The Cooper Libido Experiment 11/?
Title: "The Cooper Libido Experiment"
Author: g_girl143 / gwendy
Rating: NC-17
Chapters: 11/(?)
Timeline: Post L/P...beyond Post L/P...
Summary: There are times when the thing you love the most will cause your downfall. In the case of Dr. Sheldon Cooper, that would be Science...
Disclaimer:I do not own the characters or the series and am not making any money out of this despite putting my sweat and blood into it. So save me the lawsuits and just allow a beggar to indulge in fantasies. Thank you.
A/N:Okay, so we’ve had a lot of angst in the last few chapters. Not to mention flying shoes…and a bazooka (I’m still nursing my war wounds) but let’s see if the next installment changes that. For this chapter, be warned. The rating is NC-17. I know what you’re thinking, but like I said, you have been warned…my betas are lovely as always ^_^ gemsile123 and
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Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Ten months earlier…
She watched with delight as the host slowly began to uncover the veiled item, and she imagined the other women and little girls around her were feeling just as excited as she was. She couldn’t say the same though for her companion, who was a proverbial fish out of water in his blue spandex suit and prosthetic ear extensions.
She ignored his complaints and concentrated on the host’s fingers. Any minute she thought, Any minute now…
“Ladies and gentlemen, Hasbro presents to you…”
The veil was finally lifted, and the host’s next words were drowned out by ‘oohs’ and gasps while camera flashes illuminated the booth.
Penny took out her digital camera and began clicking away, shoving elbows with anyone who dared take her spot near the booth. She had the perfect vantage point, and since this was possibly the only way she could gain possession of the item, she guarded her spot as vigorously as Sheldon did, and continued to take photo after photo.
“I can never understand why you take such delight in these useless playthings,” Sheldon complained for what seemed like the thousandth time. “They’re not even anatomically correct, nor can they exist in the realm of reality. Not to mention they wear such distastefully bright, and at times, ridiculous colors and patterns-“
“Oh, like your superhero action figures are any different,” Penny fired back, elbowing a lady who tried to shove her aside. She glared daggers at the woman and was again successful at defending her territory. “I don’t complain or make fun of your toys, so leave me alone.”
“They’re not toys, they’re collectibles, meaning they are not to be handled or played with, and in fact, should be kept in mint condition in order to preserve their collector’s value. And I wasn’t making fun of you. I was merely curious about why you like these things so much.”
She looked at Sheldon then, and if it weren’t for his silly Spock costume, which he had worn to this same event for several years in a row, he almost seemed serious. Still, the subject was something Penny was far too passionate for to ignore, and she ended up telling Sheldon about her childhood, of birthdays and Christmases, of what it was like growing up in a farm, surrounded by these magnificent creatures.
There were no more words after she finished, and after several clicks of the camera button and sighs at the astronomical price tag, Penny moved on to the next booth, barely giving Sheldon’s sudden absence any thought as she browsed through all the photos in her camera.
It wouldn’t be until four months later that she would learn where Sheldon had disappeared to at that year’s Comic Con…
***
Penny craned her neck to peer over the shoulders in front her. She was still four people away from the ticket booth, and her feet were killing her. She’d just come from a tiring double-shift at work, and after changing clothes, had hurried to the bus station.
It hadn’t been easy, with the traffic she encountered along the way, and the sheer number of people in the station. She was incredinly tired, agitated and hungry. Definitely not a good combination.
As if the encounter with Sheldon hadn’t been a big enough problem already, she thought with a grimace, and began tapping her foot impatiently.
She couldn’t wait to go home. Now more than ever, she needed family. She needed her mom’s pies, her dad’s baseball talk (same old dad, still treating her like his li’l slugger), and even her sister’s stream of complaints about her husband. She needed to get away from California. Away from Sheldon and the confusion he threw her in.
The line began to move again, and her heart quickened its pace. She reached for her cell phone, still debating on whether or not to tell her parents she was coming, but once she saw the number of texts and missed calls she had received from Leonard, she closed her flip phone.
No, she thought. It would be best if no one knew when she was coming. Or where she was going. That way, if she happened to change her mind…
And why would she change her mind? There was no way. She was going home and that was that.
She released an exasperated sigh when it was finally her turn. She rummaged her bag for her wallet but before she could fish it out, she caught a glimpse of a little girl, walking hand in hand with her mother towards the waiting area. Tucked in the girl’s arm was a stuffed animal Penny knew all too well, and she felt herself washed by a bout of nostalgia.
The first birthday present she could remember. The cuddles and hugs while Mommy read her bedtime stories. The birthdays and Christmases. The magnificent beasts galloping in their farm, Daddy’s affectionate pats on their manes, and the wind in her hair as she rode them into the sunset.
Then, there was Sheldon, handing her the box meticulously wrapped in Hello Kitty patterns.
Sheldon, watching her with what she could only describe as eagerness as she tore through the wrapper.
Sheldon, wincing when she let out an ear-splitting scream.
Sheldon, blushing and sputtering when she gave in to her emotions.
Sheldon.
“Miss? Do you want your tickets or not?”
Penny blinked at the ticket teller. She could hear the grumbles of other would-be passengers behind her, but it wasn’t able to stop a smile from forming on her lips.
“No thanks.” Penny picked up her bag, and with one last look at the little girl and her stuffed toy, she hurried to catch a cab back to her apartment.
***
Sheldon’s eyes flew open, and he resisted the urge to pull his hair out. It was past ten. He had been trying to sleep for the longest time, all to no avail, and he couldn’t pinpoint the source of his current sleep anomaly.
Or, more accurately, he didn’t want to acknowledge it.
He turned to his side and saw, through the glow of his luminous fish, the small note Penny had taped to their door. Leonard, for some reason Sheldon couldn’t reconcile with, had taken the note from the door after they’d arrived home from work and stuck it on the refrigerator. It irked Sheldon to no end because it reminded him that he’d been the cause of Penny’s departure. Of course, he couldn’t tell Leonard that, so he’d simply kept quiet, and once Leonard had gone to bed, he’d snuck the note into his room with the full intent of crumpling or shredding it. But that hadn’t happened. Instead, he’d spent a good while reading and re-reading it, especially the post script, and that was what he found himself doing. For the thirty-seventh time.
He set the note back on the bedside table and rose from the bed. He needed to do something, anything to occupy him. To keep his mind away from Penny, from the fear in her voice, the shock in her face…the sweet taste of her lips, the curve of her body against his…
Dear Lord, he needed to keep his hands occupied with anything other than what he was beginning to think of.
He marched out and flicked on the lights in the living room. His white board was full of necessary equations, so it would do no good to eliminate them to make room for another set. Leonard had taken to keeping his board in his room ever since Sheldon had begun using that as an alternative to his earlier dilemma. His laptop was sitting on the table, but after he had almost assimilated Wolowitz’s habit of googling ‘hot blondes’ the day before yesterday, logging on to the internet was out of the question.
Clean, he thought. That's it, he’d clean, but groaned when he remembered that was exactly what he’d just done earlier. The apartment was immaculate, not a book out of place, not a DVD or comic book out of order. He wished he could say the same about Penny’s apartment, but…
Penny.
4B.
Sheldon’s hands curled into fists, and he soon found himself walking over to the bowl beside the door, then back to the middle of the living room, before moving back to the bowl again.
“Oh, of all the…” He stopped himself from cursing, and with a deep breath, took the emergency keys from the bowl and started across the hall.
He’d clean, he thought. That was all he was going to do. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t done it before. Besides, Penny wasn’t in the apartment. She wouldn’t have to know.
He opened the door to 4B and was almost relieved to find the mess. Unwashed dishes were piled on the kitchen sink. Magazines and DVDs lay on the coffee table like a mismatched jigsaw puzzle. Clothes were strewn all over the furniture along with empty bags of Cheetos, Doritos, and a tube of Pringles. How Penny could consume that much junk and calories while still maintaining a trim figure (without any notable form of exercise) both baffled and fascinated him.
He shook his head of unwanted thoughts and got his hands busy with cleaning. He purposefully kept the lights off, just like last time, and opened the curtains wide to let the full moonlight in.
Half an hour later, he was done, but he knew there was still one place he needed to check. The one place he had been trying to avoid ever since he stepped inside the apartment: Penny’s bedroom.
Again, he shook his head. He was just going to clean, that’s all. Penny would appreciate it…or wouldn’t, but why should he care? He just had to clean. He had to keep himself occupied. And perhaps this was one of the reasons for his sleep anomaly. It was just like last time. All he needed to do was clean every single spot in Penny’s apartment; then he could finally sleep.
He steeled himself for a moment then strode towards the bedroom. He hadn’t even stepped inside yet memories already assailed him like a punch in the stomach.
Penny, giving up her bed to him, albeit reluctantly, after he’d locked himself out of his apartment.
Penny, coming inside the room after he had called for her.
Penny, sitting on the bed beside him and singing ‘Soft Kitty’ when he’d asked her to.
Penny, smiling down at him after he’d thanked her for letting him stay.
He had felt himself swell with such an inexplicable mix of hormones at the time that he had quickly asked her to get out.
Then, he saw the shelf. On it, were a number of colorful toys he’d since become familiar with, but most prominently displayed on top was the only item, which was still in its box.
It was this which made him walk towards the shelf, and when he reached out to take it in his hands, he realized it was free of dust.
Six months on, it was still in mint condition.
Six months ago had been the start of something new…
That was how Penny found him, standing in the dim light before her shelf, staring at the box in his hands with what seemed like awe and delight. She’d arrived to find the door ajar, and one look at her spotless living room had told her Sheldon was in her apartment. It had unnerved her at first, but seeing him now with that look on his face made her heart swell with emotion.
“That one’s special, you know,” she said, and stifled a giggle when Sheldon spun around with a jolt, almost dropping the box. He’d reacted almost the same way during their first Christmas together, after she’d inadvertently made him aware he possessed Leonard Nimoy’s DNA.
Sheldon swallowed. “You…you’re supposed to be in Nebraska.”
“And you’re supposed to be in your room,” Penny retorted. She wanted to step closer, but remembered what Mary Cooper had taught her when it came to Sheldon. He still looked as though he were about to flee. “I uh…missed my bus. Are you okay now?”
“Yes…although I fear I may be suffering from a touch of insomnia.” Sheldon’s eyes began to roam across the room, and Penny knew he was just about ready to excuse himself. She didn’t know how she knew, but she supposed that came with him being Sheldon. He had since become predictable to her, which was probably why his dramatic change in the last week disturbed her…in more ways than one.
Before he could open his mouth to speak, she stepped forward and took the box from him, then carefully put it back in its place.
“That’s Rapunzel’s spot,” Penny informed. “She takes top shelf because like I said, she’s special.”
Sheldon was quiet for a moment, before he reached up to change the angle of the box. Apparently, Penny had positioned it the wrong way, and she shook her head with a smile. Same old Sheldon.
Once he was done, he drew his hands away and faced her. “You didn’t take it out of the box.”
She shivered when she felt his breath on the tendrils of her hair. Since when did she…or Sheldon…move this close towards each other?
“A friend of mine once told me that to take a rare, limited edition item of a beloved franchise out of the box would instantly diminish its collector’s value, hence rendering it useless as an investment.” She beamed as Sheldon widened his eyes. “I didn’t give a crap about that, but I have to say I agreed with him when he explained about the importance of preserving collectibles for future generations. I’d certainly want my kids to be able to see this.”
Sheldon took a step back, and Penny bit her lip. Had she said too much?
“And why would you wish for your...future offspring to set eyes on a silly piece of inaccurately depicted plastic horse?” Again, she saw Sheldon swallow, and she noticed his body shake ever so subtly.
She crossed her arms and tried to glare at him, but ended up smiling. “Big words coming from the guy who gave it to me as a birthday present.”
“You were the one who once taught me the fundamentals of gift-giving,” Sheldon reminded with a little more vehemence than necessary. “Number one, it should not be something someone needs. This little plastic pony serves no real purpose. Check. Number two, it should be something fun. Although I fail to see how My Little Pony is ‘fun’,” he made quotes in the air with his fingers, which made Penny roll her eyes, “you seem to think it is. Check. And Number three, it should be something they would not buy for themselves. You didn’t do that at Comic Con when you had the chance. Check. Ergo, I decided on this gift because it fulfilled all the necessary requirements.”
“If that’s the case, you could’ve gotten me shoes, like the rest of the guys…well, Leonard and Raj, anyway. I don’t even want to think of Howard’s gift right now.” Penny shuddered at the memory, before looking Sheldon straight in the eye. “But what did you do, Sheldon? You bought this behind my back and managed to keep it a secret for four whole months before giving it to me, wrapped in this cute little Hello Kitty wrapper. I mean, do you even have any idea how rare a Rapunzel My Little Pony is?”
Sheldon’s face twitched. “I don’t see the point of this conversation.”
“The point, Sheldon, is that even though you think this gift isn’t anything special, it is to me.” She made hand gestures to get her message across, but when he continued to stare blankly at her, she said, “It’s just like that Nimoy napkin. I thought it was a good present and didn’t think of it as special. But you did. You even hugged me.”
“Was that also why you kissed me on your birthday?”
Penny’s breath hitched at the onslaught of memories, and she found herself locking eyes with Sheldon.
“You kissed me.”
“Well…yeah. “
“Why would you do such a thing? “
“I don’t know…because you just gave me the best friggin’ present in the entire world? “
“Yes, Sheldon,” Penny finally nodded, and kept her smile as steady as she could. “I kissed you, but it wasn’t just because of the gift. I kissed you because…you made me so happy, I couldn’t put it into words.”
A long moment of silence followed. Penny tried reading Sheldon’s eyes despite the dimness, but found that she couldn’t, and as the silence stretched from awkward to unnerving, she began thinking of a way to make him leave.
Then, he spoke. “So…what you’re telling me is that my hugging you was still not enough reciprocation for your providing me the signature and DNA of Leonard Nimoy.”
“What? No, I-“
The room grew silent once more. Only this time, it was because Sheldon had pressed his lips against Penny’s.
Penny’s knees shook. She imagined she would’ve collapsed on the floor if Sheldon hadn’t been holding her to him, or if she hadn’t had her arms around his neck, though how and when they got there, she couldn’t tell. All coherent thought had dissolved into nothingness the moment he kissed her, until all that remained was the feel of his lips, the strength of his arms, and the warmth of his body.
He pulled back, but kept her in his embrace, and Penny’s eyes remained closed until she felt him press his forehead against hers. She looked into the blue of his eyes and tried to understand his thoughts; tried to grasp exactly what was happening but he was kissing her again, this time, with a fervor bordering on desperation.
She responded by cupping the back of his head as he did hers, angling her face to suit his until their breaths evolved into moans, and their kisses went from chaste to torrid.
This time, when Sheldon coaxed her lips to part, she met his tongue with every thrust, every swirl, every suckle. This time, when he pulled her towards him and began grinding against her, she lifted her leg to his waist so she could feel him against her.
Her eyes flew open. He was already hard, and she began to wonder how long he had been.
Sheldon growled in her mouth, and with a flick of an arm, he threw her on the bed. Penny gasped from the impact, but before she could take a breath, Sheldon was on top of her, capturing her mouth and entwining his tongue with hers, one hand slipping beneath her blouse, the other parting her legs so he could rub his erection against her.
Heat spread from where they touched. Her thoughts lost in a sea of feeling, she slipped her hands beneath his pajama top, clawing at the skin of his abdomen as she began grinding herself to him. She whimpered when she felt his fingers pinch her nipples. She couldn’t even remember when he had undone the clasp of her bra.
In one swift movement, he pushed her blouse up to her collarbone, his mouth leaving hers to land on a taut nipple.
Penny groaned and arched her back to Sheldon as he continued to suck on her breast, his lips rhythmically clamping and tugging, while his hand tended to her other breast, squeezing and rolling it in his palm. She felt his teeth scrape her skin, and she yelped at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Then, he began squeezing her breast harder, and she winced when his nails dug in. “Sh…Sheldon…”
He rose and once again, covered her lips with his. But his movements had become faster. His face was switching from one angle to another, and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe, especially with his weight on top of her. His tongue was beginning to choke. His hands beginning to claw.
She was beginning to feel pain.
And fear.
“Sh..Shel…”
With another growl, he lifted himself from her and almost tore at his pajama top before discarding it to the floor, and, he was over her again, muffling her cries with hot, suffocating kisses and bruising and scratching her skin with his roaming, possessive hands.
She managed to turn her face away, just enough for a single breath before he grabbed her chin and slipped his tongue inside her mouth again. She could feel him rubbing his hips faster against hers, and so help her, she was still responding in kind despite her resistance.
Because she was resisting. This was all happening too fast.
She put her palms against his chest and tried to push him back but he slapped her hands away and tugged her blouse free of her arms, not even acknowledging her cries when he did.
“Sheldon!”
He pinned her down, and again, rubbed himself against her, but this time, with more ferocity. Penny felt herself thrown back and forth from pleasure to horror as his mouth planted wet kisses all over her face, his breaths coming out in groans while hers came out in whimpers. His weight seemed to have doubled, and her head began to spin from the lack of air and from the speed of which things were taking place.
“Sheldon, please…please stop…”
“I …” A kiss. A lick. A bite followed by her cry. “I can’t…stop…”
Penny’s eyes widened. What did he mean he couldn’t stop? Why couldn’t he?
Then, she felt him slip his hands beneath her mini skirt and tug her underwear to her knees. A shuffle, a shift, a wiggle, and she knew without looking that he was pushing down his pajama bottoms.
Too fast. It was all happening too fast.
“Penny…forgive…me…”
She didn’t think. Only acted as she reached up and slapped him across the face.
Sheldon froze, as did Penny. He still had his head set sideways, as though he was still in the moment where her open palm had hit his face.
Penny waited beneath him with bated breath. Her hand was still tingling, and the unpleasant feel of it reached all the way to the pit of her stomach.
Then, without looking at her, Sheldon jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes from the floor and ran out of the room. Penny remained on the mattress, half-naked and unmoving, and it wasn’t until she heard the door slam that she began breathing again.
She was still shaking by the time she stood up. One peek at her living room told her she was alone, and she hurriedly locked the door and slipped on the chain before running to the bathroom.
She flicked on the lights and looked herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild, her face still flushed, her skin blotchy where Sheldon had kissed, sucked and nipped. She saw marks where he’d dug his fingernails in, small bruises where he’d grabbed her, and one prominent scratch mark at the side of her neck, which made her eyes water when she touched it. She must’ve gotten it from when Sheldon had almost torn her blouse off.
After taking a moment to calm herself, Penny slipped off the rest of her clothes and stepped into her shower, turning it as hot as she could tolerate until she felt herself cleansed of Sheldon’s violation.
But had that been violation? She had wanted it, hadn’t she? Hadn’t she been the one to initiate it in a way? Hadn’t she been aroused? Hadn’t she responded to him?
Then again, that man in her bedroom, the one who looked at her with smoldering, obsessive eyes…the man who nearly devoured every inch of her being, had not been Sheldon. The Sheldon Cooper she knew could and would never physically hurt another human being.
Especially not her.
Penny stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in her pink terrycloth robe. She walked over to her mirror, and once again, stared at her reflection.
Somehow, somewhere, something had happened to Sheldon.
And she swore she would find out whatever the cost.
A/N: Got enough S/P did you? (*looks up at skies…negative for flying shoes. Time to get out into the open?*) I know this isn’t enough to make up for the last chapter. But hey, we got them to bed didn’t we? Ugh, you’ll have to excuse me, like I said, it’s 3AM and I couldn’t sleep until I finished this part.
A piece of trivia. The gift Sheldon got for Penny is a very rare Generation 1 My Little Pony called Rapunzel, which is a pink, blue-eyed Pony with very long golden mane and tail. I chose to have the flashback set during Comic Con, because that’s only one of two events (the other the annual My Lil Pony convention) in which Hasbro (My Lil Pony manufacturer) opens up a booth on these collectibles. I don’t know about auctions though, but this is merely a fic so some elements are made up. Perhaps the biggest thing would be that I highly doubt Sheldon has enough money to buy a Rapunzel Pony. Last I checked on ebay, it costs $850.00 with an original price of $1130++ 0_0. But hey, this is a fanfic, I’m not even gonna state how much Sheldon paid for it since that was an auction, but this is just to give you guys an idea ;) Oh, and I’m not into my lil pony. All these came from research.
One last thing on the matter. I chose My Little Pony because it’s one of the things Sheldon knows Penny collects (aside from the beanie babies and the Care Bears **which has been used in fics before so I went the other way**) and the fact that she grew up in a farm could be the reason why she loves My Lil Ponies. This was mentioned during the famous “Hello, Hello Kitty” speech of “The Nerdvana Annihilation”.
Teasers? Investigations and Confrontations ^_^
Proceed to CHAPTER 12
Oh, and guys, please do visit my last art post. It was eaten up by LJ LOL! One of the arts is somewhat related to the Cooper Libido Experiment ^_^
