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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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P.S.-Thank you everyone who has favorited and reviewed my fic. I love you all. Also keep in mind that this chapter is completely in Penny's POV and the next chapter will be Sheldon's POV on these events so we get both perspectives lol.
ALSO PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS FANFICTION.
I have altered facts from the show to fit my fiction the way I want it to. You will realize these changes when you read them and if they bother you I am sorry, but they are my changes. Thank you.
Where we left off:
S-POV
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 thoughts
I own Nothing.
P-POV
When it comes to my crazy smart scientist friends, there are many things I can't truly understand or explain.
It doesn't make me love them any less, even nasty little Howard...sometimes.
This happens to be one of those many things.
Sheldon starts speaking to me.
"You know, Penny, if you had just listened to me and proceeded to my apartment the way you were supposed to, that scene could have been avoided?"
He smiles, and not like his 'Kill Batman' smile either, this one is new, and just a bit unsettling.
I stand up and try to take a confident stance, which seems a bit silly as I am wearing my pajamas, but I am trying my best.
It also isn't a very easy task against the metaphorical mountain of confidence that Sheldon has become, and in the face of it I am wavering.
Wait!
He was the nerdy, shy insecure scientist and I was the confident 'Big 'Ol Five' Nebraskan beauty here.
He should be wavering before me.
Shouldn't he?
I stomp my foot in frustration. "Sheldon, I do not have to do what you say! I am not your girlfriend, your slave, or your employee!..."
I find myself on a roll once I get started, and all of the frustration and confusion regarding Sheldon and this situation he has caused between us comes pouring out of me in a rush of jumbled yelling and pacing.
"...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!'..."
I make a crazy rocket taking off motion with my hands as I make the 'WHOOSH!' sound.
Oh dear.
At the sound and hand motion I see Sheldon's raised eyebrows and can only imagine what he must be thinking. Even so, it doesn't stop what's quickly becoming a hysterical rant.
"...you just change! Why? Why, Sheldon! I'm so confused...you're one of my best friends, why are you doing this to me?"
I end on a teary note. I feel like I'm about to cry with all of the emotions pouring through me, and Sheldon is just standing there looking at me.
I explode again and I feel a bit unstable.
"Well? Aren't you going to say something!"
I certainly know I sound it.
"Penny! Stop!"
He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me to him, making me stumble into him.
"Penny you need to stop yelling and calm down! I will explain everything, but you need to be calm, ok?"
I jump at his raised voice and I know my eyes are round as I absorb the fact that Sheldon Cooper just raised his voice to me.
He lets me go slowly and takes a step away.
"Penny, please calm down. No matter what else I have done, I have never meant to upset you."
Oh dear, he sounds so rational, and looks so worried.
I sag into myself as I release a breath and rotate my shoulders.
"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you Sheldon. I just want answers, please?"
I reach my hand up over my shoulder and try to rub.
"I sense that you are tense Penny, would you like me to help?"
His whole attitude seems to have changed, from confident and cocky to insecure and placating, in a second.
I blink. The change is so quick it makes me a bit dizzy.
He looks so worried standing there in his geeky clothes, especially after the way I just yelled at him knowing he hates confrontation. I can't say no.
Especially if he actually can help.
"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."
I sit down with my back facing Sheldon on the couch.
"No, no, no Penny..."
He grasps me from behind and all sorts of bad/good things flash through my dirty, dirty mind.
I'm glad I'm facing away from him, because I can feel my face flame at his touch.
"...you must lie down."
I can feel the pressure on my shoulders lightly pushing me down face forward onto the couch.
Oh, yes.
I can feel all sorts of nice tinglies start at the mental image of what me being face down on the couch with Sheldon Cooper hovering over me could mean.
I am such a slutty Penny.
Bad, bad, bad Penny.
I keep this mantra in my head as I feel him grasp my legs by the calves and swing them up onto the couch.
"Now, Penny, relax."
There's the Sheldon we all know and love.
"Sheldon, you can't order someone to relax."
"Well, ok then."
I hear him clear his throat.
"Please, relax Penny."
I sigh and force my tense body to go limp.
I know if I don't, he will just keep going on and on all night.
"Very good, Penny. Now I am going to lift and remove your shirt."
He's already got my shirt halfway up my back before I realize what the hell he has said.
"WHOA!"
I turn around by my waist and become privy to the sight of Sheldon perched over me. His knees are straddling my hips, with him crouching over me like a large skinny tiger. The only parts of him touching me are his knees and the hands grasping the bunched bottom of my shirt.
Which was just under my breasts.
My entire midriff is bare and I see the quick glance he gives my bare flesh.
The dilation of his pupils cover the now smoldering blue of his iris.
The heavy, minty breaths I can feel on my bare back, moving my hair with each exhalation.
The bony knees I can feel slowly tightening and trapping my hips between them.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist, or in this case, a theoretical physicist, to tell that Sheldon Cooper is aroused.
Not to mention the fact that his hands and knees are not the only things touching me anymore.
Not if the prodding at my bottom is any indication.
I sigh heavily as I feel the breath leave my body all at once.
I resist the urge to lift myself into the heavy erection laying between the crease of my ass.
Oh my god!
I have never tried so hard to be good!
I'm bad, bad, bad!
But I have to be good!
He doesn't understand what this means!
I can't take advantage of the only true male friend I have.
It's just so hard to be good!
Speaking of hard...
I feel the pulsing of his erection quickening.
I glare in my head.
...not fair.
"Turn back around, Penny."
The deep timber Sheldon's voice has taken on is one of the hottest things I have ever heard.
I can't think of anything else to do but obey.
I turn back around, still on my elbows.
I'm hyper aware of the man straddling me from behind.
Sheldon Cooper straddling me from behind.
"Lift your arms Penny."
That same voice ordering me to do something else.
I don't turn around but I do protest this 'request'.
"Sheldon, no. There is no reason to take my shirt off."
"Penny."
"What?"
"Lift your arms...now, Penny."
I can hear his voice turn hard and I can feel his cock get harder.
Oh dear.
Sheldon Cooper gets off on ordering.
It's not that big of a shock considering what a control freak he is, but considering that it's actually happening, I think a healthy dose of surprise is in order.
The fact that I enjoy it is also up for debate on how shocked I should be.
I never thought of myself as a girl who would enjoy that sort of thing.
Sure, I used to date Neanderthal looking guys, but they were all dumb as rocks, and about as imaginative.
Due to their conventional good looks they were used to women doing all the work and never really having to try very hard.
At anything.
So they never really bothered to ask or request anything be done to them, let alone order anything.
It is while I am deep in my thoughts of this, that Sheldon has taken matters into his own hands.
Literally.
I see my shirt being neatly laid on one of the only free and clean spaces on my coffee table.
Soon after I feel large, warm hands spanning the width of my back.
I fall to the couch, my breasts squish into the cushion and my arms lay above by my head. I close my eyes and breathe deep.
Nothing to do about it now, I figure, except hope that Sheldon really knows what he's doing and can fix my back.
If I am really honest with myself, there's a part of me that knows that as hot as I find this, the normally asexual Sheldon finds it just as hot, and that is a very good feeling.
But right now I am on a roll with this denial thing.
I think I'll stick with it for a while.
He starts speaking.
"There are many different types of massage, and each type uses its own variety of techniques."
His hands start smoothing themselves up and down my back.
I go limp in what I think Leonard once referred to as a millisecond.
In other words, very fucking fast.
I can't believe he's lecturing me about massage while doing that with his hands.
My thoughts fracture and all is pure feeling and listening to his voice as he hits a spot I didn't know existed.
"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."
My body feels heavy, but my mind and thoughts feel like they are floating.
There's a static that surrounds my brain, but somehow I can still focus on Sheldon's words.
Only, Sheldon's words.
Nothing else is penetrating the static of the bubble in my head.
"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 feel him start to dig his thumbs into the small of my back. This causes me to arch my back and lift my upper body off of the couch.
I gasp.
My breathing is getting thinner.
I don't know how much longer I can hold on to my sanity and Sheldon just keeps speaking.
"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."
All the while he's speaking, he's slowly and deeply making his way up my bare back.
Leaving a fiery trail of wonderful in his wake.
I feel like melting butter.
His hands are like marble covered in velvet.
So firm and yet soft.
I start writhing by the end of his monologue as he begins to attack the knot in my back.
I can't help it.
It feels so good.
In more ways than one.
It's as my writhing dies down and I come back into my body that I feel him slowly and methodically thrusting at my bottom.
I realize he has been doing so since my first trip into 'LaLa Land' when he first started.
My writhing didn't help I imagine.
"How do you feel? Does your back feel better?"
The voice is hushed and almost languid in the silence of the messy apartment.
It's sweet that he's worried about me, I think lazily.
"I feel loads better, sweetie. Thank you."
I try to make a last ditch attempt at stopping where I know this is going by sliding forward a bit, intending to grab my shirt and escort Sheldon out with a hug of thanks (and a little fun time with my vibrator, Mr. Pointy).
Apparently 'forces beyond my ken' decide that this is not the course of action my night will take.
I realize this when I feel those same large hands wrap themselves around my bare sides and flip me over, my hands flying to cover my chest in an automatic reaction every girl has learned to have since she first grows breasts.
What a picture we must make at this moment.
I like to imagine a lot of my life as a scene, playing out in my head, usually visualizing the things that happen as if they were occurring outside of my own body.
Like watching a movie.
Scene fades into focus.
A woman, 27, blonde and beautiful, vivacious and strong spirited laid half bare from the waist up on a teal blue couch in a medium sized apartment in the city of her dreams.
A man, 31, short brown fine hair, fair skin and an indomitable will, with an intelligence to make the heavens weep, crouched atop our beautiful bare heroine, similar to that of a large carnivorous feline, if the hungry look in his eyes is to be believed.
Sometimes I wonder if I should be a writer, I think with an internal giggle.
Since flipping me over, Sheldon hasn't said or done anything and neither have I.
It feels like an eternity before one of us does anything but I know it had to have been only a few minutes.
"Penny, I feel like we are quickly moving to a point of no return..."
No duh, Mr. Genius.
There are parts of you I am sure have never been this close to woman before snuggled quite closely between my legs.
I think it's a pretty accurate statement to say that we are reaching a 'point of no return'.
Though Sheldon has always had a knack for stating the obvious, now is no exception I guess.
"...and I feel I must explain some things to you, before we reach that point. Would that be agreeable?"
I can only nod.
I have a feeling something big is about to go down.
"Now, I want you to ask any questions you have. I said that you would have your answers, and you will. Ask."
Ok, that was sudden.
"Ok, well. Can I have my top back before we start this?"
I glance at my neatly folded top just two feet away.
"No, you MAY not have your shirt back."
I glance back at Sheldon sharply at the sentence that sounds like it was ripped from his chest violently.
I decide not to go there. Instead, I take advantage of the crazy cooperative Sheldon and get answers to the questions I have been having these past few weeks and especially in the last few days before he decides to become crazy uncooperative Sheldon again.
"Alllllright. No shirt. Got it. Anyway, kiiiinda awkward, but ok."
Sheldon just raises his eyebrows and I get the distinct impression that he is laughing at me inside his head as I squirm in my topless awkwardness.
So I just decide to go for it.
"Why have you been acting so weird these last few weeks?"
I fire off the question quickly and he fires back with his response just as quickly.
"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."
Ok.
Huh?
"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."
"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..."
He's starting to get serious here. I can see his eyes focus on me as he continues and I am now uncomfortable for more than the reason that I am half naked in front of this man.
"...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..."
Whoa.
I realize what a compliment Mr. Narcissism is paying me right now.
He is likening me to himself.
That's big.
And he's still going.
"...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."
Oh.
He just said he cares for me like his MeeMaw.
This is bigger than I thought and I can feel myself melting the more he talks.
No one has ever thought that I was special and to say that he trusts me and that I'm his best friend? He's tearing me apart with how sweet this is.
If he wasn't on such a role I would have already pulled him down for a kiss and proceeded to get this party started, but he doesn't seem like he's keen to stop talking anytime soon.
That's Sheldon for you though.
He's as close to getting laid as any super nerdy genius can be and he is getting off on hearing his own voice.
"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?"
This truly confuses me.
"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."
Here he gives me a side glare.
"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 glare right back at him.
"Well, did you ever think that the reasons I didn't listen were because you never explained yourself? Huh?"
"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."
He takes a deep breath and I can't help but be confused at the implications of the things he is saying.
No, I'm reading the situation wrong.
"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."
It really doesn't, not fully, but I think it's the best I'm gonna get, and I'm getting a bit impatient as it is as I feel his fingertips start slowly massaging my sides.
I have many questions but I don't know how well I can focus with his hands working me like an instrument.
He is rubbing the edges of my breasts with every upwards sweep of his fingertips and the tops of my pajama bottoms with every downward stroke.
I shift my hips and I hear his breath draw in, a hiss of air in between his teeth.
I lick my lips and I see his eyes flicker for a moment.
I can only imagine I look about as wild and flushed as he does.
I don't think either of us will be able to last much longer.
"Ok." I inhale. "Next question, what about Leonard?"
A sudden thrust of his hips causes my head to fly back and my eyes to close, my mouth to open. My hands forget about covering my nudity and grab the back of his head, fisting his fine close cut hair in my fists.
He thrusts 3 times in short rapid succession, and stops We're both breathing hard and I can see sweat starting to bead on his forehead. This is the only sign that anything that just happened has affected him, that and the rapid breathing.
It all happens and ends so quickly and I can feel the blood rushing through my ears.
He falls and I can feel my breasts squish again only this time it's against a hard superhero shirt clad chest, and we are flush against each other.
Our faces mere inches apart.
"Let me make something perfectly clear, Penny."
I nod.
"Leonard, or any of them, our friends, have absolutely nothing to do with this."
I open my mouth to comment but he places two long fingers across my lips gently.
"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 nod and he removes his fingers and I take it as my go ahead to speak, but I can barely breathe with him this close.
He's everywhere, all around me.
"But Leonard is your friend, I don't want to be responsible for a rift or anything between you guys."
He pets my hair back and smiles at me in a gentle manner.
I can only guess what's going through that beautiful Whack-a-doodle mind right now, so I ask.
He smiles even more at my question.
"Do you have any more questions, Penny?"
I think so, but I can still feel him grinding against me, and my thoughts fly.
I shake my head.
"Good."
I can feel the thrusts start to come faster.
I start stroking his hair and the back of his neck.
He arches his neck and I take advantage of his vulnerability and lick up his neck to his Adam's apple circling it once and I feel his groan vibrate through my tongue.
The sensation flies straight to my clit and it feels like I've become a tuning fork.
He grabs my head by my hair and holds it to the couch and looks at me with a stern set to his mouth and dark heavy eyes.
His head is nearing mine slowly and I can see him lick his lips, and I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it for myself but I believe I just saw Sheldon Cooper exhibit a nervous gesture.
All thought flies out the window as his lips touch mine for the first time.
Everything becomes sensation.
It's like I am getting kissed for the very first time.
Again.
Sheldon, for all of his uncharacteristic brashness and forwardness up until now, has suddenly become very tentative.
It's thrown me off again until I remember what he said.
I have not shown preoccupation in these things because I have not been interested in them.
Sheldon Cooper is a virgin.
No wonder he is suddenly touching me like I'm spun glass or something.
This is his first time.
There's a part of me that I can't help, which feels simultaneous unworthy of such a beautiful thing and nervous, because I want it to be good for him.
No more thinking, especially because Sheldon has apparently found a very sensitive spot at the crease of my neck.
"Penny."
Sheldon is mumbling my name into my neck.
"Sheldon."
I breathe out on a sigh.
"Do you realize how effervescent you are, Penny?"
Huh?
How can he throw $5000 words like that around right now?
I am barely coherent with how he is touching me.
"Sheldon, wait."
I grab the hand that is slowly making its way up my thigh.
He looks at me like I am stopping his playtime way too early and with more than a hint of panic, but I refuse to allow Sheldon's first time to be on a couch, especially when there is a bed not too far away.
"What, Penny?"
His voice is high and thready.
I grab his hands and slide myself off of the couch.
I stand in front of him, bare from the waist up, unashamed.
He sits up, looking up at me with those big blue eyes, so full of possibilities.
He's so tall, even sitting down his head comes to my shoulders.
I can't help myself when I reach forward and cup the side of his face with my hand.
I smile.
"We need to go to the bed. Your first time should be special and certainly not on a couch."
I also can't help the shuddering sigh that escapes me when he nuzzles into that hand, like a kitten.
"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 raise my eyebrow at him.
He stands up and our positions are reversed, my head comes to his shoulders and he is looking down at me.
"I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted..."
He smirks.
"...was 'Thank you, Penny'."
I scrunch my forehead in confusion.
"Thank you for what?"
Now he is the one cupping my face.
"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."
He says it so certainly, that if a person was trying to push over a steel beam there would have been more give than is in the face of Sheldon Cooper.
He says it like there could be no other option.
I realize as I look into his face that it really is that simple for him. I still don't know what he means by 'golden fairy,' but in the face of his attitude towards this endearing statement, I know not to question it now.
All of a sudden it's like someone has flipped a switch.
Sheldon grabs me and lifts me in a show of strength I never thought he would be capable of.
He carries me into my bedroom, which is surprisingly clean considering Sheldon hasn't been in there for a while and I can tell he's pleased as he lays me down on the bed.
I attempt to sit up so that I can help remove the rest of our clothes, but with one long fingered hand on my shoulder, he pushes me back down onto the bed, shaking his head.
"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."
For once since I have known him, Sheldon Cooper is not looking into my eyes while speaking to me.
His eyes are everywhere but my face at the moment and he gets to witness how far my blush goes down.
I nod and lay perfectly still as he sits down at my hip and starts at the top of my head.
His eyes taking in everything and all of me.
I have never been so closely scrutinized before. I am insanely nervous.
He starts talking as he runs his hands through my hair.
"You know, Penny, I have always loved your hair. Its color and texture. I especially love how you let it grow long."
Massaging the scalp and then root to tip. Over and over.
He's barely done anything and I can already feel myself getting antsy to move and attack.
But I keep reminding myself that this is the Sheldon Show for right now, it's his time.
I can have my time later.
In the meantime, his hands are moving.
Soft fingertips slowly make their way down my forehead and tickle over my eyelids forcing them to close.
Everything is dark as I feel him exploring and rubbing my cheeks and nose.
I open my eyes again in time to see him gazing at my lips with a hungry glint in his eyes, and his fingertips graze them so softly I almost wouldn't believe they were there if I wasn't looking at them resting against my lips like pale white butterflies.
I quickly reach up and capture his index finger in between my lips and flick the end of my tongue against the tip.
I smirk around the digit in my mouth as I hear his indrawn breath.
He doesn't remove it right away and when he does he drags it over my bottom lip leaving a tingling feeling behind.
"You never were good at following instructions were you, Penny?"
I smile at him as I answer.
"Well, maybe I just need the right teacher to instruct me, Dr. Cooper."
He inhales sharply at my reply and I believe I see his pupils dilate even further if that were possible.
His hands move to my neck, fingernails lightly running down and he says, "I have strict policies, Penny, 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?"
By this point he is scraping his fingernails over my collar bone.
I can barely speak let alone think of a response.
I nod.
"That is not a good enough response Ms. Williams. Respond when I ask you a question."
With that, I get a quick pinch to my already extremely hard nipples in punishment. I blurt, "Yes, Dr. Cooper, I understand."
He rubs the reddened nipple in a soothing motion and says,
"Very good Ms. Williams. Now, let us continue."
Large hands smooth down my shoulders and over my upper chest covering the flushed red flesh with milky white skin.
He cups my breasts with an expression I can only compare to a child getting everything they have ever wanted for Christmas.
It is an expression I have never imagined being directed towards myself.
This is nothing like with Leonard; he was just focused on the physical. The breasts could have been attached to anyone and he would have been happy.
With Sheldon, I can see emotions I never believed he could feel shining out of his eyes and only towards me, for me, more than physical.
I'm not exactly a small chested girl, but Sheldon's pianist hands span my chest easily.
Thumbs calloused from continuous video game playing swirl over my nipples and causing me to arch my back involuntarily.
His fingers enclose over my breasts tightly and squeeze them as if testing weight and texture.
There's just a hint of that detached air about him, the one he gets when he is thinking very hard, and yet at the same time I have never felt as if a man was so into my body before.
With an ordinary man, if I got a hint of that detached face during sex I would have been insulted or pissed off, but with Sheldon Cooper I know that when he is thinking this deeply it is not a bad thing.
I like when Sheldon thinks about me.
I can feel my thoughts floating away as he smoothes his hands down my stomach and around my waist.
Slowly, too slowly, moving his way to the band of my night shorts.
Tucking his fingertips into the band, he runs those same fingertips down my thighs and calves quickly removing my last article of clothing.
Finally I am completely naked before Sheldon Cooper and he stands up.
Looking up into the face of a man who is more than three times smarter than I am, a man who acts like a big kid more than half the time, a man who is the most loyal and sweet person I have ever met.
He is looking down at me straight in the eyes as he reaches for the bottom of his T-shirt.
I know my eyes are large as he starts to lift and suddenly they can't stay in one place.
Roaming over him, eager to witness what I know no one else ever has.
Bare...naked...Sheldon Cooper.
He folds his shirt and I roll my eyes as I realize that even in the heat of the moment he is OCD.
He's standing in his long sleeve undershirt and pants, not for long though.
He takes off his undershirt much quicker than his overshirt, and folds it much quicker also.
I think Dr. Cooper is excited, if the very large area of his pants is any indication.
He unbuckles his belt with all the expertise of a seasoned pro.
He has very nimble fingers.
After he removes his belt he lays it on top of his folded shirts.
I start to scoot up on the bed to get a better view but Sheldon grabs my ankle and drags me back to where I was.
"Stay where I put you, Fairy."
I nod, scoot back down, and still wonder where he got that nickname, but he's being so unpredictable at this point I don't want to do anything that will cause him to scurry away or back into his clothes.
He's unbuttoning his pants and my mouth fills with saliva and I swallow so hard I hear it and apparently Mr. Vulcan Ears hears it too because he suddenly looks amused.
I scowl.
He drops his pants.
I drop my scowl.
He's dropped his tighty whities with his pants and I gulp again not caring if he hears.
Whoa.
Both of us are running our eyes over the other one.
I start at his head taking in everything I can as fast as I can.
His hair is mussed and just a little wet from sweating, and his face is flushed and shiny.
His chest has no hair, except for the middle which has an almost diamond shape hair patch on it.
His nipples are tiny and hard, I just want to lick them and squash the urge to do so.
His arms are lightly muscled and wiry.
I forget that he actually does physical stuff sometimes, such as paintball and those Wii games, which must attribute to what little musculature he does have.
Though I have always been attracted to big, ape-like men, looking at the swimmers body in front of me, I think I could learn to enjoy a skinnier guy.
I smile as I glance at his legs. I have seen those adorable chicken legs before, not under the best circumstances.
When he got pantsed by Kurt.
What an ass munch he was.
Moving my eyes down his stomach, I see the line of hair starting right below his belly button and follow it eagerly, though I don't have to go very far to get to where I want to go.
He's so erect he's all but flushed against his lower stomach.
Not to mention uncircumcised.
"You're uncircumcised?"
He glances down and raises his eyebrows.
"Yes, one of the more fortunate decisions my mother made, thanks to my MeeMaw."
"Your MeeMaw decided to keep you 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 falter in my explanation as he raises his eyebrow and lifts his left leg and places his knee against the seam of my legs.
I open them.
He settles both legs between mine but doesn't do more.
He sits on his heels in between my legs and just looks at me.
"You have never engaged in coitus with an uncircumcised male before."
He says it as a statement and I can do no more than nod and laugh.
"I swear the next time you call it 'coitus' I am going to go all Nebraska on your ass, Sheldon!"
I am still laughing when he places both of his hands next to my head and I am effectively caged.
I stop.
Sheldon looks into my eyes as he says, "I like that I am a first for you also."
I smile at the sweet statement and run my fingers through his hair.
"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?"
He smiles and nods.
"I have had sex with only 2 other guys. You will be my third."
"Really?"
I nod.
"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."
"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..."
He trails off as he starts to lower himself onto me and finishes his sentence as a whisper in my ear.
"...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 smile even though he can't see it.
"Even though the idea of charms is hokum."
I laugh out loud and wrap my arms around him in a hug, rubbing his back with my fingertips.
He's massaging my thighs and roaming around my body like he can't get enough of any one spot.
He's kissing each spot his mouth comes into contact with languidly and with just a small flick of his tongue in each kiss.
I kiss from the juncture in his neck to his shoulder and bite lightly.
He lifts his head and starts to move down slowly.
Oh!
I can't hold still as his mouth and hands are everywhere.
I don't think there's a part of me this man isn't touching and claiming.
He is certainly exploring every part and quite thoroughly.
I am moaning like nobody's business at this point and I can't help it.
For a virgin, he's a natural at finding the sensitive parts of my body and manipulating them.
He is treating my breasts like melting ice cream, licking the edges and slowly making his way upward and then burying his mouth in the pointy part at the top.
He kisses his way down my arms, all the way to the tips of my fingers, nibbling on the edges of each tip before moving to my tummy.
Dipping his tongue into my belly button, I can't help the giggle that escapes me, and the laugh he lets loose warms all of me.
I become somber though as he goes lower and he starts massaging my legs, smoothing his hands up and down, almost nervously as he looks at my vagina.
I am shaved on the bottom on my lips, but I have a trimmed patch covering the upper part of me.
I went completely hairless for Kurt once because he asked me too and I felt like a little girl.
It was creepy.
I am a grown woman, but I do like to be neat and clean.
Apparently, clean freak Sheldon Cooper approves because he lifts and separates my legs and I do my best to hold them where he places them as he lowers himself slowly.
I can feel the puffs of his rapid breathing hitting my most sensitive area and I shudder.
"Did you know, Penny, that there are 8000 nerve endings in the clitoris, dedicated exclusively to female pleasure, while the penis only has 4000?"
"No, Sheldon, I didn't know that."
"Now you do."
I let out a little squeak and bite my fist to keep from yelling as he starts a lick at the bottom of my pussy and licks all the way to the top where he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks like it's a lollipop or something.
"OH MY GOD!"
I can't keep the exclamation in.
"There is no 'God' here, my Fairy, just Sheldon."
And he goes back to putting a mouth I thought could never shut up to work doing what I never thought it would.
Bringing ultimate pleasure to a woman, and is he.
It's amazing and when he takes that tongue and wiggles it inside me, well, I can say my eyes crossing is not an understatement.
I am right on the brink when...
He stops...
Why?
He meets me face to face.
"Penny, are you on any birth control?"
"Yeah, I am."
This is more awkward than I expected, but I know what a germaphobe he is so I feel I need to ask, "Do you...want to use a condom?"
He shakes his head and I am shocked.
"No, Penny. I want nothing between us for our first time together. Besides, I know you are clean, I had you tested."
Wait, what!
"You what?"
"I had you tested, for well, just about everything."
I can only imagine my face.
"Remember that 'Friend Questionnaire' I had you all take?"
I nod slowly still in shock.
"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 can only look at him in shock. I remember that day and giving him a blood sample but I never imagined he actually tested it for all of that stuff. It makes sense though; being the crazy Whack-a-Doodle that he is, I imagine he wouldn't have let me within a ten foot distance of him if I had something like herpes or AIDS or anything.
I can't be too mad. I can think he's as much of a crazy nincompoop as ever, but I did put myself in the situation by giving him my blood.
"Is that all?"
I nod.
He then proceeds to kiss me and everything else fades into nothing.
I feel him reach down and pull his foreskin back gently as his hand is right up against me. He places the head of his now foreskin free cock at the entrance of me and I get so nervous.
I really do feel like this is my first time all over again.
Thank god it will be without all that blood and pain that comes with the first time for girls though.
I can feel myself stretch around his head as he pushes in.
He inhales and I cannot stop my mind from thinking about how different he feels inside of me.
So warm and smooth.
I can feel myself throbbing and his throbbing is in time with mine.
He is inching inside of me at an agonizing pace.
I try to pull him with my legs, but he uses what bit of muscle he has and holds back continuing to move at a snail's pace, driving me insane.
When he is finally inside of me I feel so full.
God, how big is he?
I must have asked this aloud because he has a breathless answer ready an instant later.
"I am approximately 8 and one quarter inches long with a width of 2 inches."
How he can think coherently enough to answer is crazy to think about because I can barely form thoughts.
I become aware that he's not moving, so I open my eyes and see him looking at me.
It's a look I can't describe and when I narrow my eyes he slides just a little bit out of me and slides back in again.
Time loses meaning as we start moving together in sync, not in just movement, but in feeling as well.
We never break eye contact and our bodies are never more than an inch apart.
More than the intimacy of our bodies joined connects us in this moment.
Our bodies are covered in each other's sweat and we're breathing each other's air, recycling it back and forth.
"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."
Sheldon hoarsely whispers to me, and tears come to my eyes.
"You make me feel like I am covered in diamonds, my Moonpie."
We smile at each other and it's at this moment that our orgasms occur.
While we are smiling into each other's eyes.
We meet in the middle for a kiss that blows all other kisses I have ever had out of the water and I feel him release into me in pulsing waves and in that moment I feel like I am being carried away on a wave.
I am at once floating in the middle of an ocean of pleasure, free and unfettered, but at the same time secure and safe in Sheldon Cooper's arms in the middle of that ocean.
It is pure and beautiful and by the end of it I can feel tears running down my face.
I open eyes I hadn't realized I had closed and Sheldon has this look of amazement on his face while slowly wiping tears from my cheeks.
"Are you ok, Penny?"
I nod, mainly because I am beyond words right now. I don't even think I could form words right now.
He is still inside of me and doesn't seem keen to move anytime soon, even though I can feel him soften inside of me and I am completely fine with that.
I don't know if I could bare the separation right now with my emotional instability.
So, we just lay and hold each other, softly stroking and caressing every available surface.
Eventually we do separate but not far. We lay facing each other and just intertwine our hands, covered only by the moon's light.
His pale skin is even paler in the glow and he looks like he is made of porcelain, in this moment his eyes are such a pale blue he looks blind.
He looks ethereal and almost supernatural in this moment.
"You are so beautiful, Sheldon."
We smile 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."
There is nothing to say to this.
I just kiss him.
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