help_japan Found Poetry for notalwaysweak: This Will Be the Hard Part (BBT)
Title: This Will Be the Hard Part
Rating: Rish/NC-17ish - look, there's sex.
Disclaimer: BBT isn't mine, etc.
This is found poetry for notalwaysweak, who very generously donated to help_japan. ♥
("Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and/or lines (and consequently meaning)." Source)
The source material is her Big Bang Theory fic The Awards Night Attraction, which I'd def rec.
This Will Be the Hard Part
Penny puts her hair up,
leaves it down,
twists it around her fingers,
and finally puts it in a simple French braid.
She feels good
and looks good
and her hair’s behaving
and she hasn’t had any dress disasters
and Raj is drunk enough to be chatty
but not enough to be hitting on anyone;
And the winner of the Best Actress award is... Penny-
and Penny is frozen for a moment.
She hesitates when she gets to Sheldon,
but he responds for her, catching
her in a surprisingly warm embrace.
One hand rests at the small of her back,
the other arm going around her shoulders,
and she wraps her arms around
his waist,
leaning into him.
(For a tall,
skinny geek,
he’s remarkably solid
and reassuring)
He bends his head,
looking surprisingly serious ,
and kisses her,
shyly but purposefully,
right on the mouth.
Sheldon, what the hell?
She pulls herself together
(of course),
makes her speech,
and then goes to sit back down.
Sheldon is, as ever, inscrutable.
Bastard.
The after-party is in
another room of the same hotel-
Sheldon still hasn’t said anything.
She manages to corner
him behind a potted plant
near the cloakroom.
Why did you kiss me?
His face turns ever so slightly pink;
I was merely-
She catches Sheldon’s hand
and drags him in behind her,
letting the door click closed.
The accumulated possessions of
hundreds of people from
hundreds of ceremonies are
sorted into crates that line the walls.
She sips more of her bubbles
and gives him an expectant look.
(Here is a fortune in
missing things
waiting to be claimed.)
She’s waiting for an admission of a crush,
and while Sheldon’s the last person she’d
expect to hear it from,
he has that kind of stammer to his tone.
It was purely the heat of the moment.
He looks utterly stunned and shaken,
&
she doesn’t wait for his answer;
she kisses him.
I’ve noticed that alcohol
lowers my inhibitions somewhat,
he confesses
She just kisses him again,
one hand going up to grip his short hair,
the other curling around the back of his neck.
She can feel the curve of
his smile against her lips.
I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to.
(He kisses her and
she loses herself in the kiss.)
His mouth presses hot
against her collarbone,
tongue darting out to
taste her skin
She steps forward so her feet
are either side of his,
&
she settles straddling his lap.
The moan that Penny
lets out when her dress
puddles around her waist
and Sheldon’s eager mouth
fastens onto her nipple
is almost his name.
He sucks in a breath
and then hisses it
right
back
out
when her fingers
slip the leather
of his belt
free of the buckle
and flick
open the button.
Breathe, Sheldon, she whispers.
When she stands up the dress
falls to the floor;
We’re going to be missed
if we don’t hurry up.
When she sinks down onto him
it’s like the moment
when he first kissed her
m
u
l
t
i
p
l
i
e
d
e x p o n e n t i a l l y ,
shocking
and new
and good
I don’t want to rush this.
Sheldon settles
one hand
on her lower back
and pulls her
tighter against him
Don’t want you to stop
His fingertips dig into her skin
Don’t stop, Penny
She feels his whole body
SHUDDER
lets out a strangled moan
into her
mouth.
Oh, Sheldon, she whispers,
next time…
Next time,
he agrees.
Finis
Rating: Rish/NC-17ish - look, there's sex.
Disclaimer: BBT isn't mine, etc.
This is found poetry for notalwaysweak, who very generously donated to help_japan. ♥
("Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and/or lines (and consequently meaning)." Source)
The source material is her Big Bang Theory fic The Awards Night Attraction, which I'd def rec.
This Will Be the Hard Part
Penny puts her hair up,
leaves it down,
twists it around her fingers,
and finally puts it in a simple French braid.
She feels good
and looks good
and her hair’s behaving
and she hasn’t had any dress disasters
and Raj is drunk enough to be chatty
but not enough to be hitting on anyone;
And the winner of the Best Actress award is... Penny-
and Penny is frozen for a moment.
She hesitates when she gets to Sheldon,
but he responds for her, catching
her in a surprisingly warm embrace.
One hand rests at the small of her back,
the other arm going around her shoulders,
and she wraps her arms around
his waist,
leaning into him.
(For a tall,
skinny geek,
he’s remarkably solid
and reassuring)
He bends his head,
looking surprisingly serious ,
and kisses her,
shyly but purposefully,
right on the mouth.
Sheldon, what the hell?
She pulls herself together
(of course),
makes her speech,
and then goes to sit back down.
Sheldon is, as ever, inscrutable.
Bastard.
The after-party is in
another room of the same hotel-
Sheldon still hasn’t said anything.
She manages to corner
him behind a potted plant
near the cloakroom.
Why did you kiss me?
His face turns ever so slightly pink;
I was merely-
She catches Sheldon’s hand
and drags him in behind her,
letting the door click closed.
The accumulated possessions of
hundreds of people from
hundreds of ceremonies are
sorted into crates that line the walls.
She sips more of her bubbles
and gives him an expectant look.
(Here is a fortune in
missing things
waiting to be claimed.)
She’s waiting for an admission of a crush,
and while Sheldon’s the last person she’d
expect to hear it from,
he has that kind of stammer to his tone.
It was purely the heat of the moment.
He looks utterly stunned and shaken,
&
she doesn’t wait for his answer;
she kisses him.
I’ve noticed that alcohol
lowers my inhibitions somewhat,
he confesses
She just kisses him again,
one hand going up to grip his short hair,
the other curling around the back of his neck.
She can feel the curve of
his smile against her lips.
I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to.
(He kisses her and
she loses herself in the kiss.)
His mouth presses hot
against her collarbone,
tongue darting out to
taste her skin
She steps forward so her feet
are either side of his,
&
she settles straddling his lap.
The moan that Penny
lets out when her dress
puddles around her waist
and Sheldon’s eager mouth
fastens onto her nipple
is almost his name.
He sucks in a breath
and then hisses it
right
back
out
when her fingers
slip the leather
of his belt
free of the buckle
and flick
open the button.
Breathe, Sheldon, she whispers.
When she stands up the dress
falls to the floor;
We’re going to be missed
if we don’t hurry up.
When she sinks down onto him
it’s like the moment
when he first kissed her
m
u
l
t
i
p
l
i
e
d
e x p o n e n t i a l l y ,
shocking
and new
and good
I don’t want to rush this.
Sheldon settles
one hand
on her lower back
and pulls her
tighter against him
Don’t want you to stop
His fingertips dig into her skin
Don’t stop, Penny
She feels his whole body
SHUDDER
lets out a strangled moan
into her
mouth.
Oh, Sheldon, she whispers,
next time…
Next time,
he agrees.
Finis