Fic: Breathing Time Machine (Take You All For A Ride) [1/4?]
Title: Breathing Time Machine (Take You All For A Ride) [1/4?]
Author: Meg / juniperlane / betternovembers
Spoilers: Through BBT 3.05, FlashFoward 1.01
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1806
Disclaimer: TBBT, the concept of FlashFoward, and pretty much everything ever do not belong to me. Also, I did very little research into Halo.
Notes: So, this was the first thing I started to write for this fandom, and so far it's pretty much just an excuse to get Sheldon and Penny into bed, apparently? This is not really a straight up BBT/FlashForward crossover, as FlashForward characters will not be making anything more than cameos - but more a what if the gang had flash forwards and were in that universe, etc. There will most likely be background Howard/Raj, so you have been warned. Ridiculous title is adapted from The Avett Brothers song "Laundry Room" which is in no way ridiculous itself.
October 5, 2009 - 8:13:43 PM - Monday
The last time she came over for Thai night, she got dragged into that terrible card game involving Kaa, or Khan, or whatever, but despite her misgivings, it's been a long day at the Cheesecake Factory, and honestly, she just wants Leonard to cuddle her and maybe rub her lower back a little. Of course, as soon as she's in the boys' apartment, Sheldon is ignoring her, Howard is... being Howard, and Raj is sitting on the floor, lips pressed tightly together, left hand caught in Howard's slacks as he tugs to pass along each message. Penny has always secretly wondered if there's something between Wolowitz and Koothrappali, but she's never had the guts nor the appropriate, gay-friendly location to discuss how friends touch friends and if perhaps anatomical reference charts are needed to demonstrate the general locales of inappropriate touching. And she really, really does not want to get into what boys can do with other boys, so she's just going to let them figure it out on their own.
Lately, after the whole Wil Wheaton thing (Leonard had told her the story, which he had heard from Raj, and his neck was at the approximate angle of "I find this amusing because I secretly enjoy the humiliation of others (particularly Sheldon)" or about 40 degrees) Sheldon seemed to have given up the ghost. He had just taken the styrofoam container from Leonard silently, and settled a little further into his spot on the coach. It was unthinkable, really. Sure, Leonard had managed to acquire his meal in the exact manner Sheldon preferred, but Sheldon hadn't even verified the source of his condiments.
She can't help but shoot worried glances at him for the rest of the night. The rest of the boys don't notice (or maybe they're even secretly relieved?) that Sheldon is being remarkably quiet, and doesn't put even put up a fight when she asks to watch House during dinner, even though she knows he considers it a blight on the fictional legacy of Sherlock Holmes. Howard babbles during the commercials about how he'd let Thirteen treat him any day of the week, and it's actually sort of soothing to have some slice of normalcy happening, even if it's Howard being gross.
She turns down Leonard's unspoken request for her to stay over by kissing him on his forehead, and claiming laundry. He's upset, well, not quite that, but it's definitely more than disappointment on his face.
Maybe he should be upset. When she's back in her apartment, she gets into bed even though she's not tired. And anyway, she's saving her laundry for Saturday night.
October 6, 2009 - 11:00:30 AM - Tuesday / April 29, 2010 - 10:00:00 PM - Thursday
It's nothing like a dream, everything seems oversaturated and heavy and real. She feels awake. She is awake. She's in bed, curled on her side, the plaid comforter pulled up to her neck, sliding bare legs back and forth across the cool sheets. Pushing her face into the pillow and breathing in the smell of soap and paper and something unmistakably boy. There's the warm press of his body flush behind hers, the soft drag of a hand creeping up her side, and there, right at the junction of her neck and shoulder, a kiss so light she barely feels it.
"Once again, I must commend you on your victory tonight. It was earned, even if Wolowitz was distracted and has never quite grasped the intricacy of the new stealth-based mechanics of ODST in the first place," Sheldon says, while his hand moves from her side so he can wrap his arm around her. She presses back against his chest, feeling how warm he is. He's still slightly damp from his nightly shower, and where his fingertips press against her skin she can feel the wrinkles. His voice is quiet and amused, and it doesn't really sound like he is saying the words grudgingly. But there's something off about it anyway.
"Thank you, sweetie." She turns her head a bit, feels his leg slip in between hers, and her toes catch in flannel. "Are you ok?"
She can feel him breath in, breath out before he answers. "Fine, Penny. I am fine. It's just that right now everything seems overly familiar."
She knows the feeling. "In a bad way?"
He doesn't answer at that moment, instead pulling away so he has room to maneuver her onto her back, and it is familiar, but in the best possible way when he covers her body with his, when he braces himself on one arm and uses his other hand to discover that she's only wearing one of his t-shirts and that's it, when they're able to stop kissing long enough so she can pull the sleeves of his pajama top of one arm, then the other.
While his mouth is occupied against her collarbone, she runs her hands through his still-damp hair, leans in and murmurs, "We have done this before, you know. A few times now, even." Angles her head and ghosts her lips across the shell of his ear. He reacts pretty much exactly how she expects he will, by correcting her. But now, she's got him trained enough to multitask while he's going over her mistakes and fixing them in his own way. He's far more gentle about it. He's also in the middle of getting her naked, which is really a plus.
"Penny, as you are well aware, we have now--"
She interjects with, "had sex, Sheldon, we have had sex--"
And here is the best part of having sex with Dr. Sheldon Cooper, holder of 2 doctorates and some insane number of awards and and foremost in the field of lacking a whole bevy of social graces, is that instead of becoming perturbed at her interruption, he allows it to flow smoothly into his own speech, even takes the chance while she's talking to flip them over so she's straddling his waist, hands on his bare chest, his long fingers splayed across her hip bones. He nods vaguely at her colloquialism, then continues, "--yes, Penny, we have had sex eleven times now, twelve if you include what it is obviously about to take place, not to mention the myriad times you have proceeded to kiss me--"
She doesn't let him finish. She never does, but she knows in a weird, Sheldon-way, he likes it. She kisses him instead, and marvels once again (despite all those myriad times she has kissed him) how he kisses her back. It's not quite as precise as she would have ever predicted, but it's more that, maybe given enough evidence, he has learned to anticipate the exact way she tilts her head, how to sweep his tongue into her mouth, and take control. There's cool air against her back, and his hands are confident, perfect, almost exactly where she wants them to be.
"You're still wearing pants, Dr. Cooper." She's created a tiny world with her hair as she leans over him, so it's only the two of them, a curtain of blonde blocking out the rest of the world and its problems. He's looking at her like she's the answer to life, the universe, everything, as she reaches for the waistband of his Thursday pajamas. She resolves, at that moment, to create a mental list of things she loves about Sheldon, and at the top is his complete inability to hide what he's thinking. Right under that is the fact that even though she's completely naked, his eyes are still latched onto hers. He is a total gentleman, as always, despite the fact that this is now at least the twelfth time he has seen her naked.
She manages to get his pajama bottoms off and pushed into a corner underneath the covers, leans back in and kisses him in the spots that make him shudder: under his left ear, against his ribs, just above the waistband of his briefs. She puts her mouth over his cock, licks a line over cotton and laughs a little when his hips arch off the bed. Every time is like the first time, and she can't help but think, he is entirely hers, she has defined every action he takes, every reaction he makes when her lips or her hands touch him. Brave new frontiers, brave new worlds, and every one contains one Sheldon, one Penny, orbiting each other, galaxies colliding, constellations rearranging around the two of them.
She kinda likes how she thinks that way now, even if she can't say any of it out loud. Still, it's nice.
The brief moment of distraction is enough to let Sheldon take the advantage back, and he is getting really, really good at this. Pretty quickly, he has her on her back and he's in between her thighs, and there's a lot happening, and his mouth seems to be everywhere, on her neck, teeth tugging at her nipple, following it with his tongue. He pays special attention to her belly button, the spot at her hip bone that if he scrapes his teeth --oh, just like that, perfect -- and this time he's the one pinning her back on the bed when she tries to get closer. He looks up at her then, sees she's fisted both hands into the sheets, and smirks, goddamn him, but it only lasts a second before he puts one of his arms across her hips and uses the other to push open her legs and then his tongue is tracing numbers against her clit and she gives up any attempt at rational thought or even trying to follow whatever equation he's picked out tonight. She's trying to be quiet, really, but when he stops for a minute and keeps his mouth close enough that she can feel every breath, and waits, waits, she can't help but groan in frustration and try to roll her hips despite the steadying weight of his arm, and that's when the hand that was on her thigh starts to move and and and--
October 6, 2009 - 11:02:17 AM - Tuesday
She wakes up. The first real thought Penny has is, "Why am I on the floor?" It's completely reasonable, as not only as she on the floor, but she's sprawled on her stomach, her knees and hands aching a little, her cheek resting on a pile of dirty clothes. Take that Sheldon.
Sheldon. Sex. Sex with Sheldon. Holy shit, what was that.
She manages to push herself up into a sitting position, and after she shakes her head a little, to try and erase that disturbingly clear... whatever, from her brain, that's when she hears the sirens. A whole lot of sirens.
[to be continued]
(I apologize now that this has very little to do with BOOBSDAY. Comments and/or telling me I am crazy for writing this, all encouraged.)
Author: Meg / juniperlane / betternovembers
Spoilers: Through BBT 3.05, FlashFoward 1.01
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 1806
Disclaimer: TBBT, the concept of FlashFoward, and pretty much everything ever do not belong to me. Also, I did very little research into Halo.
Notes: So, this was the first thing I started to write for this fandom, and so far it's pretty much just an excuse to get Sheldon and Penny into bed, apparently? This is not really a straight up BBT/FlashForward crossover, as FlashForward characters will not be making anything more than cameos - but more a what if the gang had flash forwards and were in that universe, etc. There will most likely be background Howard/Raj, so you have been warned. Ridiculous title is adapted from The Avett Brothers song "Laundry Room" which is in no way ridiculous itself.
October 5, 2009 - 8:13:43 PM - Monday
The last time she came over for Thai night, she got dragged into that terrible card game involving Kaa, or Khan, or whatever, but despite her misgivings, it's been a long day at the Cheesecake Factory, and honestly, she just wants Leonard to cuddle her and maybe rub her lower back a little. Of course, as soon as she's in the boys' apartment, Sheldon is ignoring her, Howard is... being Howard, and Raj is sitting on the floor, lips pressed tightly together, left hand caught in Howard's slacks as he tugs to pass along each message. Penny has always secretly wondered if there's something between Wolowitz and Koothrappali, but she's never had the guts nor the appropriate, gay-friendly location to discuss how friends touch friends and if perhaps anatomical reference charts are needed to demonstrate the general locales of inappropriate touching. And she really, really does not want to get into what boys can do with other boys, so she's just going to let them figure it out on their own.
Lately, after the whole Wil Wheaton thing (Leonard had told her the story, which he had heard from Raj, and his neck was at the approximate angle of "I find this amusing because I secretly enjoy the humiliation of others (particularly Sheldon)" or about 40 degrees) Sheldon seemed to have given up the ghost. He had just taken the styrofoam container from Leonard silently, and settled a little further into his spot on the coach. It was unthinkable, really. Sure, Leonard had managed to acquire his meal in the exact manner Sheldon preferred, but Sheldon hadn't even verified the source of his condiments.
She can't help but shoot worried glances at him for the rest of the night. The rest of the boys don't notice (or maybe they're even secretly relieved?) that Sheldon is being remarkably quiet, and doesn't put even put up a fight when she asks to watch House during dinner, even though she knows he considers it a blight on the fictional legacy of Sherlock Holmes. Howard babbles during the commercials about how he'd let Thirteen treat him any day of the week, and it's actually sort of soothing to have some slice of normalcy happening, even if it's Howard being gross.
She turns down Leonard's unspoken request for her to stay over by kissing him on his forehead, and claiming laundry. He's upset, well, not quite that, but it's definitely more than disappointment on his face.
Maybe he should be upset. When she's back in her apartment, she gets into bed even though she's not tired. And anyway, she's saving her laundry for Saturday night.
October 6, 2009 - 11:00:30 AM - Tuesday / April 29, 2010 - 10:00:00 PM - Thursday
It's nothing like a dream, everything seems oversaturated and heavy and real. She feels awake. She is awake. She's in bed, curled on her side, the plaid comforter pulled up to her neck, sliding bare legs back and forth across the cool sheets. Pushing her face into the pillow and breathing in the smell of soap and paper and something unmistakably boy. There's the warm press of his body flush behind hers, the soft drag of a hand creeping up her side, and there, right at the junction of her neck and shoulder, a kiss so light she barely feels it.
"Once again, I must commend you on your victory tonight. It was earned, even if Wolowitz was distracted and has never quite grasped the intricacy of the new stealth-based mechanics of ODST in the first place," Sheldon says, while his hand moves from her side so he can wrap his arm around her. She presses back against his chest, feeling how warm he is. He's still slightly damp from his nightly shower, and where his fingertips press against her skin she can feel the wrinkles. His voice is quiet and amused, and it doesn't really sound like he is saying the words grudgingly. But there's something off about it anyway.
"Thank you, sweetie." She turns her head a bit, feels his leg slip in between hers, and her toes catch in flannel. "Are you ok?"
She can feel him breath in, breath out before he answers. "Fine, Penny. I am fine. It's just that right now everything seems overly familiar."
She knows the feeling. "In a bad way?"
He doesn't answer at that moment, instead pulling away so he has room to maneuver her onto her back, and it is familiar, but in the best possible way when he covers her body with his, when he braces himself on one arm and uses his other hand to discover that she's only wearing one of his t-shirts and that's it, when they're able to stop kissing long enough so she can pull the sleeves of his pajama top of one arm, then the other.
While his mouth is occupied against her collarbone, she runs her hands through his still-damp hair, leans in and murmurs, "We have done this before, you know. A few times now, even." Angles her head and ghosts her lips across the shell of his ear. He reacts pretty much exactly how she expects he will, by correcting her. But now, she's got him trained enough to multitask while he's going over her mistakes and fixing them in his own way. He's far more gentle about it. He's also in the middle of getting her naked, which is really a plus.
"Penny, as you are well aware, we have now--"
She interjects with, "had sex, Sheldon, we have had sex--"
And here is the best part of having sex with Dr. Sheldon Cooper, holder of 2 doctorates and some insane number of awards and and foremost in the field of lacking a whole bevy of social graces, is that instead of becoming perturbed at her interruption, he allows it to flow smoothly into his own speech, even takes the chance while she's talking to flip them over so she's straddling his waist, hands on his bare chest, his long fingers splayed across her hip bones. He nods vaguely at her colloquialism, then continues, "--yes, Penny, we have had sex eleven times now, twelve if you include what it is obviously about to take place, not to mention the myriad times you have proceeded to kiss me--"
She doesn't let him finish. She never does, but she knows in a weird, Sheldon-way, he likes it. She kisses him instead, and marvels once again (despite all those myriad times she has kissed him) how he kisses her back. It's not quite as precise as she would have ever predicted, but it's more that, maybe given enough evidence, he has learned to anticipate the exact way she tilts her head, how to sweep his tongue into her mouth, and take control. There's cool air against her back, and his hands are confident, perfect, almost exactly where she wants them to be.
"You're still wearing pants, Dr. Cooper." She's created a tiny world with her hair as she leans over him, so it's only the two of them, a curtain of blonde blocking out the rest of the world and its problems. He's looking at her like she's the answer to life, the universe, everything, as she reaches for the waistband of his Thursday pajamas. She resolves, at that moment, to create a mental list of things she loves about Sheldon, and at the top is his complete inability to hide what he's thinking. Right under that is the fact that even though she's completely naked, his eyes are still latched onto hers. He is a total gentleman, as always, despite the fact that this is now at least the twelfth time he has seen her naked.
She manages to get his pajama bottoms off and pushed into a corner underneath the covers, leans back in and kisses him in the spots that make him shudder: under his left ear, against his ribs, just above the waistband of his briefs. She puts her mouth over his cock, licks a line over cotton and laughs a little when his hips arch off the bed. Every time is like the first time, and she can't help but think, he is entirely hers, she has defined every action he takes, every reaction he makes when her lips or her hands touch him. Brave new frontiers, brave new worlds, and every one contains one Sheldon, one Penny, orbiting each other, galaxies colliding, constellations rearranging around the two of them.
She kinda likes how she thinks that way now, even if she can't say any of it out loud. Still, it's nice.
The brief moment of distraction is enough to let Sheldon take the advantage back, and he is getting really, really good at this. Pretty quickly, he has her on her back and he's in between her thighs, and there's a lot happening, and his mouth seems to be everywhere, on her neck, teeth tugging at her nipple, following it with his tongue. He pays special attention to her belly button, the spot at her hip bone that if he scrapes his teeth --oh, just like that, perfect -- and this time he's the one pinning her back on the bed when she tries to get closer. He looks up at her then, sees she's fisted both hands into the sheets, and smirks, goddamn him, but it only lasts a second before he puts one of his arms across her hips and uses the other to push open her legs and then his tongue is tracing numbers against her clit and she gives up any attempt at rational thought or even trying to follow whatever equation he's picked out tonight. She's trying to be quiet, really, but when he stops for a minute and keeps his mouth close enough that she can feel every breath, and waits, waits, she can't help but groan in frustration and try to roll her hips despite the steadying weight of his arm, and that's when the hand that was on her thigh starts to move and and and--
October 6, 2009 - 11:02:17 AM - Tuesday
She wakes up. The first real thought Penny has is, "Why am I on the floor?" It's completely reasonable, as not only as she on the floor, but she's sprawled on her stomach, her knees and hands aching a little, her cheek resting on a pile of dirty clothes. Take that Sheldon.
Sheldon. Sex. Sex with Sheldon. Holy shit, what was that.
She manages to push herself up into a sitting position, and after she shakes her head a little, to try and erase that disturbingly clear... whatever, from her brain, that's when she hears the sirens. A whole lot of sirens.
[to be continued]
(I apologize now that this has very little to do with BOOBSDAY. Comments and/or telling me I am crazy for writing this, all encouraged.)