The Wedding Date
Title: The Wedding Date
For: stock2007, Happy Birthday!
Word Count: 1, 525
Rating: G
Prompt: Something with P/S. Maybe they are at some event; the gang can be there too. Any event you like, but would be better if they were both not happy about going.
How sad is this? Penny muses as she tilts her wine glass to her lips to empty the contents. Here she is at a wedding, which she normally loves (good friends, food, wine and dancing), especially when it’s dear friends (and even Howard is a dear friend now that he finally married Bernadette), and she’s stuck with Sheldon as a date.
Sheldon!
Sheldon, who is currently sitting beside her, his wine glass still full, with his long forefinger trailing the lip of it, not daring to take more than a few sips lest his pants come off (he is wearing his suit that she picked out for him, so it’s not like she’s embarrassed to be seen with him), and certainly not daring to ask her to dance!
Penny re-fills her glass from the wine bottle on the table, and tries to drink it slower. The events that led her to currently be wearing a fabulous red strapless sitting next to her neighbor, who wouldn’t notice if she wore a rucksack, were getting fuzzier by each sip of wine.
There was Leonard, sitting next to Priya at the bridal table-he’d been a groomsman, then Raj, next to his sister, still drinking steadily despite the fact that he already gave the best man’s speech, and beside him, his date, Amy. Penny wasn’t sure if Amy accepted Raj’s invitation because she was attracted to him, or she wanted to study him. Penny wouldn’t put it past her to have some electrodes in her evening bag.
This leaves Penny in her current condition, drinking wine and being steadily ignored by her date. Wonderful.
“If you continue to reach your normal level of inebriation this evening, you might consider letting me hold your room key so you don’t lose it,” Sheldon remarks when she tops up her glass again, “I don’t think you’d be comfortable trying to sleep in the ballroom in that dress.”
Hmm, she thinks, he did notice my dress. Maybe he’s a real boy after all Geppetto! “I am not iniberi…drunk. I’m just trying to enjoy myself-something you might try once and a while!” Penny narrows her eyes at him, and pours wine to the brim of his barely touched glass to piss him off.
Sheldon narrows his eyes back at her, “Penny, I realize you don’t want to be here with me any more than I want to be here-I despise these types of gatherings…”
Penny puts down her glass, “You despise weddings? Who on earth could despise weddings? Can even you really despise two people who love each other promising to spend the rest of their lives together? Seriously Sheldon?”
She had put her glass down with a jiggle of the table, and Sheldon had to sip at his wine to keep it from spilling over. “It’s not the wedding itself that I am opposed to, although there were too many flowers which were giving me a headache, but I can understand the ritual. Howard and Bernadette, and most especially their mothers, appeared very satisfied. It’s this…” Sheldon waves the hand not currently holding his glass, “Frivolity that seems pointless. We are forced to eat food that we have no idea how it was prepared, drink warm wine anytime anyone gives a speech or taps a glass, and listen to music which is banal and too loud. It is beyond even my capacity to understand.”
“How can you not understand? We are celebrating,” Penny searches for something that will make him understand, “an accomplishment-like how we celebrated your chancellor award…”
Sheldon interrupts her, “That I barely remember thanks to you and this,” he points to his glass wine, “and an unfortunate youtube video…”
“…and,” Penny continues, ignoring him, “didn’t we just throw you a party when your book was published? Hmm? I seem to remember even you had a good time-and you kept your pants on,” She adds with a wide smile, “although you did sing rather loudly.”
“Fine. So, I guess I should celebrate Howard’s accomplishment of marrying Bernadette, as he probably won’t have another in his profession,” Sheldon raises his wine glass to her, “Cheers. Promise me you’ll make sure I don’t start singing and not to remove any article of clothing other than my jacket,” Sheldon pauses as she laughs, “and perhaps my tie.”
“Deal,” Penny says and clinks her wine glass with his, and Sheldon actually tips his glass far enough to drink this this time and Penny distractedly watches his Adam’s apple move. They both smile at one another until it feels like they are looking too long, and they both look away.
Penny catches from the corner of her eye that Leonard has caught Sheldon’s attention. While Priya is speaking to her brother, Leonard motions to Sheldon to ask Penny to dance. Actually, it goes like charades: Leonard points to Sheldon, then to Penny, and holds a hand to his chest and sways.
Sheldon rolls his eyes. Adept at understanding Leonard if not social obligations, he holds out a hand to her, “Penny, would you like to dance?” There is a slower paced song playing.
Because he says this without his normal clipped tone, Penny takes his hand and nods. She knows he can dance, and it seems he is now choosing to.
He holds their clasped hands at his shoulder, and puts a tentative large hand at her waist. She lets her spare hand flutter on his chest by his tie, and he moves her in a classic waltz. 1, 2, 3 steps repeated until Penny gets the hang of it.
Soon, they have moved closer, and his hand at her waist spans out towards her back, and her hand on his chest is playing with his tie.
“Sheldon,” Penny starts quietly, as she is close enough to him now to be heard above the music, “you didn’t really want to come to the wedding with me, did you?”
Sheldon looks down at her, his eyebrows poised in slight surprise over his eyes, “I have no objection to being here with you Penny,” he says, his voice as quiet as hers, “What I resent was Leonard forcing the issue. I would have…” His voice falters a bit, and he clears his throat, and then speaks directly in her ear, “I would have asked you myself, given the time to do so.”
Penny smiles into his tie, “You have the time now. Ask me.”
Sheldon straightens his back, forcing Penny to look up to him, “Penny, would you be my date for Howard and Bernadette’s wedding?”
Her heels still don’t bring her close to his height, so Penny cranes her neck to meet his eyes, and says, “Yes, Sheldon. Yes I will.”
Penny’s cheeks feel warm, and Sheldon continues to turn them, 1, 2, and 3, into the next song. They are close enough now that she can feel his breath on her skin. “Sheldon?”
“Hmm?” He is curled around her now, his voice a small rumble in his chest and in her ear.
She’s not sure if it’s the wine, his breath on her skin, or desire that make Penny say, “Y’know, at this point in the date, there usually is a kiss.” Penny’s hand slides up from his tie to lightly trace his ear, before settling at the nape of his neck.
Sheldon drops a step from their waltz, “There is?” His voice cracks on the “is.”
Penny knows she probably shouldn’t push, but that’s just not her style, “Yeah…”
Which is all she gets out, before his lips are brushing hers. Penny is surprised for two steps, and kisses him back with enough fervor that she’s pretty sure it's not the wine. Sheldon catches on, and after two rounds of 1, 2 and 3, his mouth opens with hers, and they taste each other. They taste the same from the wine, and she isn’t sure if the small moan she feels comes from him or her.
She does now at this point they stop dancing, and their arms are now wrapped around one another. Sheldon has one trailing the ends of her hair, and she has one pulling on his tie for leverage. Her cheeks and chest feels hot, and Sheldon is warm, and she hardly knows what do to with the heat they are creating together when…
They are both startled apart at the sounds of an entire room tapping their knives against their glasses. Penny and Sheldon flush even deeper, and Leonard, Raj, Amy, Howard and Bernadette are laughing and tapping their glasses enthusiastically.
Penny makes a show of picking up the skirt of her dress a little and curtsies for her friends, and Sheldon exaggerates rolling his eyes.
There is another whirl around the floor, another kiss, and before the end of the reception, Sheldon has Penny’s room key in his pants pocket.
End.
For: stock2007, Happy Birthday!
Word Count: 1, 525
Rating: G
Prompt: Something with P/S. Maybe they are at some event; the gang can be there too. Any event you like, but would be better if they were both not happy about going.
How sad is this? Penny muses as she tilts her wine glass to her lips to empty the contents. Here she is at a wedding, which she normally loves (good friends, food, wine and dancing), especially when it’s dear friends (and even Howard is a dear friend now that he finally married Bernadette), and she’s stuck with Sheldon as a date.
Sheldon!
Sheldon, who is currently sitting beside her, his wine glass still full, with his long forefinger trailing the lip of it, not daring to take more than a few sips lest his pants come off (he is wearing his suit that she picked out for him, so it’s not like she’s embarrassed to be seen with him), and certainly not daring to ask her to dance!
Penny re-fills her glass from the wine bottle on the table, and tries to drink it slower. The events that led her to currently be wearing a fabulous red strapless sitting next to her neighbor, who wouldn’t notice if she wore a rucksack, were getting fuzzier by each sip of wine.
There was Leonard, sitting next to Priya at the bridal table-he’d been a groomsman, then Raj, next to his sister, still drinking steadily despite the fact that he already gave the best man’s speech, and beside him, his date, Amy. Penny wasn’t sure if Amy accepted Raj’s invitation because she was attracted to him, or she wanted to study him. Penny wouldn’t put it past her to have some electrodes in her evening bag.
This leaves Penny in her current condition, drinking wine and being steadily ignored by her date. Wonderful.
“If you continue to reach your normal level of inebriation this evening, you might consider letting me hold your room key so you don’t lose it,” Sheldon remarks when she tops up her glass again, “I don’t think you’d be comfortable trying to sleep in the ballroom in that dress.”
Hmm, she thinks, he did notice my dress. Maybe he’s a real boy after all Geppetto! “I am not iniberi…drunk. I’m just trying to enjoy myself-something you might try once and a while!” Penny narrows her eyes at him, and pours wine to the brim of his barely touched glass to piss him off.
Sheldon narrows his eyes back at her, “Penny, I realize you don’t want to be here with me any more than I want to be here-I despise these types of gatherings…”
Penny puts down her glass, “You despise weddings? Who on earth could despise weddings? Can even you really despise two people who love each other promising to spend the rest of their lives together? Seriously Sheldon?”
She had put her glass down with a jiggle of the table, and Sheldon had to sip at his wine to keep it from spilling over. “It’s not the wedding itself that I am opposed to, although there were too many flowers which were giving me a headache, but I can understand the ritual. Howard and Bernadette, and most especially their mothers, appeared very satisfied. It’s this…” Sheldon waves the hand not currently holding his glass, “Frivolity that seems pointless. We are forced to eat food that we have no idea how it was prepared, drink warm wine anytime anyone gives a speech or taps a glass, and listen to music which is banal and too loud. It is beyond even my capacity to understand.”
“How can you not understand? We are celebrating,” Penny searches for something that will make him understand, “an accomplishment-like how we celebrated your chancellor award…”
Sheldon interrupts her, “That I barely remember thanks to you and this,” he points to his glass wine, “and an unfortunate youtube video…”
“…and,” Penny continues, ignoring him, “didn’t we just throw you a party when your book was published? Hmm? I seem to remember even you had a good time-and you kept your pants on,” She adds with a wide smile, “although you did sing rather loudly.”
“Fine. So, I guess I should celebrate Howard’s accomplishment of marrying Bernadette, as he probably won’t have another in his profession,” Sheldon raises his wine glass to her, “Cheers. Promise me you’ll make sure I don’t start singing and not to remove any article of clothing other than my jacket,” Sheldon pauses as she laughs, “and perhaps my tie.”
“Deal,” Penny says and clinks her wine glass with his, and Sheldon actually tips his glass far enough to drink this this time and Penny distractedly watches his Adam’s apple move. They both smile at one another until it feels like they are looking too long, and they both look away.
Penny catches from the corner of her eye that Leonard has caught Sheldon’s attention. While Priya is speaking to her brother, Leonard motions to Sheldon to ask Penny to dance. Actually, it goes like charades: Leonard points to Sheldon, then to Penny, and holds a hand to his chest and sways.
Sheldon rolls his eyes. Adept at understanding Leonard if not social obligations, he holds out a hand to her, “Penny, would you like to dance?” There is a slower paced song playing.
Because he says this without his normal clipped tone, Penny takes his hand and nods. She knows he can dance, and it seems he is now choosing to.
He holds their clasped hands at his shoulder, and puts a tentative large hand at her waist. She lets her spare hand flutter on his chest by his tie, and he moves her in a classic waltz. 1, 2, 3 steps repeated until Penny gets the hang of it.
Soon, they have moved closer, and his hand at her waist spans out towards her back, and her hand on his chest is playing with his tie.
“Sheldon,” Penny starts quietly, as she is close enough to him now to be heard above the music, “you didn’t really want to come to the wedding with me, did you?”
Sheldon looks down at her, his eyebrows poised in slight surprise over his eyes, “I have no objection to being here with you Penny,” he says, his voice as quiet as hers, “What I resent was Leonard forcing the issue. I would have…” His voice falters a bit, and he clears his throat, and then speaks directly in her ear, “I would have asked you myself, given the time to do so.”
Penny smiles into his tie, “You have the time now. Ask me.”
Sheldon straightens his back, forcing Penny to look up to him, “Penny, would you be my date for Howard and Bernadette’s wedding?”
Her heels still don’t bring her close to his height, so Penny cranes her neck to meet his eyes, and says, “Yes, Sheldon. Yes I will.”
Penny’s cheeks feel warm, and Sheldon continues to turn them, 1, 2, and 3, into the next song. They are close enough now that she can feel his breath on her skin. “Sheldon?”
“Hmm?” He is curled around her now, his voice a small rumble in his chest and in her ear.
She’s not sure if it’s the wine, his breath on her skin, or desire that make Penny say, “Y’know, at this point in the date, there usually is a kiss.” Penny’s hand slides up from his tie to lightly trace his ear, before settling at the nape of his neck.
Sheldon drops a step from their waltz, “There is?” His voice cracks on the “is.”
Penny knows she probably shouldn’t push, but that’s just not her style, “Yeah…”
Which is all she gets out, before his lips are brushing hers. Penny is surprised for two steps, and kisses him back with enough fervor that she’s pretty sure it's not the wine. Sheldon catches on, and after two rounds of 1, 2 and 3, his mouth opens with hers, and they taste each other. They taste the same from the wine, and she isn’t sure if the small moan she feels comes from him or her.
She does now at this point they stop dancing, and their arms are now wrapped around one another. Sheldon has one trailing the ends of her hair, and she has one pulling on his tie for leverage. Her cheeks and chest feels hot, and Sheldon is warm, and she hardly knows what do to with the heat they are creating together when…
They are both startled apart at the sounds of an entire room tapping their knives against their glasses. Penny and Sheldon flush even deeper, and Leonard, Raj, Amy, Howard and Bernadette are laughing and tapping their glasses enthusiastically.
Penny makes a show of picking up the skirt of her dress a little and curtsies for her friends, and Sheldon exaggerates rolling his eyes.
There is another whirl around the floor, another kiss, and before the end of the reception, Sheldon has Penny’s room key in his pants pocket.
End.