Hey everyone, it's me again, Sin!
Since a lot of people expressed interest in mixing things up instead of having the same type of community activity each month [i.e.- the prompts] we spent some time brainstorming and considered all of the cool suggestions everyone made as part of the questionnaire. Once we worked out the kinks [hehe, pardon my pun]
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“Would you want to - I would like to - that is,” she was already nodding but his words were going in circles and before either knew what could complete that sentence, they were flipped - Sheldon looming over her. For the record, she did not whimper - absolutely not - just let one small squeak escape in her surprise. “There, that's settled; I think this position would better suit my - our - objective. Words are - right now - I can't think very properly.”
Her nerves endings buzzed insistently at his thoughts of propriety, desperate for a demonstration. She tried to pull him back to her - he hesitated, still caught up in the conversation that was mostly with himself - making her frighteningly close to begging. But, she would never, ever beg him. Or, at least she didn't want to or have to beg him and - thank God - he was suddenly coherent and close and his sideburns were tickling the tip of her ear.
“It's just, I'm trying to follow your suggestion - to not think as I go along, which as I conceded has become less than - so, please, don’t berate me if this is either socially unacceptable or otherwise non-gratifying,” Sheldon pulled his head from where it'd been tucked aside her left temple.
He nervously eyed her diminutive frame from half his height, hunched down on his knees; he pressed a hand down on either side of her head.
She let out another sound that was still - absolutely not - a whimper. Determined to prevent any further unplanned squeaks of surprise, she bit where his wrist was still flush against her cheek. Tearing away only when she couldn't prevent her head from rolling in clockwise semi-circle that never left the carpet once he'd pinned her down fully, any longer.
Taking time to adjust, they both let out what sounded close to laughter, mouths hanging uselessly agog. A moment of near silence hung in the air as they remained paralyzed, murmuring their way inordinately towards something resembling functioning thought.
It was Sheldon who managed to pull himself together first - with his failed grunts marking satisfaction being dispelled, instead, as nothing more than sharp, disbelieving exhales of air - moving slowly back and forth.
Spurred by the image above her and immediately into action, she was clawing at his neck in trying to pull him down to her face. Her entire face seared with the thrill of being met by a hungry set of returned, wet kisses. She didn't care much that she was getting dizzy from obstructed breathing, but it's okay because apparently neither did he.
She need him closer; correction, she needed him much, much closer. Shifting down further, he let her legs wrap around his ribs, her ankles sliding down to dig their backs into the area just above his tailbone.
Picking out a rhythm by feel, they gradually set a synchronized rocking pattern; Penny admitting whimpers, with earnest and Sheldon's grunts turned wholly audible.
The floor shifted to and fro beneath them - while the box bumped noisily against the walls of the passageway outside, as if trying to burst free from where it was trapped with them - each time Penny let out a staggered breath, digging her heels deeper and felt as though it'd crack wide open as Sheldon tabled thinking, altogether.
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It's always great to see the (possible)virgin/(total)non-virgin stereotype flipped backwards. It makes first-time fic all the more romantic/passionate with half the pain ;) I love 'em.
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I'm pretty sure their versatility is my biggest kink. They can totally change - and believably so - depending on how their written/situation/motivations. It's pretty great.
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