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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.

Chapter List
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AN: Like I said I have taken some scenes out of The Agreement Dissection but I may or may not have also altered those scenes in a significant way. Have fun!
We also get another peek into the darkness inside of Sheldon, and I have him speaking Korean. I don't know if he knows Korean in the show, but that's what fanfiction is for right! lol
I want you all to know that I want to draw a very Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde vibe for Sheldon's character. Now that's not to say that I am following that story in any way, shape, or form but I just wanted you all to know that while Sheldon is very OOC right now, he is still Sheldon and he is still Dr. Whack-A-Doodle. Have no fear.
Enjoy!
As always:
Emphasis is bold
Italics are thoughts
I own nothing.
P-POV
Shortly after 'penis-gate'—as I will forever from now refer to that particular situation as—Sheldon went off to try and find a 'bathroom stall that won't kill me just from breathing its fumes', and I took my chance to try and explain to Amy why what she had said was so, oh I don't know.
Wrong? Embarrassing? Funny?
It was all these things and more, but we'll stick with embarrassing and wrong for right now.
The funniest and most frustrating thing about the whole situation is that, for being a genius, Amy just really doesn't understand.
But she promised to, and I quote, "Be more discreet about your friends' penis sizes in the future, bestie."
We—meaning me and Bernadette—call the game of 'explain why certain comments are inappropriate in public to Amy' on account of Doctor Bat-Crap Crazy aka Sheldon returning to the table.
S-POV
Getting us to the dance hall was a hoot and a half if I do say so myself.
The fact that it was a Korean dancehall was neither here nor there and actually a little better than an American dancehall in my humble opinion.
There were a very small amount of people there who spoke English, and even less were of an age to feel the need to converse overly much.
It helped that I was the only one of us to speak Korean, and it was with this in mind that I approached the older gentleman groping upon Penny who had been assigned his dance partner for a rousing salsa number.
She was smiling but it was very strained and not really a smile at all, more a grimace of someone smelling something quite foul.
I tapped the man on the shoulder.
" , ."
("Excuse me sir, remove your hands from the lady please.")
He responded quickly.
", ?"
("I apologize, is this your wife?")
Penny was looking back and forth between us as we spoke looking more and more confused.
"Sheldon, you speak Korean? I thought you were learning Korean from Howard?"
"No, Penny, I was learning Mandarin from Howard. I learned Korean in Germany at 13."
She looks at me with a scrutinizing expression as if she is sizing me up. I guess it is interesting to her to learn something new about me after 5 years of knowing me, and it excites me greatly to know that there is so much more for her to learn.
In fact, there is not much that excites me more than the thought of me teaching Penny about one of my favorite things (aside from her): ME.
I turn my attention back to the Korean gentleman who has kindly stopped his very thorough inspection of Penny's luscious backside.
" , , . ."
("Not my wife, no, not yet. I plan on this eventuality happening within the near future though.")
", . . , ."
("Ahh, understood my young friend. Good luck with your beautiful lady friend. She is quite the treasure, and let her know she is very lucky to have such a strong and capable young suitor.")
" ."
("I will, sir. Thank you.")
With this, he bows to Penny in a very courtly manner and the music changes to a slow waltz. I take Penny into my arms, placing one hand on the lower curve of her luscious hip, her hand laced with mine, causing her to gasp in surprise at our close proximity.
I take a deep smell of her hair as I pull her under my chin.
She smells like mint and lemons.
Citrusy and perfect.
Our chests and hips line up nicely thanks to her ridiculous shoes.
"What did you guys say to each other, Sheldon?"
Her voice is barely above a whisper, but thanks to my superior hearing I did not miss a word. Her breath hot and sweet against the base of my throat.
I swallow at the feel.
I never want to miss a word of anything she has to say, no matter how nonsensical I find her words at times.
"I quite politely asked him to release your buttocks from his grip as it was an occupied area and not a place for his hands to take up residence."
She looks up at me with her eyes twinkling like the green Saturnalia lights Meemaw used to hang up outside her house.
"Ahhhh, Sheldon, you stood up for my honor! That's so sweet! Thank you!" She pauses, before asking, "...Wait, what does that mean? That my hip is 'occupied'?"
She blushes so prettily.
"Well, Penny, it was the least I could do as you are my best friend and my future paramour. And I believe you know what I meant, Penny."
We are in the middle of a turn when she stumbles slightly and I use my center of balance to keep her up. I use the momentum to keep up moving barely missing a step.
"I think I know what that means Sheldon, but that can't be the case. You don't have a deal, remember?"
Her eyes are so big and filled with confusion I cannot help but sigh.
"Penny, I don't have a 'deal', I have you. I know this isn't the best place to discuss this and it would not be my preferred area either so I suggest we wait until we retire back to the apartment to finish this discussion."
"That sounds good." Penny sighs gratefully.
"Though I want you to know something, Penny..."
"Yes, Sheldon?"
"I am not a robot, I am not a child, and I am not a normal man, but I am a man, albeit an extraordinary one. A man who thinks the world of you, Penny, and I want us. More than you will ever know."
P-POV
Wow.
Just wow.
I look up at Sheldon and his lips are so loose, not like normal where it's in a harsh slash across his angular face, set in a disapproving line. Not this time.
I have only ever heard him talk this passionate and driven when he is talking about his precious Nobel Prize.
And now he sounds like that about me, and the idea of us.
No one has ever said anything like this to me before, and he sounds so certain and sure.
Unlike Leonard who always sounds as if he's second guessing anything he says, as if he's afraid of saying the wrong thing.
You never have to worry about that with Sheldon, and I can see from intense light in his eyes as he is talking that I don't have to worry about that now.
He is saying everything he feels.
Feelings.
I never really thought about Sheldon having them, and for me no less.
Wow.
I don't know what to think, especially with his warm hand squeezing my hip on every turn in the waltz we are still engaged in. It makes it pretty hard to think about anything other than wanting those eyes to see every part of me and those hands to explore every crevice.
I glance around the brightly colored hall to see Amy dancing with an older gentleman, even older than the one that had been dancing with me just a minute ago. He is speaking nonstop it seems, not really caring that Amy doesn't understand a word that is coming out of his mouth.
Bernadette is by the punch bowl with her cell phone out texting something to who I would hazard a very certain bet was Raj.
Even though Bernadette was cautious about Raj because of his friendship with Howard, she was still into him and wanted contact with him, so they text every once in a while.
Once in a while.
HA!
More like all the time.
I barely see her without a blush on her face anymore, lit up by the light of her phone.
I turn my attention back to the tall, skinny man hunched over me like a clam folding over a pearl.
I jolt at that thought.
I have never been a poetic person, despite my love of theater, scripts and acting. Poems never really hit it off with me.
Sheldon brings out the poet in me apparently.
S-POV
Penny brings out the Neanderthal in me.
Amy is sitting in the front seat next to the driver, while Penny sits between Bernadette and me.
I can see over the driver's headrest to the rear view mirror and I notice him lifting his head every once in a while. I glance at what he could be jeopardizing our safety over and follow his line of sight to my Penny's bosoms.
I flush in outrage. I can feel my face get red and my hands clench into themselves, my ears are ringing.
My inner Hulk is screaming, 'HULK SMASH!'
I need to calm down; I cannot let my emotions get the better of me right now. Penny does not need the stress, and I will not let this 'cabbie' be the cause of it.
He is not worth it.
I repeat this to myself in my Meemaw's voice as I slowly calm down.
Amy and Bernadette are intoxicated so we stop by their apartments first and Penny helps them into get situated.
I could care less, but Penny states that it is the job of the most sober girl that night to make sure her 'home girls' get home safe and sound.
It is as Penny is helping Amy up the stairs to her apartment that the cab driver looks back at me between the seats, the car idling, and smiles and says, "Damn, that's one fine piece of ass you got there, son. I'd hit that faster than a freight train. She looks like a mighty fine time."
He winks at me.
"With whom are you making reference?" I make sure to keep my voice as calm and as unassuming as possible.
It is a voice I often find myself implementing when having to deal with Leonard and Howard's idiocy.
He looks at me like my father looked at me the first time I spoke Klingon at him.
"The blonde of course, Petunia?"
I strike fast and hard grabbing the man, if he can be called that, by the back of his head and gripping his thinning hair tightly. He puts up a fight, crying out and trying to pry my fist from his hair until I grab him by the jaw and stall any noise he might try to make.
I do not need anyone interrupting what is about to happen, and I do not need Penny to hear this morons idiotic cries and telling me to stop doing what he so clearly deserves.
I shake his head back and forth, just twice, and just hard enough to bring his eyes back to mine.
I need to make sure he understands what I am about to say to him.
"I am going to say something to you and you are going to listen, right?"
He just looks at me so I slowly start to squeeze his jaw in just the right area to make it hurt the most without breaking it, but it will certainly feel as such. "Now, I am not going to repeat myself..."
He nods his head slightly, which is all he can do with the grip I have on his skull, but it is enough for him to indicate that he is paying attention to me.
"Good, now, I want you to understand something. If I so much as see you glancing at my Pennyagain, I will strap you to a gurney and perform a live autopsy just to see how long I can keep you alive while slowly removing each organ one at a time..."
His eyes are watering and I do not care.
"If I hear or see you disrespecting Penny the way you just did, whether to her face or not, I will scoop out your eyes, but I will make sure that they remain connected to your head and then I will stretch each of them out and slowly cut the nerves connecting your eyes with a scalpel..."
He is shaking and I am more than certain by the scent in the car that the man has urinated on himself.
Disgusting.
"Now, Penny will be back at the cab in approximately 20 seconds. That should be enough time to get yourself together and not be a complete slob in the presence of a lady, and she is a lady. Right?"
I squeeze his head and pull his hair just a bit more until he nods.
"That's what I thought, now fix yourself up, wipe your face, and I believe it goes unsaid that Penny has no need to hear of this unpleasant interaction, correct?"
He nods, and I let go of his head leaning back into my seat and take my portable bottle of hand sanitizer out of my pocket and squirt a generous amount onto both of my hands.
The driver is wiping his eyes with a shaking hand while the other grips the steering wheel.
I see Penny right on time heading back towards to cab, so I open the door and step out to hold the door open for her.
She looks at me and smiles; with this smile I notice something about her.
She is completely sober. I resolve to ask her about this as Penny is a notorious drinker. It makes me curious as to what has altered this behavior so drastically.
I mean, yes, I have been altering her bottles of wine with a chemical I learned about on Google to make her more nauseous the more she drinks it, and this has affected the amount she drinks significantly and that makes me happy.
I have never been pleased with Penny's drinking habits, and I have done something about it. However, I did not get a chance to alter Penny's drinks this evening, so how is she sober?
I observed her drinking. She had at least two of those pink daiquiri drinks and they appeared quite large.
I make a mental note to inquire about it at a different time, but I know the curiosity will eat at me until I ask.
I know that I need to keep a clear head to counter any resistance Penny may have during our discussion when we get back to the apartment.
She slides into the car and toward the opposite end of the vehicle.
I do not think so, my dear.
I sit down on my side and close the door.
P-POV
Sheldon is getting into the car and I look up into the front. As Sheldon closes the door I see the driver jump like he's just seen a ghost, and Sheldon is glaring at the driver like he's just insulted his Meemaw.
What is going on?
"Are you ok, sir?" I ask the driver who is curiously silent.
He had been downright chatty with us until now, and now he is shut up tighter than a bear trap.
"I am sure the driver is just fine Penny, is that not right, sir?"
Sheldon's face is a mask, and says this in his normal Sheldon way but I have the distinct feeling that the driver is upset about something. I glance forward at the man in front and I swear I see him wipe his eyes, like he had been crying, before starting up the car.
I jump as I feel something hot land on my thigh to the point where the dress rides up, so it's straight skin to skin with Sheldon's hand.
He tugs at me until he pulls me up to his side of the car by my thigh, and by his side of the car I mean right up against him.
No leaving room for Jesus between us right now.
Just Penny and Sheldon, and any closer we would absorb into each other like those microbe-things Leonard showed me through a microscope once.
He tightens his hand and it is so very similar to The Cheesecake Factory incident that I automatically flush and become aroused even though his hand doesn't leave its position at mid thigh.
He just rubs his soft thumb back and forth along my inner thigh in this pattern.
Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Back. Forth...Back...Forth...Back.
He pauses with his thumb closer to the inner part of where my legs meet.
Not quite there.
Not close enough to make contact, but just close enough to make me shiver.
The tease.
I decide a little payback is in order.
I lean up just a bit, and breathe lightly into his ear and say breathily, "You're messing with forces beyond your ken, Sheldon." I place my hand right above his knee and rub my thumb along the outside of his plaid pants along his warm, muscular thigh.
Whoa.
I can feel him tense up and dig his nails into my leg but not enough to hurt—more like I just surprised him.
I inhale as I lean back, my hand and his still in their places against the others leg.
Thumbs rubbing against skin and pants.
"Hey...what's that smell?"
S-POV
When Penny inquires about the driver I get angry.
I want to do all of the things that I promised I would do just 10 minutes ago, and while Penny is peering at his face from the side I look into the rear view mirror.
With my eyes, I promise him this course of action will come to pass unless he cleans himself up and ceases to worry Penny.
She has no need to worry over such a disrespectful pervert.
If I did not view Howard Wolowitz with the barest semblance of friendship he would be dead 50 times over with some of the things he says to Penny.
This man is not my friend.
He wipes his eyes and informs Penny that all is well.
Good man.
I have never imagined myself using sexual wiles to distract Penny, but I am better at it than I could imagine.
Not to mention Penny being so much more responsive to me physically in a manner that I could have only ever hoped for.
She is so beautiful and smart, everything I could want in a mate, and if there was anything Leonard has ever said that was even slightly intelligent it was:
"Our babies will be smart and beautiful."
Only those hypothetical babies will not belong to him, as neither will Penny.
Penny and those babies will—and already do—belong to me.
I have been aroused by Penny since the first moment of laying eyes upon her figure, and after 5 years that reaction has not lessened in the least.
It is a wondrous feeling, only comparable I imagine, to winning the Nobel Prize, when Penny places her hand upon my leg, her breath hot and sweet in my ear.
I know that she believes she is playing with me by performing these actions as she somehow believes I am playing with her.
I have never been more anxious to prove anyone wrong before.
I have never had cause to become giddy before but in contemplating our return to the apartment that is the only feeling I can compare it to.
It will be the moment I have been working and moving my way towards with Penny since meeting her.
The beginning of a new life.
A life with Penny.
"Hey...what's that smell?"
Penny's face is scrunched up and she waves her free hand under her nose.
There is no time for a response from the driver as we pull up outside of the apartment.
I direct Penny out of the cab with a hand placed proprietarily on her lower back right above her 'Soup' tattoo.
"Hold up Sheldon, I have to pay the fare."
"No, Penny, as the escorting gentleman it is my job to take care of such necessities."
"Yeah, but, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be out here."
"I agreed to come at Bernadette's invitation, and in accepting said invitation I accepted all obligations that came with the invitation. Now, Penny, go unlock the apartment and I will pay the driver."
She just huffs and heads up the stairs.
After 5 years she has finally learned when to pick her battles with me.
Smart girl.
I look down at the man with what I know are my 'mean eyes'.
Meemaw used to say that I could scare an opossum into playing dead when I get in this state.
I hope she was right.
"I trust that due to your disrespect of the lady that we will not have to continue this unfortunate discourse?"
He just looks up at me like a cow, all big watery eyes and confusion.
"Huh?"
I sigh and roll my eyes.
Looks like I will have to dumb this down just a bit.
"You were rude to me about Penny. I defended her and my honor, therefore we have nothing more to discuss about this incident. Yes?"
I say this as I hand over the amount of money indicated on the meter and the non-optional socially accepted tip for services rendered.
"Look, man, I don't give a fuck what you do. Just know that if I ever see you or your 'lady' again, I will not pick you up and it will definitely be way too fucking soon for me you psycho motherfucker."
Between the cursing and mangled English I interpret that he is saying that he will not seek legal recourse as long as he never sees me or Penny again.
I do not care for how he says 'lady' or for him referring to me engaging in coitus with my mother but I am getting what I want and do not press my 'luck'.
I have learned a few things from Penny as well over the years.
"Your terms are acceptable."
"What the fuck ever, crazy bastard."
And he drives away.
As soon as he is out of sight, which does not take long as he is driving way too fast for our street, the abhorrent man is out of my thoughts and not worth pondering on in the first place.
I turn toward the apartment.
One of the only people on my very short list of things and people in my life worth my pondering is sitting in my apartment right now.
Waiting for me.
Well.
I start towards the apartment with determination in my every movement forward.
Never let it be said that Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper ever left his Penny waiting.
I go to her, as I always will, and nothing will stand in my way.
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