The Tickling Equation
Title: The Penny-Sheldon Truth Hypothesis (3/5)
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Word count: 231
Disclaimer: Neither the Big Bang Theory nor Sheldon Cooper are mine. I dearly wish they were, but sadly I'm too poor.
Summary: A series of drabbles concerning what the boys saw.
Howard Wolowitz was a man of the world, a real ladies man. He prided himself on the fact that he could unclasp a woman’s bra in 2.6 seconds, provided the woman was sufficiently drunk enough to not know the difference between him and Brad Pitt. Yes, Howard Wolowitz knew what women wanted (which was, of course, his delectable body), and he set about giving women just that. He was a man who knew things.
Plus, he had a Master’s degree in Engineering.
None of which aided him in making any sense of how or why Penny and Sheldon were currently sprawled out on the floor giggling like two individuals recently escaped from the insane asylum.
Correction, Sheldon was sprawled out on the floor. Penny was straddled on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head.
“Hey Howard,” Penny managed to get out through her breathless laughing. “Did you know Sheldon’s ticklish?”
For a brief moment, Howard was stunned into silence before he quickly recovered himself.
“No, but if you want I can show you my ticklish spots,” he replied with a dirty leer and a waggle of the eyebrows.
Later that afternoon, as he nursed his bloody and broken nose, he reflect on the fact that one thing he should have known is that Penny was perfectly capable of throwing a shoe at him from that distance and not missing.
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Word count: 231
Disclaimer: Neither the Big Bang Theory nor Sheldon Cooper are mine. I dearly wish they were, but sadly I'm too poor.
Summary: A series of drabbles concerning what the boys saw.
Howard Wolowitz was a man of the world, a real ladies man. He prided himself on the fact that he could unclasp a woman’s bra in 2.6 seconds, provided the woman was sufficiently drunk enough to not know the difference between him and Brad Pitt. Yes, Howard Wolowitz knew what women wanted (which was, of course, his delectable body), and he set about giving women just that. He was a man who knew things.
Plus, he had a Master’s degree in Engineering.
None of which aided him in making any sense of how or why Penny and Sheldon were currently sprawled out on the floor giggling like two individuals recently escaped from the insane asylum.
Correction, Sheldon was sprawled out on the floor. Penny was straddled on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head.
“Hey Howard,” Penny managed to get out through her breathless laughing. “Did you know Sheldon’s ticklish?”
For a brief moment, Howard was stunned into silence before he quickly recovered himself.
“No, but if you want I can show you my ticklish spots,” he replied with a dirty leer and a waggle of the eyebrows.
Later that afternoon, as he nursed his bloody and broken nose, he reflect on the fact that one thing he should have known is that Penny was perfectly capable of throwing a shoe at him from that distance and not missing.