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TITLE: Blueberry Kisses
FANDOM: The Big Bang Theory
PAIRING: Sheldon/Penny
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 400
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a little dabble inspired by 6x04 The Re-Entry Minimization
Sheldon wiped the last of the blueberry sauce from his face, staring intently at his
reflection in the mirror. Raising a hand, his fingers gently brushed across his nose, cheeks, jaw and forehead; all the places Penny and Amy kissed him.
It was not surprising in the least that Penny could pin him down in a wrestling match. But what was surprising, Penny kissing him. It puzzled him. Amy was understandable, she is in fact his girlfriend and starves for that sort of connection with him. But Penny? A lot of her actions have no rhyme or reason to them. Sometimes they contradicted her words, but that just seemed to be Penny. She just does what she wants. And she probably just wanted to get under his skin, and she succeeded.
“Sheldon.” Penny’s voiced drifted behind the closed bathroom door. “Are you almost done in there?”
“Penny,” he opened the door, “You have your own restroom, in your own apartment, why don’t you just go over there to clean yourself up?”
“Because,” Penny dabbed at her face with a towel, “Amy rushed over there to get clean. She’s using my restroom.”
“You also have a working kitchen sink.” That gained him an eye roll.
“Ok I’m just lazy and don’t feel like walking over there. Leonard is using your kitchen sink, and you look like you’re done, so…” She trailed off, gesturing her hands in a way that he understands of her being annoyed.
“C’mon Sheldon. I swear, I think I might even have blueberry in my ear.” She rubbed the towel in her right ear.
Sheldon stared at Penny, the woman that taunted him all night long. Seeing her annoyance from denying her entrance to the restroom was somewhat satisfying.
His eyes flickered down to her mouth, to the lips that pressed against his skin, noticing the tiny smudge of blueberry still lingering at the corner of her mouth.
“Very well,” he leaned forwarded and pressed his lips to that very spot. “All yours.” he licked his lips, tasting blueberry, giving Penny a smug look.
“Sheldon…”
“You still have a bit of blueberry on your face.”
He closed the door before there was any other response. He may have had his ass handed to him all night, but that moment, Penny’s shocked expression, felt like an odd sense of victory.
TITLE: He Loves The Feel
FANDOM: Supernatural RPS
PAIRING: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 156
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just my silly little head!canon behind Cockles face stroking.
He loves the feel of it. The roughness of it. The way it drags across his skin. The tiny little blotches it leaves in its wake. It’s a reminder of who left them there. He’s addicted to the feel. He craves it. So much so it starts to show. He has to touch it. Doesn’t matter if they’re in public doing press. He’ll take what he can get, just to feel. Something to tie him over until they’re alone.
When his hand glides over the stubble, the arousal is instant. A little tinge sparks on his inner left thigh, a remembrance of last night when he was begging, “Please, Misha.” The words replaying, “Don’t worry, I got you,” followed by the delicious drag of stubble caressing his thigh, moments before he was blissfully enclosed in wet heat.
He loves the feel of it; the yearning and promises it holds.
FANDOM: The Big Bang Theory
PAIRING: Sheldon/Penny
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 400
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a little dabble inspired by 6x04 The Re-Entry Minimization
Sheldon wiped the last of the blueberry sauce from his face, staring intently at his
reflection in the mirror. Raising a hand, his fingers gently brushed across his nose, cheeks, jaw and forehead; all the places Penny and Amy kissed him.
It was not surprising in the least that Penny could pin him down in a wrestling match. But what was surprising, Penny kissing him. It puzzled him. Amy was understandable, she is in fact his girlfriend and starves for that sort of connection with him. But Penny? A lot of her actions have no rhyme or reason to them. Sometimes they contradicted her words, but that just seemed to be Penny. She just does what she wants. And she probably just wanted to get under his skin, and she succeeded.
“Sheldon.” Penny’s voiced drifted behind the closed bathroom door. “Are you almost done in there?”
“Penny,” he opened the door, “You have your own restroom, in your own apartment, why don’t you just go over there to clean yourself up?”
“Because,” Penny dabbed at her face with a towel, “Amy rushed over there to get clean. She’s using my restroom.”
“You also have a working kitchen sink.” That gained him an eye roll.
“Ok I’m just lazy and don’t feel like walking over there. Leonard is using your kitchen sink, and you look like you’re done, so…” She trailed off, gesturing her hands in a way that he understands of her being annoyed.
“C’mon Sheldon. I swear, I think I might even have blueberry in my ear.” She rubbed the towel in her right ear.
Sheldon stared at Penny, the woman that taunted him all night long. Seeing her annoyance from denying her entrance to the restroom was somewhat satisfying.
His eyes flickered down to her mouth, to the lips that pressed against his skin, noticing the tiny smudge of blueberry still lingering at the corner of her mouth.
“Very well,” he leaned forwarded and pressed his lips to that very spot. “All yours.” he licked his lips, tasting blueberry, giving Penny a smug look.
“Sheldon…”
“You still have a bit of blueberry on your face.”
He closed the door before there was any other response. He may have had his ass handed to him all night, but that moment, Penny’s shocked expression, felt like an odd sense of victory.
TITLE: He Loves The Feel
FANDOM: Supernatural RPS
PAIRING: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 156
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just my silly little head!canon behind Cockles face stroking.
He loves the feel of it. The roughness of it. The way it drags across his skin. The tiny little blotches it leaves in its wake. It’s a reminder of who left them there. He’s addicted to the feel. He craves it. So much so it starts to show. He has to touch it. Doesn’t matter if they’re in public doing press. He’ll take what he can get, just to feel. Something to tie him over until they’re alone.
When his hand glides over the stubble, the arousal is instant. A little tinge sparks on his inner left thigh, a remembrance of last night when he was begging, “Please, Misha.” The words replaying, “Don’t worry, I got you,” followed by the delicious drag of stubble caressing his thigh, moments before he was blissfully enclosed in wet heat.
He loves the feel of it; the yearning and promises it holds.