Fic that is not SPN and not Glee. IDEK. *hands*
The Second Attempt
Sheldon/Leonard, PG-13..? Warning for um.... Sheldon. 1k give or take a couple words.
My friend who doesn’t watch this show made me. *huffs* Also, I am not smart, so this is not going to sound smart. Thirdly, I am only up to ... 1.12. This is set after 1.5. Consider yourselves warned.
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Tuesday, 7:19pm
It was a full two days later before Sheldon stalked up to him and demanded, “That doesn’t even make sense!”
Leonard just stared at him.
After approximately a minute and a half, Sheldon seemed to realize his lack of explanation and proceeded to elaborate appropriately. “Kissing.”
Right. Of course.
Leonard sighed. “What about it, Sheldon?”
“It doesn’t make the Earth move!” Sheldon’s voice was accusatory, eyes narrowed and unamused. “The Earth’s rotation is a result of-”
“Do not even,” Leonard stated flatly. “I understand the Earth’s rotation perfectly fine.”
“Then why would you state the product of your experiment with Leslie a failure due to the lack of a physically impossible outcome? I thought you were a scientist, Leonard! The idea is completely outrageous!”
Sheldon received a glare in response.
“From what I have been told,” Leonard haughtily replied, some long moments later, “The art of kissing should have some sort of consequences-”
“Side effects?” Sheldon piped up.
“Don’t be a smartass, Sheldon, it’s not a becoming look on you. Perhaps a more synonymous description would be,” Leonard furrowed his brow, “Results, yes.”
Sheldon gave him a disbelieving glance. “What did you call me?”
“A smartass,” was the prompt reply. “I heard it from Penny and thought it rather a fitting nickname for you at the time.
Sheldon didn’t look amused. Leonard shrugged. “Returning to our original conversation-”
“The side effects of kissing-”
“Yes. No. Sheldon!”
“Sorry.”
“Good.”
“Results. Please do continue.”
Was that sarcasm Leonard detected in his tone? He frowned, but Sheldon’s face was poker-straight and free of all expression. Leonard blinked. “Yes. Well. It’s supposed to be rather pleasant, as was our experiment, but lacking a certain...”
“Chemistry?”
Leonard blinked again. “What?”
“Nothing. Go on.”
Leonard shrugged. “Penny... mentioned fireworks?”
The heel of Sheldon’s hand connected solidly with his forehead. “You asked Penny?”
“Why wouldn’t I? It was research!” Leonard defended himself, indignant.
“And she didn’t offer?” Sheldon scoffed.
“What on Earth is your problem? I attempted an experiment, and it didn’t work out. Must you rub it in my face?”
Sheldon scrunched his nose. “To reiterate,” he said slowly, “I do not understand the concept of basing the outcome of an experiment on a physical impossibility.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Leonard snapped. “Anything else?” He turned to retreat to his bedroom. “I’m getting tired of this conversation.”
“Yes,” Sheldon huffed, and kissed him soundly on the lips.
The room fell completely silent. Leonard stood stiffly, hesitant to move a muscle, completely at a loss to what was going on. A second passed, then two, then three, and Sheldon still did not move. Leonard concentrated on breathing through his nose, but it was difficult with Sheldon as close as he was - very, very close - and his lips parted half a millimetre, and really, Sheldon’s lips were actually quite soft, and warm, and not entirely unpleasant. Leonard’s body was doing something odd, like humming, and -
Sheldon pulled back abruptly. “Outrageous,” he repeated, and stalked away just as he had entered the room fifteen minutes earlier.
Wait.
What?
*
Wednesday, 3:23am
Quietly, “Leonard.” Knock knock knock. “Leonard.” Knock knock knock. “Leonard.” Knock knock knock. “Leon-”
“Sheldon!”
The knocking stopped. “What?”
“It is three thirty in the morning!”
“But - can I come in?”
Leonard uttered a few choice words that Sheldon ignored and opened the door anyway, clad in his usual matching pyjama and robe set. Complete with bedhead and bright eyes.
“Were you asleep?”
Leonard stared, while shoving himself into a seated position. “What do you think I was doing?”
Sheldon retreated into himself, a little. “Not the same thing I was?”
“Obviously, since you’re wide awake. What is it?”
Sheldon shuffled forward and hesitantly perched on the edge of Leonard’s bed. Leonard inched backwards. “Sheldon...?”
Sheldon blinked at him. “I think we should try again.”
“What?”
“I think we should try aga-”
“Yes, I got that,” Leonard rubbed his forehead. “What I fail to comprehend is why.”
“It was satisfactory for a first attempt,” Sheldon hedged, avoiding eye contact.
Leonard sat up straighter. “Oh, not this again. Leslie and I already discussed-”
“I know,” Sheldon interrupted. “But I want to try again.” This time he enunciated his words carefully, precisely.
Oh. Oh.
“It won’t make the Earth move,” he warned, fighting the urge to lean in and scoot back at the same time.
In answer, Sheldon surged forward and their lips clumsily slotted together, kind of wet and kind of messy.
It wasn’t graceful. Their foreheads knocked together and their noses bumped, and Leonard had no idea where to put his hands, and when he felt something slick and hot touch his lips he jerked back. “What was that?!”
Sheldon at least had the decency to look ashamed. “Isn’t that what people do when they kiss?”
“How would you know?” Leonard yelled. He was a little freaked out, okay? His body was doing funny things just like before, and he was pretty sure his lower extremities were interested in the situation, which was numerous kinds of illogical.
And plus he was leaning forward again, damn his body, and he barely heard Sheldon’s mumbled “... Penny...” before they were kissing again, and this time his mouth was open and then Sheldon’s tongue and his tongue touched and it wasn’t gross, and Leonard may or may not have groaned because while the Earth didn’t move - at least not noticeably - there were no fireworks, and no chorus of angels began to sing in the background, Leonard’s body was telling him only one thing:
Yes.