Sheldon x Penny

Chapter 2: Sheldon's Sleepless Night

Sheldon stared up at his bedroom ceiling, deep in thought. It had been just over a year since his first interaction with Penny. He reflected on their trip to the grocery store during his 'involuntary vacation' and recalled that it had been an enjoyable experience. He thought back to their first Christmas as neighbours and remembered the wonderful gift she had given him - A napkin signed and most importantly USED by his idol, Leonard Nimoy. He wiggled his toes under the duvet in sheer excitement, grinning as he relived the moment. He liked to replay it in his head from time to time, just before drifting off to sleep. It filled him with a delightful warmth that brought about a peculiar feeling. One of which he had always struggled to comprehend the meaning of. As he slipped further into the memory his pupils dilated, his skin feeling warmer and tighter. This would often happen when he recalled this particular memory. Despite her lack of intellectual capability and bad habits, he had grown fond of penny. He trusted her and she trusted him. They shared a mutual understanding and reciprocated respect that he had often found challenging to establish with others. She made him feel comfortable. 

Sheldon's eyes grew heavy as he turned onto his side, gently nestling his head into the pillow. He felt tired but his body was filled with an excited energy that kept him awake. He wriggled around for a moment, testing out different positions in search of one that would offer him optimal relaxation. It was way past his bed time now and he feared that a sleepless night would interfere with his strict adherence to his daily and nightly routines. Eventually he found himself lying on his front, head turned, hands either side of the pillow. His cheeks flushed as he dove further into the memory, recalling the hug he had given her after receiving such a wonderful gift. Sheldon often found any form of intimacy extremely challenging but in that moment his inhibitions regarding the matter were melted away by an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He began to think about the way her skin felt when he held her- Soft and smooth, just like he had imagined. He thought about this for a while and began to wonder if the rest of her body would feel the same. Turning his head once more in a final attempt to get comfortable, he reminded himself that Leonard had always expressed a romantic interest in penny and that his feelings in this moment were perhaps inappropriate. Although, he couldn't quite gage what these feelings even were exactly. His mind returned to penny once again, his slim frame pressing into the centre of the mattress as he felt his body becoming warmer, more sensitive. Slowly, he buried himself deeper into the bed, pushing with his pelvis in soft gyrating motions. He let out a short expel of breath, inhaling back through his nose as he closed his eyes tight. Sheldon thought about all the men he had seen leaving Penny's apartment over the time that he had known her. Why would she need so many sexual partners?  was she not being sexually satisfied? He was aroused by the indisputable curiosity that beckoned him. His compulsive need to best everyone caused his imagination to run wild with detailed and explicit scenarios where he would proceed to satisfy her in a way these men could not. Thrusting faster now, he thought about the soft moans he had heard through the walls of his bedroom on the nights she had stayed in their apartment with Leonard. He thought back to the day they had met, and how her legs looked in her denim shorts, curving perfectly at her hips and dipping back in at her waist. He began to wonder if she had ever thought about him in the same way. Sheldon was no stranger to the concept of masturbation, however it had always been very clinical to him- never in his life had he indulged in his primal urges quite like this. As he wet his lips, he imagined what it would feel like to have penny beneath him, moving back and forth on his throbbing erection, bringing the both of them closer and closer to climax.

 He was almost certain that he would do a better job than Leonard.  

Leonard.

Suddenly, Sheldon became overwhelmed with an immense, heavy sensation in his chest which he could only assume to be guilt. Leonard was his best friend. He tried as hard as he could to suppress the urge to relieve himself at the thought of their beautiful neighbour and his desire to touch her, to kiss her. He had never felt this way about anyone. He slowed down, his body pulsating as he tried not to tip himself over the edge. The temptation consumed him. He felt it in every inch of his body. If he didn't cum, there would be no betrayal. No guilt. Sheldon lay there, rigid, trying to regain control over his breath, over his mind that continued to race as he attempted to convince himself that this fantasy he had conjured up was all completely illogical. Unnecessary. He was above this. Superior. Homo novas. 

Eventually he began to relax, overcoming his intense carnal urges. He couldn't stand the idea of keeping secrets, however this was something he would have to keep to himself.