Lies We Tell Ourselves
Title: Lies We Tell Ourselves
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Pairing: Penny/Sheldon
Word Count: 250
Notes: This was written for the 4th Fiction Friday at Paradox.
There was a sort of fluttering in her chest whenever his attention focused on her. Even when he was lecturing her on appropriate folding methods, and she sort of wanted to sock him in the gut, it lurked.
Familiarity with the feeling and years of practice in stifling it helped her get along.
It is nothing, she thought to herself.
It had never been this strong before or persisted for so long. Of course, whenever she'd felt this way about someone she had just slept with them.
So she smothered whatever it was and worked to keep it locked away.
Sometimes it was easy. If he knocked on her door while she was trying to enjoy her night off to pester her it was easy to bury the feeling among frustration and annoyance.
Other times it was almost impossible. If she got a call while they did laundry and she left to take it she'd often return to find that he'd folded her clothes. Sometimes she caught him just as he finished. Penny would watch his hands linger over one of her shirts before placing her things back in her basket and moving on to his own laundry.
Even if it really is something, this is Sheldon. What kind of relationship could I ever have with him? It would end in disaster.
Even with all of her hard work at killing the feeling she could still feel something inside break as she drove away from his mother's house, leaving him behind.
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Pairing: Penny/Sheldon
Word Count: 250
Notes: This was written for the 4th Fiction Friday at Paradox.
There was a sort of fluttering in her chest whenever his attention focused on her. Even when he was lecturing her on appropriate folding methods, and she sort of wanted to sock him in the gut, it lurked.
Familiarity with the feeling and years of practice in stifling it helped her get along.
It is nothing, she thought to herself.
It had never been this strong before or persisted for so long. Of course, whenever she'd felt this way about someone she had just slept with them.
So she smothered whatever it was and worked to keep it locked away.
Sometimes it was easy. If he knocked on her door while she was trying to enjoy her night off to pester her it was easy to bury the feeling among frustration and annoyance.
Other times it was almost impossible. If she got a call while they did laundry and she left to take it she'd often return to find that he'd folded her clothes. Sometimes she caught him just as he finished. Penny would watch his hands linger over one of her shirts before placing her things back in her basket and moving on to his own laundry.
Even if it really is something, this is Sheldon. What kind of relationship could I ever have with him? It would end in disaster.
Even with all of her hard work at killing the feeling she could still feel something inside break as she drove away from his mother's house, leaving him behind.