my love like a voice, tbbtfic, s/p, 1000 words [for dashakay]

[allthingsholy]

Title: my love like a voice
Author: allthingsholy
Rating: NC-17
Notes: So, dashakay is awesome and participated in help_haiti's lightning round auction. She asked for 1,000 words of a bandfic sequel, featuring a little more nudity and sex. So. Thanks to juniperlane for the once over, and constantly providing me with songs that mean this 'verse is never far from my mind. Bandfic v1.0 can be

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[juniperlane]

[allthingsholy]

THANK YOU FOR LOOKING AT IT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. THANK YOU FOR SCOURING SONG LYRICS WITH ME FOR A TITLE. THANK YOU FOR MAKING BANDFIC WHAT IT IS TODAY.

No, but really. Thank you.

[juniperlane]

I will always remember that conversation in which you said, oh yeah, and I have this thing where they're in a band?

AND I JUST STARED AT MY SCREEN LIKE RAPTORJESUS HAD DESCENDED FROM THE HEAVENS TO GIVE ME EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED, WRAPPED LIKE A CHRISTMAS PRESENT?

~memories~

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is - it is not a problem.

[allthingsholy]

Oh, and? Tooooooooopher. Adeeeeeeelle.

I still can't quite stop thinking about it.

[fujiidom]

GOD, THIS JUST KICKS ASS. CONTINUALLY, PERPETUALLY, EPICALLY. They're so hot and sweet and perfect together. ♥

[allthingsholy]

I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?

...

Thank you, Maura. &hearts for your icon. And your whole being. Like, existentially.

[yavie_namarie]

Holy crap. I should have been in bed ages ago, but then I wouldn't have discovered this until way later.
*fans self*
Gah...

[animatedmind]

My God....I just spilt wine all over myself instead of drinking it. I have to go out right now, but let me tell you I am going to be talking to my friends and thinking
OHMYGODSHELDONANDPENNYFOREVER! OVER and OVER instead of making actual conversation!

Thanks! best fic this week! XD

[dashakay]

I HAVE TO GO AWAY AND SMOKE 53 CIGARETTES BEFORE I CAN FORM A COHERENT RESPONSE TO THIS.

BRB.

[allthingsholy]

Not 53 cigarettes! Think of your lungs, Dash. Think of the children!

I mean, really.

(You like it? I am glad! I was so nervous, I mean, bandfic that is for YOU! The stakes were rather high.)

[dashakay]

I LOVE EVERY GODDAMNED WORD OF THIS.

EVER GODDAMNED WORD.

The first time is a little fumbling and unsure, with arms and elbows everywhere, and more than a few starts and stops.

“No, Sheldon, just-”

“Hold still, Penny, I’m trying to-”

“Just. There. I’m-Oh god-There.”

They don’t get it exactly right the first time. They don’t mind. They work at it. They’re both firm believers in practice and perseverence.

I adore how realistic this is. Because, really, is anyone's first time with someone perfect? Not in my experience. *coughs* It takes time and work. PERFECT.

Early on, Penny spends an entire show trying not to look at Sheldon’s hands, fighting the low, burning feeling coiled in the pit of her stomach. She keeps her eyes on the bar behind the crowd, on the railing of the balcony, jumping from face to face in the first four rows. She does not watch his fingers, his long, tapered pianist’s fingers, as they rush up and down the keys, but she still imagines them everywhere, fit against her ribs, on the small of her back, inside her

[allthingsholy]

My face is just split wide open from smiling.

Thank you, Dash. ♥