyebrow at me, seeming to say without words, 'Really?'
Then Sheldon, not being physically capable, I think, of not letting someone else get the last word says, "While Amy's grammar and sentence punctuation leaves much to be desired, I can't help but be inclined to agree with her. I am the best and most obvious male companion choice, especially out of any of your other male choices."
Bernadette brings our drinks and passes them out, her expression is more than a little confused at the sudden lack of glaring and hostility.
Amy turns to Sheldon and says, "Yes, while I have not made the acquaintance of the rest of Penny's male friends I have gathered enough information from Penny and Bernadette to formulate that while Raj is, to use Bernadette's words, 'a super cutie pie who I would like to climb like a tree'..."
Insert Bernadette blushing and stuttering furiously.
"...and as for Leonard and Howard I have heard from my bestie here that they are both 'pervy jerks who only think about one thing and that despite their big brains, I bet that that's about all that is big on Howard and definitely on Leonard' When she said this I assumed she meant their penises, and she clarified that yes Leonard's penis was quite subpar and even though she was glad she had never seen Howards' she believed due to his short stature that he would also have an equally substandard penis."
She just said penis so many times!
If anything Bernadette's blush got deeper and Sheldon was wavering between expressions of what looked like... humor and rage?
Oh, God. No Amy.
"What, Bestie?"
Oh, apparently I said that last bit out loud.
Fuck.
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