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Title: Chalk Dust
Spoilers: Nothing
Rating: Strong PG-13, maybe R for innuendo
Word Count: 1059
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, you know the drill.
Author’s Notes: I’ve had a hard time writing, nothing was really jelling for me, so I took a look at the Paradox Plot Bunny thread and found one I felt I could raise to be a productive member of society. It was suggested by sinstralpride and it was to create a fic based on this picture. If anyone else has bunnies they want to give up, let me know ‘cause I’m still not feeling anything.
She’s not sure what happened. One moment, she’s standing there, in the near deserted student union, looking up at the chalkboard painted wall of doodles. The next, she’s pressed against it, inhaling chalk dust. She stiffens for a moment and then recognizes the feel of the hands cupping her breasts.
Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she smiles up at him and he stares down at her, his eyes dark. She’s wearing her four inch stilettos, which just brings her up to his chin. She loves how much taller he is, the way his body will curve around hers. His hands squeeze once before trailing down to curve around her hips. He pushes, just a little, and she obliges, turning around in his arms.
He’s kissing her then, in the middle of this sorta public place. His mouth is hot on hers, his grip centering her against him. He takes a step forward, backing her against the chalk-covered wall, and her hands fly up to his shoulders. Her hormones are starting to race and she tries valiantly to bat them aside, determined to figure out why her normally reticent boyfriend is indulging in a very graphic PDA. He rubs against her, then, and logic is gone. Now she is wishing like hell that she hadn’t decided to wear leggings with this skirt.
There is a small sound that she barely hears, but it’s obvious he did. He lifts his head and she whimpers at the loss, stretching herself impossibly taller on tip toes, trying to reclaim his mouth. His hands slowly lift away and he backs away, keeping his gaze fixed on hers. Her arms fall to the side and her fingers curl, wanting to reach out for him again.
The reason for the disentanglement becomes very clear as Leonard walks into the room, carrying large sticks of chalk. He hands one to Sheldon who takes it gingerly.
“Hey, Penny, glad you found it okay.”
She smiles brightly, shifting her weight to her back foot, pivoting slightly away from Leonard. His eyes drop briefly to her chest before darting back up to her face.
“Um, yeah. I had a slight, uh, mishap. Got a little too close, looking at all the neat-o drawings.”
Leonard chuckles, with a slight nervous edge. Shrugging his shoulders, he says,
“No problem, we can touch it up. That’s why we’re here after all. To make sure the display is ready before classes start next week. Pretty cool, huh?”
She makes agreeable noises and Leonard keeps talking. Listening with half an ear, she watches the other man as he prowled along the wall, inspecting the drawings. She loves the way the brown sweater hugs his shoulders. Suddenly, she notices Leonard looking at her expectantly and realizes she has no idea what he just said.
“Sorry, sweetie, just zoning out a bit. What did you say?”
His forehead wrinkles a little, but he gamely repeats himself.
“I said that Sheldon is conducting some experiments tonight so I’m on my own. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to, y’know, keep me company or something…”
Leonard is facing her full on, waiting for her answer.
“Um, sweetie, I don’t think tonight will work for me. I’ve got some…unfinished business to take care of.”
Leonard slumps, clearly dejected. She feels bad, but Sheldon is walking towards them again, a small smirk on his lips. Now she knows what that PDA was all about. Whether nerd or jock, guys were all the same.
“Well, what time do you think you’ll be finished? You can always come over later.”
Leonard is certainly persistent. Before she can think of a kind way to put him off, yet again, Sheldon interjects.
“If Penny is going to be tied up, no amount of pleading will cause her to become free. Leonard, you’ll simply have to rely on Wolowitz and Koothrappali for your entertainment.”
She can feel her face flushing, her breath panting just a little. Her knees buckle just a little and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, her mouth tilted with anticipation. He continues to smirk at her as Leonard stands behind him, staring at her. After a moment, he turns, hands Leonard back the chalk and says,
“Everything looks satisfactory, Leonard, so I’m going back to my office. I’m eager to get started. Penny.”
He nods a little at her and then strides off, his long legs eating up the distance rapidly. She watches him go, her eyes seeing the faint smudges of chalk on the back of his shirt. She wonders if he will look back, but of course he doesn’t and then her view is blocked by Leonard.
“So, uh, you wanna help me fix the smudged portion?”
“Oh, um, I know I should, but I really want to jump, get a jump on, uh, things. So I’m going to, uh, get jumping. See ya later, Leonard.”
He is saying something, but she just smiles and takes off, hoping if she moves fast enough, he won’t get a good look at her back. At the same time, she doesn’t care anymore, wondering why she thought it would be a good idea to keep things secret for now. If Leonard knew about them, she’d be with Sheldon right now.
Her heels click on the floor, the sound drawing the scientists into the hall, but she doesn’t notice the intrigued faces in her wake. Finally, finally, she is at his door and she takes a breath before she saunters in. She is trying to be cool and composed, but when she sees him, standing before his whiteboard, his sweater off and lying across a guest chair, she’s out of breath. He tilts his head to examine her.
“Penny, your clothes are filthy.”
She laughs, her voice sultry as she responds,
“Well, then, Dr. Cooper, perhaps I should take them off so they could be cleaned properly.”
He nods, entirely serious, the corner of his mouth lifting just a bit. He reaches past her to close the door and pulls down the shade she made him buy after they almost got caught by the cleaning crew. He perches on the edge of his desk, waiting for her to begin her impromptu strip tease and as she reaches back for the zipper of her skirt, she thanks God for chalk dust.
Spoilers: Nothing
Rating: Strong PG-13, maybe R for innuendo
Word Count: 1059
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, you know the drill.
Author’s Notes: I’ve had a hard time writing, nothing was really jelling for me, so I took a look at the Paradox Plot Bunny thread and found one I felt I could raise to be a productive member of society. It was suggested by sinstralpride and it was to create a fic based on this picture. If anyone else has bunnies they want to give up, let me know ‘cause I’m still not feeling anything.
She’s not sure what happened. One moment, she’s standing there, in the near deserted student union, looking up at the chalkboard painted wall of doodles. The next, she’s pressed against it, inhaling chalk dust. She stiffens for a moment and then recognizes the feel of the hands cupping her breasts.
Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she smiles up at him and he stares down at her, his eyes dark. She’s wearing her four inch stilettos, which just brings her up to his chin. She loves how much taller he is, the way his body will curve around hers. His hands squeeze once before trailing down to curve around her hips. He pushes, just a little, and she obliges, turning around in his arms.
He’s kissing her then, in the middle of this sorta public place. His mouth is hot on hers, his grip centering her against him. He takes a step forward, backing her against the chalk-covered wall, and her hands fly up to his shoulders. Her hormones are starting to race and she tries valiantly to bat them aside, determined to figure out why her normally reticent boyfriend is indulging in a very graphic PDA. He rubs against her, then, and logic is gone. Now she is wishing like hell that she hadn’t decided to wear leggings with this skirt.
There is a small sound that she barely hears, but it’s obvious he did. He lifts his head and she whimpers at the loss, stretching herself impossibly taller on tip toes, trying to reclaim his mouth. His hands slowly lift away and he backs away, keeping his gaze fixed on hers. Her arms fall to the side and her fingers curl, wanting to reach out for him again.
The reason for the disentanglement becomes very clear as Leonard walks into the room, carrying large sticks of chalk. He hands one to Sheldon who takes it gingerly.
“Hey, Penny, glad you found it okay.”
She smiles brightly, shifting her weight to her back foot, pivoting slightly away from Leonard. His eyes drop briefly to her chest before darting back up to her face.
“Um, yeah. I had a slight, uh, mishap. Got a little too close, looking at all the neat-o drawings.”
Leonard chuckles, with a slight nervous edge. Shrugging his shoulders, he says,
“No problem, we can touch it up. That’s why we’re here after all. To make sure the display is ready before classes start next week. Pretty cool, huh?”
She makes agreeable noises and Leonard keeps talking. Listening with half an ear, she watches the other man as he prowled along the wall, inspecting the drawings. She loves the way the brown sweater hugs his shoulders. Suddenly, she notices Leonard looking at her expectantly and realizes she has no idea what he just said.
“Sorry, sweetie, just zoning out a bit. What did you say?”
His forehead wrinkles a little, but he gamely repeats himself.
“I said that Sheldon is conducting some experiments tonight so I’m on my own. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to, y’know, keep me company or something…”
Leonard is facing her full on, waiting for her answer.
“Um, sweetie, I don’t think tonight will work for me. I’ve got some…unfinished business to take care of.”
Leonard slumps, clearly dejected. She feels bad, but Sheldon is walking towards them again, a small smirk on his lips. Now she knows what that PDA was all about. Whether nerd or jock, guys were all the same.
“Well, what time do you think you’ll be finished? You can always come over later.”
Leonard is certainly persistent. Before she can think of a kind way to put him off, yet again, Sheldon interjects.
“If Penny is going to be tied up, no amount of pleading will cause her to become free. Leonard, you’ll simply have to rely on Wolowitz and Koothrappali for your entertainment.”
She can feel her face flushing, her breath panting just a little. Her knees buckle just a little and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, her mouth tilted with anticipation. He continues to smirk at her as Leonard stands behind him, staring at her. After a moment, he turns, hands Leonard back the chalk and says,
“Everything looks satisfactory, Leonard, so I’m going back to my office. I’m eager to get started. Penny.”
He nods a little at her and then strides off, his long legs eating up the distance rapidly. She watches him go, her eyes seeing the faint smudges of chalk on the back of his shirt. She wonders if he will look back, but of course he doesn’t and then her view is blocked by Leonard.
“So, uh, you wanna help me fix the smudged portion?”
“Oh, um, I know I should, but I really want to jump, get a jump on, uh, things. So I’m going to, uh, get jumping. See ya later, Leonard.”
He is saying something, but she just smiles and takes off, hoping if she moves fast enough, he won’t get a good look at her back. At the same time, she doesn’t care anymore, wondering why she thought it would be a good idea to keep things secret for now. If Leonard knew about them, she’d be with Sheldon right now.
Her heels click on the floor, the sound drawing the scientists into the hall, but she doesn’t notice the intrigued faces in her wake. Finally, finally, she is at his door and she takes a breath before she saunters in. She is trying to be cool and composed, but when she sees him, standing before his whiteboard, his sweater off and lying across a guest chair, she’s out of breath. He tilts his head to examine her.
“Penny, your clothes are filthy.”
She laughs, her voice sultry as she responds,
“Well, then, Dr. Cooper, perhaps I should take them off so they could be cleaned properly.”
He nods, entirely serious, the corner of his mouth lifting just a bit. He reaches past her to close the door and pulls down the shade she made him buy after they almost got caught by the cleaning crew. He perches on the edge of his desk, waiting for her to begin her impromptu strip tease and as she reaches back for the zipper of her skirt, she thanks God for chalk dust.