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In My Thoughts, Always	By : Amelia_Jade Category: 1 through F > The Big Bang Theory Views: 29328 -:- 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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First and foremost I want to thank MyOwnStar for her help with this fic, I plan on this being a long term fic and I hope for her to be my editor if she will have me lol if I get favorable reviews and even if I don't I may finish anyway as this is something I wanted to get out.
WARNINGS: This is an M fic for a reason and WILL include many subjects others may find upsetting or offputting. Such as: disturbing thoughts, sexual situations(both imagined and real), these will definitely be involved in the fic other warnings will be posted as they happen. PLEASE DO NOT read if you believe this will upset you if you do I will not take your flames to heart as this is my warning to you to STOP READING NOW! If you have constructive reviews and criticisms I will be more than happy to speak with you about them. Thank you.
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Italics are flashbacks
S-POV
He hated the sweats she wore, the maroon shirt that hung loosely on her body and the cropped pants that showed less of her legs than he would have liked. He sighed lightly to himself, pouring a drink as he looked away from her. As much as he may rant about her 'slutty tops' and the 'indecent' clothes she wore, he enjoyed them all the same. As long as he was the only one viewing her in them.
It really didn't matter what she wore though. Every curve of her body was etched into his memory from the very first day they'd met, thanks to his eidetic memory: she'd worn very short denim shorts and a light t-shirt that showed off her stomach a bit. The same kind of clothes the girls back home used to wear back before he'd gone off to college at 12. He'd rarely experienced such a sudden increase in his libido the way he had that day.
He put the cranberry juice back in the refrigerator.
"Hey, Sheldon," Penny happily chirped closing the door behind her.
"Hello, Penny."
"How's it going?" She was casual as she walked up to the couch, plopping down dangerously close to his spot.
Sheldon suppressed a smirk. He was sure she did not do this intentionally but it always caused him to graze up against her when he finally would sit down, which would then cause her to realize that she was way too close to him. She would back off, knowing his perceived personal space boundaries and apologize (if only to not have to listen to the rant that she thought would ensue if she didn't) Otherwise she would just stay in the same place, believing she was pushing his buttons, and laugh at his 'discomfort'.
He knew that if he had gotten her used to moving upon the slightest of interactions or signals, he could someday get her closer to him through the same means. Not like conditioning her through chocolates, like he'd once done when she first started dating Leonard. No, this was more a paradigm shift in her perception of him. She would get there. He would make sure of it. He would guide her, and she couldn't have a better teacher in his mind.
His steps always appeared graceful when he strolled in the direction of people, but it was more a self-taught control of his movements. As a child, he was so pent up with intelligent energy, buzzing with the need to try new things and experiment with the world around him, that one of the doctors his mother had gone to actually suggested Ritalin for his seemingly endless energy. It wasn't until he was tested to see if he "was crazy" that anyone realized he was crazy…crazy smart. His intelligence was beyond measure, and not only was he enrolled in a variety of advanced classes and higher grades, he was also provided lessons on how to suppress his nervous energy and, well, harness it.
The result was a controlled, steady, almost diabolical Dr. Sheldon Cooper.
But the energy was starting up again; that energy he found caused his fingers to twitch and his mind to zoom with the need to scratch an exploratory itch, an itch named Penny.
Smiling sweetly at him, Penny asked, "Where's Leonard?"
"Dropping off a package at the post office." Sheldon sat his drink down on the table before him, looked at Penny briefly then at the TV. The Discovery Channel was on. When he sat down, he realized she had already moved with no opportunity for him to 'accidentally' graze against her. This disappointed him, thus causing him to be short with his answer to her next inquiry.
"Oh." She sat back. "What's he shipping?"
"I didn't ask," he snapped shortly, his frustration with Penny not moving from the topic of Leonard starting to slip through.
"Why?"
He gave her a blank look that somehow conveyed pointedly. "Because I don't care." But what she didn't catch was the finished thought that flashed uncontrollably across his face, "And neither should you."
"Oh." Penny licked her lips and looked away. "I would have asked."
"That's the difference between you and I, Penny," Sheldon said, picking up the remote control. "You are consistently in the business of others, while my focus is on the more pressing issues of the day. Maybe if you focused more on yourself, you could be as productive as I." He smugly glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. With this glance he didn't miss the glare she was giving him.
"Like what video game to play? Or what new comic book to buy?"
Sheldon looked down at her, his lips curling into a tiny smile. "Precisely."
She couldn't help but return the smile as she rolled her eyes. He did that sometimes—made her smile. Often it was unintentional, but he liked to push her buttons and see where she found amusement or spark: the better to gauge and manipulate any situation that presented himself concerning Penny. He found talking about her personality and quirks like this elicited a feistier side to her, which he hoped would manifest into a titillating tension (perhaps, sexual tension). He likened her reactions to a chemistry experiment, add an ingredient and get a reaction, add a different ingredient get a different reaction. He liked comparing Penny to science—combining his two favorite things.
He noticed that the one thing that lacked between her and Leonard was that tension. The friction of battle, and the sparking of wits. He secretly shivered every time he was able to create this interaction with her when Leonard was around; it made him feel naughty, like a boy fooling around with a girl underneath a blanket in front of his mother. A situation he had never had either the urge or need to be in before he'd met Penny.
He wasn't sure what excited him more: Penny's sassy attitude towards him that he intentionally drew out of her, or Leonard's pouty, almost angry reaction to being ignored by her. Leonard was a bad friend, as was revealed during their arduous Arctic sojourn, thus Sheldon felt no remorse for these feelings towards his 'best friend. '
She got up from her spot next to him, after a couple minutes of silence had passed, and breezed past his white board to the fridge to raid it for her own drink.
His hand leaned against the edge of his whiteboard as he looked down at this new girl who was standing, impressed, before his work. She'd asked him if he was one of those "beautiful mind, genius guys."
"Yea," he responded, almost breathless as his heart beat a little heavier in his chest. At first he believed himself to be developing an arrhythmia. Leonard, of course, tried to regain Penny's attention but she was already grabbed by Sheldon's.
He'd noticed the way her eyes visually groped his appearance and the slight roam she gave to his tall form as he spoke. He immediately imaged her small hands following the trail her eyes had made over him, but brushed it away almost as quickly as it came. That pathway of thought at this time could only lead to embarrassing situations and he didn't need that in front of Leonard.
When she sat in 'his spot,' he'd almost lost it, but not because she was sitting on his favorite couch cushion as Leonard believed. It was because of all the spots in all the room, she'd chosen his. When she'd offered a seat next to her for him to sit, he'd more than happily have taken it but the new thoughts running through his head violated what he considered good judgment and self control. So, he didn't. He went back to his safety net of ranting about 'his spot', as the new sensations that were bombarding him were slightly frightening to him.
He would later use this scenario in his mind's eye repeatedly, with the element of Leonard having been removed, to play out various scenes. One scenario would be Sheldon easing his way onto Penny, startling the new tenant and rendering her speechless as he ravaged her body. Her fear an added aphrodisiac to his otherwise heightened senses; he could imagine her smell, her pheromones wafting toward him. Begging him to mate with her, be her man. And he would in this scenario. He would be the Alpha. Another scenario would be her getting up from the spot, apologetic, and perhaps so much so that she would make her own 'amends' with her new neighbor… in order to keep the peace of course, because she was sweet and neighborly that way. Only with him though, as she was HIS neighbor. The variety of story lines that were played out served Sheldon well when he was alone in bed or in the shower.
As she walked past his white board again, giving it a glance, she took a seat in the small chair next to the kitchen, to his unseen disappointment. She held a soda in her hands. She crossed her legs and popped the drink open, a loud hiss sounding in the air.
"What're the plans for tonight?" she asked casually, taking a sip from her drink.
Sheldon's gaze was mild as he responded. "Will you be joining us?"
"Depends on what's going on," she egged.
He sighed. "I don't know about Leonard, but I will be watching the Director's Cut edition of Lord of the Rings."
"Ah…." Penny looked interested. "Is that the one with that hot Aragorn guy in it?" She grinned at Sheldon knowing he would be upset with her flippant remark about the movie.
Sheldon looked perturbed with her casual description of the great movie. "Yes, I believe it is, Penny. Does this influence your decision to join us?" He asked shortly (shortly for Sheldon that is).
She laughed lightly as she shook her head, turning to the TV. "I will never understand you, Sheldon."
You will someday, he thought. I'll make sure you understand everything. "Do you even try?"
She didn't realize how caring and sappy her following comment sounded until it had already escaped her lips, "More than you know, Moonpie." This statement surprised and pleased Sheldon greatly, but all he did to show this pleasure was smile in a slightly goofy way in the opposite direction from where she was seated as to not be observed.
The door opened ad Leonard walked in, instantly smiling at the sight of Penny in the room. "Hey!"
"Hey," Penny responded with a wave. "Heard you were at the post office."
"Yeah. Had to ship my mother some of the books she left here last time."
Penny nodded, giving Sheldon a smug look of victory. Sheldon conceded, she might be nosy but she got the information she wanted.
L-POV
Leonard always loved when she wore those loose fitting sweatshirts. Now, of course he adored the scanty outfits she wore—what man wouldn't? But it was something about the way the fabric hung on her skin, like a present that begged for him to slide his hands underneath and discover.
She failed to notice him undressing her with his eyes as he strolled past her, watching her hang a leg over the arm of the seat she was in. He walked to his bedroom, guarding his parcel from prying eyes, and dropped off something he had picked up on his way back. It was actually a series of adult themed Japanese manga that he promised himself he would buy without Sheldon present. This was primarily because the feature woman in the graphic novel looked a lot like what he considered Penny would look like if she were drawn as anime, and didn't want to hear Sheldon's droning about how unrealistic his expectations of being with Penny were as he had done many times in the past. Even if Leonard wasn't with Penny anymore, he would at least have his comic book of her.
Besides, he'd managed to win her heart at one point. He would do it again. It was his primary goal sometimes: to get her attention. And it must be working, because she is always coming over to hang out. He couldn't go back to being alone, not when he had had someone like Penny in his life, someone who was actually starting to gain some interest in the things he liked: a hot chick with nerd undertones. Nothing was more ideal to him.
Stepping out the room, he overheard Sheldon lecturing Penny on the animal that was featured on the TV show they were watching. Leonard inwardly groaned, hating the sound of Sheldon's voice sometimes, it just never seemed to stop and it seemed even worse when Penny was around. His voice constantly interrupted Leonard and drew Penny's attention to him, and if it was anyone else he would be upset, believing them to want Penny all for themselves. However, this was Sheldon; he didn't have a deal like normal guys. He walked past Penny again, making sure to graze the leg sticking out from the chair with a feather light touch as he did so. She smiled at him uncomfortably and shifted her leg away. Leonard didn't notice Sheldon's narrowed eyes or clenched fists on his knees, despite his pleasure over Penny's response to the unsolicited contact Leonard gave her, Sheldon did not appreciate Leonard's forward manner towards Penny. Penny was oblivious to Sheldon's reaction all saw was Leonard leering at her.
"So, what brings you here, Penny?" Leonard asked as he sat down in his own chair across from Penny. Separated by the coffee table with Sheldon in his spot, they almost created a perfect triangle Leonard noticed absently.
P-POV
She shrugged. "Apparently we are viewing the Director's Cut of the Lord of the Rings, isn't that right Moonpie?" Penny grinned at Sheldon, impishly, as she mimicked his exact words and tone from earlier.
She loved pushing Sheldon's buttons on a normal basis and now was no exception. Penny was not dumb, naive maybe—and attractive always—but Penny was a lot smarter than most people, especially men gave her credit for—especially for having failed out of community college as Sheldon so often liked to bring up. She knew how to observe others and use what she learned to her advantage. For instance, she'd observed the quickest way to rile Sheldon up was to refer to him as "Moonpie." For Leonard it was to bring up his insecurities, which were plentiful and numerous. As far as Howard was concerned, it was his 'abilites' with women, and Raj, well, she just had to be present, although she thought Raj was adorable and wished she could help him get over his problem without alcohol.
Sheldon looked at her and said his famous line, "Penny, only Meemaw calls me Moonpie."
What really got Sheldon's feathers ruffled was when she said the line at the exact same time and way he did, rolling her eyes as she mimicked him.
She laughed out loud at their interaction and likened it to two hens pecking at each other, and given her Nebraskan upbringing, she could appreciate the analogy. She knew if she said it out loud Sheldon would have a conniption fit as she was aware of his dislike for chickens. What she was unaware of, however, was the blush of happiness that lit her face up during this interaction, or the reaction of those present to said blush.
She knew Leonard was observing their interaction and was pouting over it as he always did. She sighed audibly and went to soothe his ruffled feathers, giggling inwardly at the feathers thought after her previous chicken analogy. She was just about to say something to Leonard, when they could hear Howard and Raj arguing so loudly in the hall over who was a better match for Bella from Twilight, Edward or Jacob, that they heard them through the walls. Raj, stopping in the middle of his argument of siding with team Jacob on this one, said, "Us brown people have to stick together!" As soon as he saw Penny in the room, he halted abruptly. Behind him, Howard counter that ,"Vampires always get the girl!" He too halted, almost running right into his friend. Both blushed at the looks they received from the three previous occupants in the room and scurried to their seats.
Penny could tell from the red faces and hunched positions that they were praying someone would say something to draw attention away from the very unmanly things they were just discussing, so she showed mercy, for Raj's sake at least. Howard could fry in his own pervertedness for all she cared.
"So, who wants to see Viggo Mortenson defeat Sauron!"
The horror that dawned on Sheldon and Leonard's faces at her utterly ridiculous comment was totally worth the idiocy she knew she had just spewed forth into the abyss.
Thus, with being the impulsive creature she was, she threw her head back and laughed.
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