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So, here's the first official collaboration I've ever done! Mostly it involved the two of us bribing each other, which turned out to be a ridiculously circular exercise in coercion. I got the distanced used in the title from this website and divided it by sixty to find the distance the earth moves around the sun per minute. And if I did it improperly, shut up and don't tell me. (I made banners after all.)


Title: "The Earth Moved 1,117.7 Miles In Our Kitchen"
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory [tv]
Written by: [livejournal.com profile] rashaka
Illustrated by: [livejournal.com profile] irrel
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Penny/Sheldon
Spoilers: minor for 2x03 "The Barbarian Sublimation"
Word count: 2,900
Picture count: 3
Summary: Like Wonder Woman, Superman, She-Ra and all those characters her geeky friends cherished, Penny knew in one single, glorious moment what she had to do.







Penny pushed with one firm hand on the door of the apartment across from hers and let it swing open to reveal her silhouette, back-lit by the high-output fluorescents and framed by the door in such a way that her plum-colored shoes & shirt ensemble was displayed at its most attractive angle. She didn't need to make a good entrance, just like she didn't really need to flip her hair, but she liked to do both because it was good for her self-image to have people around who noticed her. It also conveniently allowed her to practice her acting skills. Penny tried different takes on her dramatic/sexy entrances from one week to the next, but none of the boys seemed to have noticed. It was a fact which frustrated her to no end, and what was even more aggravating was that she couldn't yet bring herself to point it out to them.

She looked around to see if anyone had noticed this time, maybe Leonard, but the room seemed empty until her eyes landed on the couch. Specifically, they landed on the person sitting in the corner seat with a ramrod posture and his hands in his lap; Penny's carefully selected pose drooped at the sight.

"Hey Sheldon," she sighed. "Did Leonard steal any of my mail this week?"

Sheldon didn't look up from the TV set, where some dark shapes were flying around in a vaguely green backdrop, but his mouth pulled in one direction and he said, "Leonard ceased that pathetic habit six weeks ago, thank sanity. After seven months it was becoming embarrassing for all of us, even you, and we all thought you didn't know that you had anything to be embarrassed over."

Penny strolled around the couch and leaned on its back support, her elbows to the right of Sheldon's head. On the television Keanu Reeves was getting punched and kicked by a secret computer agent. "He was so reliable about it, I didn't have the heart to ruin his pet project. Oooh, hey, are we coming up on the romantic part where she kisses him back to life? I love that scene!"

Like those metal balls that go sliding across the inside of a pinball machine, Sheldon's eyes rolled up from the flat screen and around to Penny's, which required tilting his head rather far back. He didn't like bending his neck that way, she could tell, but she knew if she stayed put he'd go to extra effort just to get a good glare in. He had succeeded and was glaring at her now, upside down. Without looking, one hand raised a remote controller and pressed the pause function.




"That scene will occur in approximately three minutes and thirty seconds, but since you've already interrupted me twice and seem intent on denying me a pleasurable viewing experience, I'm going to take this opportunity to get a drink. You may ruminate on the romance,” Sheldon held up exaggerated air quotes on that word without pausing his tirade, “of actors fake kissing to yourself, please, just be finished by the time I return."

"Aaaaww, Sheldon," she said, abandoning the couch back and sidling after him into the kitchen. She sensed a weak spot and like a good Midwestern predator of the grain, Penny was set to pounce. "Do you have a problem with mushy kissing scenes? Afraid of cooties?"

Sheldon pulled a soda from the very bottom shelf of the fridge and glared at her, again, as he came up. Penny always felt like her day was a little more complete if she could get him to glare at her three times in under a minute. Next week she was going to challenge herself and aim for forty seconds.

"Cooties are a fictitious disease created by children as a device for enforcing separation of the sexes," he began, and Penny dug her feet into the floor because she could tell this was going to be a long one.

"I suffer from no such ailment, and my wish to be separated from my inferiors is based on the sound reasoning of evolutionary advancement. Neither of which has anything to do with my apathy towards a clichéd fairy tale plot device, even one that's been gender-reversed, being used as the climactic emotional point of a film. If the Wachowski brothers hadn't reduced themselves to sampling their Disney VHS collection for romantic moments, the whole trilogy might have been better off."

Predator Penny took a moment to sort through that rant, found the important element, and pounced. "Have you ever been kissed, Sheldon? I mean really kissed."

He spit out his Diet Coke, which impressed even Penny. Wow, was she on a roll today!

"Of course I've been kissed," Sheldon sputtered. He brushed a paper towel over his face and the front of his now dampened shirt. "It was an unpleasant sensory experience," he continued, like someone who was trying hard not to come off self-defensive, but coming off like it anyway.

Oh, honey, thought Penny, and her heart twisted a pinch, deep down inside. In a weird way she'd adopted these boys and sometimes it was hard not to feel for their tragedies as they stumbled through the wide and glimmering world of adulthood. Penny wasn’t certain if it flattered or depressed her that they only seemed to notice that world existed after she became their neighbor.

"It involved far too much moisture," clarified Sheldon, regarding her face sharply over his soda can. "I don't understand the furor."

"Oh, honey," said Penny, this time aloud, and walked two quick steps until she was standing right before him. "I'm so sorry."

She was getting better at reading between the lines with Dr. Two PhDs Cooper, and beneath the casual disinterest and the clinical emptiness of his dismissal she detected a hint of bitterness. Penny wondered if, amidst the psychology and the cold biology of species survival that he insisted was the sole basis for human sexual relationships, a younger Sheldon hadn't absorbed just the smallest tidbit of expectation from his comic book sagas. She'd seen enough summer blockbusters to know that there was always romance present, squished and starving between the costumes and the lightning bolts. Maybe once upon a time young Sheldon hadn't been as immune as he wanted everyone to believe he was today.

"What are you sorry for?" he asked. "You didn't have to endure Carolynne Marshall's tongue attempting to lick your tonsils, or Jeremy Pazero's."

"Oh honey," she said again, and laughed, and put her hands on his shoulders. At her touch his shoulders pulled as far away as they could without his torso actually moving, and his face twitched in suspicion. Like Wonder Woman, Superman, She-Ra and all those characters her geeky friends cherished, Penny knew in one single, glorious moment what she had to do. Everyone, even twitchy and suspicious Sheldon Cooper, deserved an earth-shaking kiss once in their lives. Especially Sheldon, because Penny had a feeling in her gut that she might be the only hot girl who'd come along in this century who might be willing to give him one.

"You had a bad first kiss, didn't you?" she said, filling her voice with calculated, but still quite sincere, compassion. "I'm really sorry—though I can't say surprised—because your first kiss should be fun and romantic. Yeah, it can be a bit wet and sloppy, but it should still be something good to remember. It's a," and Penny paused here for a moment, before pressing forward with the magic phrase, "It's a non-optional social convention."

Still visibly disturbed by her touching and her proximity, Sheldon looked at anything except Penny while he examined this ludicrous assertion. "That makes no sense at all, Penny. How can it be non-optional and imply responsibility on the receiver's part when a person sometimes has no control over the circumstances of receiving said kiss? I have observed Leonard's behavior in this area before, and he typically has zero choice in the progression of events, so is it your contention that he's obligated to receive something that's entirely predicated on his partner's behavior and not his own?"

"Sheldon," said Penny, "Moving on! I want you to know, Sheldon, that I respect your boundaries."

"Then stop touching me," Sheldon said, but she didn't. "Why are you repeating my name in that tone?"

"And I think of you as a friend, Sheldon," Penny continued.

He looked like his nerves were rebelling, and he'd somehow backed all the way till his spine hit the edge of the sink. "Your tone of voice suggests something unpleasant will follow that statement."

"So don't be alarmed, okay?"

"Penny," he said. "Telling me not to be alarmed is only more alarming, and you," but he had to stop, then, because Penny's hands had moved to cup the base of his skull. Her fingers pressed into the short hairs at the nape of his neck, and she kissed him very, very carefully.

She had thought about this while he was talking, and she elected to go for a closed-mouthed romantic kiss, because even Penny wasn't cruel enough to scare him off with tongue. His lips tasted faintly of cola, and his back was as stiff as post, but he didn't shove her violently away and she counted that as a sign of progress. Her hands relaxed at the place where his long neck blended into his shoulders, massaging slightly, and she tried to imagine all the heroines she'd seen in cartoons and movies as a kid. Was this how a level fifty warrior princess kissed a level seventy-two mage knight? Probably not, but Penny doubted Sheldon could handle a real warrior princess anyway.




After several seconds of what she figured was a routine panic attack, Sheldon surprised Penny. Instead of pushing her away, he put two tentative hands on her hips. His fingers were long, and they were warm. Penny wasn't sure why that caught her attention, because it's not like she thought he was secretly a vampire or something, even if he was paler than death sometimes. She was touching him now, though, and he’d evidently built the courage to touch her, and with all the touching going around it was clear that Sheldon was warm all over, just like any other man.

Buoyed by his reaction, Penny put more affection into her kiss, and he surprised her again by opening his mouth. He did it slowly, as if he wasn't sure about the process but willing to try. She remembered that Sheldon liked to experiment, on anything and everything, and that despite his public neuroses, he wasn't at all shy. Maybe from his point of view this was a chance to experiment with a new activity, and if that were the case then she wished him all the luck because boy did he need to get out and meet people.

Penny slid her tongue past his teeth and into his mouth, then pulled back encouragingly. He got the message and started to kiss her, taking the lead instead of being invaded. His technique was a little sloppy, but she was patient, and he quickly adapted himself to her rhythms and her speed. He wasn't kidding when he said he was a swift learner.

A thought occurred to Penny—this was what her last boyfriend had accused her of, thinking too much while they were kissing, how ridiculous was that?— that Sheldon adjusted his life to fit her patterns and speeds multiple times. Sometimes it was as simple as inviting himself along on her trips to the store, other days it meant agreeing to do something because she said it was necessary and, for whatever ungodly reason, he chose to believe her. It was sort of amazing, since with Leonard and Howard and Raj, and everyone else from what Penny gathered, Sheldon demanded that they adjust their lives to fit his patterns. Of course Sheldon was still weird and demanding with her, too, and giving in 'multiple times' wasn't the same as often or even regularly, but the thought sent a pleasant buzz to Penny's ego. Someone so proud and intelligent and belligerent and Sheldonish was changing his life to accommodate her, even if it was only in small and counted ways. The buzz tickled her, and Penny found herself leaning closer into his wiry frame.

He was skinny, a lot bonier than guys she dated, but his upper body was more than broad enough to give her something solid to cling to. And she needed something to cling to, which was probably the most surprising thing of all. This was meant to be a friendly sympathy kiss, but now Sheldon's tongue was in her mouth and hers was valiantly working to get back to his, and all the while she wondered how long a person’s brain could survive without oxygen. Surely she'd go unconscious before mental loss started? Regardless, Penny refused to let herself be kissed into brain damage like that Chinese couple on the news, and she absolutely would not swoon for him. She'd never be able to stand the smugness later.

She needn't have worried, though, because Sheldon needed to breathe too. Penny grabbed tiny breaths in between moments of contact, and with every stolen pause she felt his hands clench her hips, almost like he was expecting her to fly away if he didn't maintain a connection. The material of her snug plum top wrinkled under his hands; she could feel it bunching into cramped folds and she liked that he was holding on so tightly to this.






Their kiss, which had started out sweet and then turned dramatic, banked hard right over a cliff and now plummeted fast toward dirty. Penny pressed full-up against Sheldon, his belt riding just a little higher than hers so that the buckle pushed into her stomach, and she was no longer on her toes because Sheldon was finally bending toward her like a real man ought to. It was most efficient for him to lean over and for her to tilt her head up, and since she hadn't needed to hold his head down for while now, one of her hands had wandered onto his scalp while the other seemed content to dally with the muscles of his neck. His palms began to tentatively wander, too. She almost felt her body arch into it, until the merest hint of Sheldon's thumb on the underside of her breast pulled Penny back to planet earth like a bird shot clean out of the air.

He was taking liberties! Which was too much, even though the rest of her brain balked because here she had just launched herself at him. Suddenly she was all jumpy because he tried for an innocent grope, when Penny was nearly dry humping him against the counter? And "taking liberties"! What cave in her vocabulary did that phrase crawl from? This was all going so wrong, and even worse, it was turning her into a hypocrite.

With a cautious awareness of her pace, Penny gradually slowed down the kiss, untangling her hands. She leaned her body back and guided his dexterous fingers to his sides where they belonged, waiting till the final moment to pull her reddened lips from his. She retreated a step, patted the shell-shocked Sheldon (ha! her brain giggled) on the cheek, and walked across the living room to make what Penny privately judged to be her finest silent exit in all of her twenty-three years.

Once she was out of the apartment, however, she sprinted across those last seven feet like a level fifty warrior princess desperate for a medi-pack. She slammed her door shut harder than necessary and leaned her shoulder blades against it. Heart racing, she knocked her head a few times into the wood and tried to sort out what the hell, exactly, she had just done.

If she'd ever had cause to wonder—and she didn't, of course she didn't, this was Sheldon Cooper—Penny could say definitively that the cat in that box was alive. Probably feral, too, and hungry, and possibly starved for affection after years of being locked away by merciless scientists with their needles and their micro spotlights and their bottom-shelf cat food and their magnifying glasses and, well, it was a good thing that Penny didn't like cats.

She hated cats, actually! She was a dog person. Big, fuzzy dogs that would swim through a marsh pond and bring you back a rifle-blasted animal corpse as a sign of love. That's what Penny liked.

"Dog," she said aloud, because it was the warm, furry, animal companionship she needed, and not because it was the reversal of God, god, oh god oh god oh god which was what she really wanted to say. Penny looked around her empty apartment, her back stiff against the unbending surface of her door. "I should get a pet. Tomorrow."








P.S. There are now sequel drabbles in the comments below.
P.S.S. And sequel art!!
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Date: 2009-01-08 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arabian.livejournal.com
Yeah, it damn well better be "for now" because I want more NOW!!!

That was soooooooooooooooooo good. And, honestly, whenever I've imagined how a first kiss would go, it's something along these lines too. Oh, so in character, the kiss was scorchingly hot, and the writing had a deft beauty to it. And then the art added to it?!!?!? DAYUM!!!!!!!!!!

This is a KEEPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Date: 2009-01-08 01:25 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm really glad that they felt in-character to you, that's what I was most concerned about getting right. And I'm glad it was hot! Just the other day I was complaining that it was hard to write because "Sheldon Cooper makes the pre-1990s asexual Doctor Who look like a raging bag of hormones. Sheldon, on the other hand, is just a raging bag." But then I went and wrote 10 paragraphs of kissing, so go figure!


((I'm co-opting [livejournal.com profile] lilyayl's totally classy and stylish way of answering comments.))


Seated in the kitchen like a good listener, Raj raised his eyebrows. "What did she say, precisely?"

Sheldon hemmed and hawed over his eggs. They were nearly burning, but he kept turning them over anyway. As if he would ever be anything but precise! "She said she respected my boundaries, which is a self-evident lie, then she said she thinks of me as a friend and told me not to be alarmed."

"Alarmed at what?"

Sheldon stabbed his spatula into the scrambled eggs, defeated the wobbly protein mass that dared to challenge him, and scooped out his winnings. "I was going to ask her that question, but she kissed me before I could."

Behind him, Raj fell off his stool.

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Date: 2009-01-08 12:50 am (UTC)
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This. This totally just made my day. If not week. Rashaka writing plus Irrel drawings? DID CHRISTMAS COME 351 DAYS EARLY??? I THINK SO.

Date: 2009-01-08 03:04 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm flattered that you're already familiar with me.

Enjoy!




"Penny did WHAT?" Howard exclaimed, he held his cell to up to his ear and vowed never leave Leonard and Sheldon's apartment again, as apparently it was where all the important and interesting things happened. He'd have to formally adopt the sofa and possibly pay rent, but think of the potential rewards afforded by proximity to action!

On the other end of the signal, Raj was babbling. "That's why we haven't seen Penny all day today. She was supposed to take over for you on HALO night and she said she was sick. But I cornered Sheldon this afternoon and he spilled his guts to me like cod in a sushi bar."

"Don't toy with my emotions, Koothrappali. If Penny's really handing out kisses to mal-romanced nerds, this is like Christmas coming 351 days early!"

"But Christmas didn't come for you fourteen days ago either," said Raj, "So I don't see what that's got to do with anything."

"It's expression, my friend, but that's okay because my birthday's closer anyway. This situation requires careful planning and forethought. Has anyone told Leonard yet?"

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Date: 2009-01-08 01:00 am (UTC)
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THIS.


THIS!!!!


OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMGGJGMGJKFHKHFIHFIFILF.....



I love this famdom so much. It's so awesome. So so awesome. More please.

Date: 2009-01-08 03:25 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thank you! I love getting comments in enthusiastic caps! =)




"So I heard that Nebraska Beach Barbie took your lip virginity."

Leslie dropped the bomb after a suspiciously monotone-delivered speech about quantum chromodynamics. A victim to her merciless subject change, Sheldon was so unprepared for this line of attack from Leslie that he dropped a twenty-two pound textbook on his foot, tripped, and landed with his arm in the laboratory waste basket. He was going to have to wash his hands at least four times before dinner, thanks to her.

He stood up. He discreetly brushed his shirt and picked a string of old ramen off his wrist. He opened his mouth to say something; nothing came out.

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Date: 2009-01-08 01:05 am (UTC)
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wow...that was incredible! ever since you put out a search for a beta, i've been looking forward to some new fic and this was even more than i was hoping for, great job!

Date: 2009-01-08 04:36 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com

Thanks! There may be more to come, we'll see.



$960 read the tag taped to the plastic wall of the cage. A dark brown puppy with short hair and soft eyes mewled at her, and Penny almost started to cry right there.

"I'm lonely," she confessed to it. Her fingers tapped on the plastic where the puppy's wet nose left a smear.

This was the root of the matter: loneliness was why she was in a pet store, crying to a dog that was too expensive for her buy. Loneliness was why she'd broken down and gone on a date with Leonard a few months before, even though she knew that chemistry wasn't going to magically spring up from a platontic desert. It was why she'd had four weekend-stands since the date with Leonard.

It was why she'd gone and done something stupid like kissed one of her friends.

"The problem is," Penny told the dog, "They aren't even my friends." They were Leonard's friends. Or Sheldon's friends, she wasn't sure. But they weren't hers.

Penny went over to their apartment for Thai food night and she went over to their apartment for biweekly movie night. She even drove Wolowitz to the hospital once and Sheldon frequently asked her to take him to the store. But they never came over to her apartment just to hang out, just for kicks, and they didn't inquire about her hobbies. Penny actually liked the board game Monopoly, and she was good at it too, but they were so busy playing Klingon Boggle and 3-D chess that they didn't think to ask about what games she preferred.

Maybe she didn't need a dog. She certainly didn't need a nine hundred dollar dog, even if those brown eyes were to die for. Maybe she just needed a friend.

"This sucks," she said to the puppy, and sniffled.

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Date: 2009-01-08 01:19 am (UTC)
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Is it wrong for me to be a little turned on right now? xD I love the "for now" in the end of the art

The arts are amazing. You two make a great team

Date: 2009-01-08 05:14 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
A little turned on? Awesome! I'm surprised all of Penny's internal babbling didn't kill the hotness over ten paragraphs. ;D

I love the "for now" in the end of the art

I put that in there just to tease [livejournal.com profile] irrel, really.



Leonard got the news last, and he got it from Sheldon's sister. Sheldon's totally normal, totally hot sister, who apparently found out because Howard was stalking her on Facebook and dutifully reported gossip about Sheldon in between offensive photos.


Dr. Leonard Hofstadter,

Hi, Leonard. This is Missy, Shelly's sister. We met several months ago, if you'll remember, and unfortunately since then your creepy little friend (not the cute Indian one) found me on Facebook and has been stalking me. He gave me your email address. I was de-friending him from my account for the fourth time when he happened to mention that Shelly had some sort of rendezvous with your neighbor Penny, across the hall. Naturally, I didn't believe it, because it's hard to take anything one's stalker says at face value, and this is my brother we're talking about. So I wanted to have it confirmed from a reliable source, and I understand that you're Sheldon's best friend and are also good friends with Penny. This is too interesting to ignore, but I can't tell our mother about it unless I get it verified, just in case it isn't true.

Get back to me soon,

Missy



Dr. Leonard Hofstadter blinked at the text in front of his eyes, reflecting the glow of the LCD screen. He folded the laptop, put it in his shoulder bag, zipped the bag, and slouched in his chair.

He had no fucking idea what that message meant, but everyone else, apparently, did. And whatever it meant, Leonard was stone cold certain that he should have known about it before his roommate's estranged relative from three states away sent him an email asking for testimony.

He'd go home, he'd talk to Sheldon, and he wouldn't overreact.

Because there was nothing to overreact about.

Because this was Sheldon, and there was nothing in Sheldon that would match up with Missy's hypothesis of a rendezvous. It wasn't part of his programming.



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Date: 2009-01-08 02:17 am (UTC)
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That = totally awesome

Date: 2009-01-08 05:56 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com

glad you like it!


Penny opened the door after two knocks. Rajesh stood in the hallway, and he was alone. He smiled tentatively. Penny smiled a little back.

Taking a deep breath, Raj held up his cell phone.

"Oh, you want to call me?" Penny asked, because this was new, and she wondered if he was on drug testing again.

He handed her the phone, and she typed her phone number into it and tapped 'Save Contact'. As she handed it back to him, Penny reached out, grabbed Raj's chin, and tilted his face up to meet her meanest Blond Bitch Who Bites gaze.

"Wolowitz doesn't ever get that number," she warned. Raj squeaked, so she let him go.

"Okay, sweetie, what now?"

Raj attempted a smile, and it only half-succeeded so his face looked a little like that a psychiatric patient who couldn't make up his mind, but Penny knew that he was stepping far out of his comfort zone for her, and she felt a little warmed by that.

"Go ahead," she said. Raj nodded, opened his phone back up, and began rapidly typing.

In her pocket, Penny's phone chimed the signal for an incoming text message.

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Date: 2009-01-08 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] enfermeira-chan.livejournal.com
WONDERFUL!
The fic AND the arts! :3

Date: 2009-01-08 08:09 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Fic and Art work well together, i think.



Sheldon was having a difficult time of it. He was having a difficult time because people were heckling him, and had been heckling him all day long.

They heckled him about Penny (which annoyed him); they heckled him about her kissing skills (which he uncomfortably reported as satisfactory); and they even were so nosy as to heckle him about his "feelings" (he told them he didn't understand the question, which is almost close enough to being false to make him even more uncomfortable and, consequently, even more annoyed.)

Nuisances though they may have been, these conversations were small potatoes compared to the discomfort Sheldon felt anytime Leonard was around. He hadn't formulated a fool-proof plan yet for how to explain the situation to Leonard, so he didn't.

About 65% of his mind wanted to never tell Leonard, ever, because it shouldn't matter since Penny only kissed him out of pity, and Leonard had no claim over who Penny kissed, and the whole business would probably never be spoken of again after a week or so. The opposing 30% of Sheldon's mind, despite being half the size of its adversary, was vocal about things like Loyalty and Honor and Duty, which Sheldon didn't understand all the time but he did nonetheless believe in. Leonard was his friend, and he ought to tell.

The last 5% of his brain coolly noted from the sidelines that Leonard was going to find out either way, and the other 95% was a pathetic waste of gray matter and a disgrace to the Cooper thought process.

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That was completely amazing. Brilliant. ♥

Date: 2009-01-08 07:13 pm (UTC)
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Thanks! <3


Howard pushed open the door to Sheldon and Leonard's apartment just in time to see a dark lanky shape dart into one of the bedrooms. Howard pushed the door closed and stomped with deliberate noise across the common area.

"Sheldon! Sheldon!"

No response, which he expected. He stomped over to Sheldon's room, flung the door open. There was no one inside.

Howard moved into the room and stomped loudly to the closet. He flung that door open too.

"Danger, danger!" yelped Sheldon, who was pressed against the coat rack.

"Hello my dear friend Dr. Cooper," said Howard, and his smile was anything but jolly. "I've heard some interesting things today. Why don't you tell your dear Uncle Howie all about it? And I do mean all about it."

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Date: 2009-01-08 04:23 am (UTC)
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Oh, I loved this story so much, I cannot put it into words. And the art as a bonus? I'm gonna have a heart attack here. You better write more!!
That kiss was so intense, I felt like I was there, and I couldn't help but smiling all the way through the story.
Brilliant writing and art, it's all have to say. Keep it up, you two.

Date: 2009-01-08 06:19 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thanks so much! That's really sweet praise. I'm glad the intensity worked out right! =) They can be hot, not just sweet.


When faced with a difficult situation that required skill and negotiation, Penny did what most young women did: she called her mother.

"------------"
"Okay, I told you about the men across the hall from me, right? They're both major geeks but they're also PhDs, and they're good people. I told you about the really rude and insufferable one with the some kind of undiagnosed OCD? Well, we're kind of friends now."
"------------"
"What? No, I haven't slept with any of them, mother! Just let me finish."
"------------"
"Well I went over to get my mail--long story, you don't want to know--and I got into a conversation with Sheldon--that's the tall, rude one--about movie kisses and first kisses. And he admitted that his first kiss had been disappointing, which explains A LOT, OHMYGOD, but honestly I don't think he's had any more since then."
"------------"
"Um, about 30? I'm not sure."
"-------"
"No, mom, it's not that bad. You'd have to know him to understand. And he's probably not a serial killer; I don't think he could handle the blood."
"-------------------------"
"Well, I--"
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"That's what I was trying to say! Anyway, I felt bad for him, because he's my friend, so I thought I'd give him a really hot sympathy kiss so at least he'd know what these things are supposed to feel like. Then maybe he'd get out more, and learn to be social, you know? I was doing the world a favor by opening Sheldon's eyes to the possibilities."
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"What? No, I don't mean me as a possibility, no!"
"----------?"
"No, it isn't."
"----------?"
"Because I told him I only think of him as a friend."
"----------?"
"Yes, okay, that was right before I gave him the best kiss of his life. Dammit! You're right. He's probably confused."
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"I don't know, Mom. I mean... it was just a soft romantic kiss, very Hallmark, but then all of a sudden it got really intense. Really intense."
"---------------"
"No."
"------------------------------------------------------------"
"I don't know, that's the problem. What do you think?"
"----------------------------------------"
"Okay, that's worth thinking about I suppose. Bye Mom."
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"Love you too. Bye."

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I had one of the worst days in the history of any Geology class. IT'S THE SECOND DAY OF CLASS AND WE DON'T EVEN HAVE THE TEXTBOOK YET! HOW IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO WRITE A 3 PAGE ESSAY ON THE SUBJECT OF SUBDUCTION ZONES AND RIFTS ON THE SECOND DAY OF CLASS. ESPECIALLY WHEN THE FIRST DAY WAS SPENT PLAYING THE "WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAJOR AND TELL THE CLASS WHY YOU'RE TAKING THIS COURSE."
I'm taking this course because I was STUPID and didn't check ratemyprofessor.com before I enrolled to find out if you were a crazy old hag or not!

wow. I am so sorry for dumping all of that on you. I really just wanted to say that this was amazing and it made me stop thinking about throwing the rock samples at her head. It was extremely well written and everything that I imagine a first kiss between would be like. Perfect. Again Thank you so much. God I bet I just sound like a big bag of crazy.

Date: 2009-01-10 09:04 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
I'm glad I gave you something to be cheerful about! A good fic takes your mind of stress when you need it most.



Leonard tracked down Sheldon and after half an hour of searching, cornered him in the laundry room. Sheldon was perched on top of a washing machine, and before Leonard could ask, he announced that the all the machines were full and he was claiming this one for himself next, so Leonard should just come back later.

"I'm not coming back later. I did all my laundry two days ago."

"Well," said Sheldon, "I suppose you're not here to make pointless chit-chat? You know I dislike chit-chat."

Leonard had imagined this scene going a hundred, even thousand different ways. Or at least a realistic half-dozen. Some of those ways involved shouting, and hurt feelings. Others involved awkward silences and evasive attempts at broaching the unwelcome topic. But now that he was standing before his roommate and friend, Leonard felt all those paths shrivel up and sink into the ground, until the only way ahead was forward. Sheldon Cooper responded best to direct inquiry, with no detours, and at this moment Leonard himself felt like he could do with a good air-clearing.

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Date: 2009-01-08 04:39 am (UTC)
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OH, my this is great! I'm thinking of showing it to my friend at work - she told me about "Big Bang Theory" and got me to watch it, but I don't think she has ever read fanfic before! The story is great ... and your little continued story bits in the comments following make it even better! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Beautiful artwork, too!

(Wah, I don't have a BBT picture/icon to use - where can I get some?)

Date: 2009-01-08 05:08 am (UTC)
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You can get tons of icons at [livejournal.com profile] thebbtheory and [livejournal.com profile] sheldon_penny :)

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That was awesome. AGA WOW! PLEASE write more! That seemed so in character for both Penny and Sheldon. You both are very talented!

Date: 2009-01-10 09:20 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thank you, glad you liked it!




"I believe she thought she was doing me a favor," Sheldon reported.

"A favor," Leonard repeated. "So, you didn't initiate the contact?" Sheldon gave him a look. "Right, of course."

He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. "Okay," he said. "I don't know what this means, but I believe you."

"Thank you," said Sheldon, almost hesitatingly, and that almost made Leonard feel sorry for him.

"There's just one thing. I know it's unnecessary, and crazy, but I just want to put it out there. Sheldon, don't get involved with Penny. Aah! I can see it on your face, I know I don't have to ask because you have no intentions, I know it's ridiculous! But I have to ask anyway. ...Don't take this away from me, buddy. Please, don't take the chance away."

Ankles crossed and swinging gently against the washer, Sheldon nodded a tiny nod. One of the dryers across the room chimed that its load was complete.

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Date: 2009-01-08 05:11 am (UTC)
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There is no easy way to say this... so I'm just going to sing it: SEQUEL, SEQUEL, SEQUEL, SEQUEL, SEEEEQUEL!

OK, maybe that's not fair to ask since you're writing those ficlets but I'm DYING to find out what happens next.

I need to read this again so I can comment again :P

(The icon? Totally related)

Date: 2009-01-08 08:23 am (UTC)
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Your art makes my heart happy!

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Date: 2009-01-08 05:25 am (UTC)
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Perfect. I really hope to see some more, Penny's brashness was so perfectly in character. It's a little frightening, but in a really good way.

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Date: 2009-01-15 02:57 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thanks! Yeah, Penny's a hoot. Since it's canon that she is brash and forward, it's refreshing and fun to write a female character that way. She's kind of a frightening gal when her mind is set.






When Penny opened the door to her apartment, she swung it wide and leaned against the door frame with arms and ankles crossed. Sheldon had delved into some minor research about body language last year when Penny moved in (she said so many illogical things he was driven to outlandish methods to interpret her, because he hated not knowing how to interpret something), and from her current pose Sheldon estimated that she was feeling defensive. He wasn't sure what she had to be defensive over, since this whole mess was her fault, but he decided not to comment on it.

"Penny, hello. You haven't been by in the last two days, even though we specifically requested you for Halo Night after Wolowitz excused himself with diarrhea-related health problems."

"Well, I've been, you know..." she waved one hand in slow circles, looking at the ceiling.

"No, I don't know."

"Busy."

Sheldon shifted his weight from one foot to the other and gathered his thoughts before speaking again. He was finding this conversation to be unhappily difficult, and that irrational difficulty was distracting him so much that his original talking points seemed less and less feasable the longer he stood in front of Penny.

"If you're feeling uncomfortable about Our Kiss," he began, but Penny interrupted him.

"Our Kiss?" she repeated, as if she could hear the capitalizations that Sheldon had sworn were only audible in his head.

"Yes. If that has caused you any discomfort that inhibits you from presenting yourself on one of our prearranged event nights or in any way causes difficulty in your friendship with Leonard, I want you to know that even if you surprised me, you needn't be concerned." There. He'd said it. He'd even used the phrase that seemed to pacify Leonard.

"My friendship with Leonard?" Penny repeated, almost like she was confused, but what exactly had been confusing about his statement? Sometimes he worried about this girl.

"Yes, you two are close, correct?"

Penny dropped her hands from the corners of her folded arms straight to her hips, and she stood up tall in the doorway. "Aren't you more worried about how it might affect my friendship with you?"

"I'm not overly concerned, no."

"Why not?" Penny demanded. Honestly, he thought she was being more than a little rude today.

"Well, you made your motivations quite clear, in the beginning," Sheldon replied. "So no matter how long it lasted, I must logically conclude that it was your intention to..."

Penny's irritated expression melted like rainwater, and she reached out to touch his arm, a light contact that made him pause mid-statement. Sheldon's razor memory recalled that this was a classic gesture of sympathy, and didn't care for being the object of her pity.

"I know I got carried away," she said. "I'm sorry, sweetie, that must have been awkward for you."

"Yes, it was. But I," Sheldon stopped, his mouth hanging open like a flytrap. He'd meant to say I forgive you, but as hard as he pressed the words refused to leave his throat. "I fo.." he tried again to say it, but he couldn't, and she was leaning forward slightly in concern.

After a heroic he managed to gulp out: "I understand why you did it, and I thank you for the sentiment. It was...generous."

Across the threshold, Penny pulled her eyebrows together. "You're welcome," she replied with equal caution.

"So you'll come to eat with us," Sheldon concluded.

"I'll what?"

"Tonight is Mexican. Raj is making tacos and we're watching the director's cut of Donnie Darko."

Penny lifted her chin. "Do you use generic taco mix?"

"We have habaneros and chili powder and cilantro."

"Okay, I'll come. I have a soft spot for a young and gawky Gyllenhaal."

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OH MY GOD THANK YOU.

I cannot form words, just.. drlhjldfjtlaejfl WOW YES.

Wow Yes!

Date: 2009-01-16 08:29 am (UTC)
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You're welcome! Hee. Thank you for the enthusiastic response. I hope you continue to enjoy the bits as they dribble in.


After their tête-à-tête in the hallway, things returned to what constituted normality for Sheldon and Penny. She ate with them once or twice a week and subbed in on game nights, for which she was had displayed a natural talent. Sometimes he rode to the grocery store with her, or they went as a group to the Cheesecake Factory, and that was the extent of their encounters. Sheldon and Leonard went to work at the University; Howard and Raj hung around the apartment on weekends. Life was neat and predictable.

All of this regurgitating normalcy allowed Sheldon to carefully isolate, box, wrap, and shelve any lingering discomfort on the issue of kissing. Stored with careful precision so far back in his mind it was almost in the next dimension, all thoughts of funny little details—like Penny's hands crimping in his hair—faded from his his daily process. Unlike his friends, who suffered from an inability to separate Gushy Personal Feelings from The Work At Hand, Sheldon had little trouble compartmentalizing. If there's a problem, fix it. If there's a question, answer it. If there's a mystery, solve it. Anything else was a waste of his highly-educated time.

For a whole two weeks, this was his life. Two precious, blessedly consistent weeks that came to a dizzying implosion when one Sunday Penny passed him on the stairs, grabbed his hand, pulled him after her to the floor above their own, and kissed the reason right out of his breath.

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Date: 2009-01-08 06:18 am (UTC)
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Oh, you guys! Thats brilliant - the both of you! And darn it, evertime I go to start a fic of my own, impressive talents such as your own comes swooping in and does a better job of a simmering idea. Kudos!

This is my favorite line:
"Their kiss, which had started out sweet and then turned dramatic, banked hard right over a cliff and now plummeted fast toward dirty."

...this line needs to be put over a reall intense wallpaper of the both of them glaring at each other. ;)

(Although I much loved the drabble on Penny at the pet store - it didn't kill the mood, Rashaka; it adds angst thats all to relatable :)

Sorry this took so long!

Date: 2009-01-17 06:14 am (UTC)
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Wow, thank you! That's a really awesome compliment. I'm glad you loved it, because I loved writing it and reading all these generous comments too.


I'd love if you made that wallpaper! =D I liked that line, too. It's one of my favorites of the fic.






Penny was having a day she would much rather someone else be having instead of her. The air-conditioning behind the bar quit two hours into her shift, so the heat radiating from the refrigeration units created a sweat box in the four by twenty foot zone the bartenders occupied. Her make-up had run no matter how many trips she made to the bathroom, and the sweat of heavy lighting and hungry bodies lingered on every surface of her skin. She wanted to quit, or scream, or stab the next person who tried to grab a lemon slice from her side of the bar.

On the way home, exhausted and smelling like a horror movie extra (which she hadn't even been hired for, stupid nitpicky casting execs.), Penny maneuvered her vehicle into the exit lane behind a truck. She was only behind the truck for a few seconds, but that was all the world needed to deal another blow: the truck's rear wheel set kicked up a black granite pebble that shot straight backward at sixty miles per hour and lodged itself in the corner of her windshield. Penny exited the freeway, pulled her little car into a parking lot, and had a long cry.

It was nine-thirty on a Sunday night when she trudged up the long stairway to her third floor apartment, still in need of a shower and still wrung-out from her crying session. When she passed the second landing and saw Sheldon just a few steps ahead, his shoulders hunched as he concentrated on something she couldn't see, Penny didn't feel excitement, annoyance, or any of the hundred emotions her heart had cycled through since their encounter in the kitchen. All she felt was relief. A deep, stunning relief, because here was Sheldon. She understood Sheldon, or at least she thought she did, and Sheldon wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't dump her, or fire her, or refuse to file her claim for damages incurred while on the road. He was just Sheldon, with the brain the size of a planet and warm hands that fit nicely against her ribcage.

Penny jogged the last few steps, grabbed his free hand, and tugged him forward. She didn't explain, because he'd figure it out soon enough, and right now she needed someone who wouldn't turn her away, no matter what.

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This might just be my most favourite thing ever. You rock writing Penny--rock, I tell you--and I love her genuine reactions to everything. This was fantastic, and I demand/beg/plead you write more. You can't just leave it there!

And [livejournal.com profile] irrel, your art is as gorgeous as ever! :)

Date: 2009-01-19 09:03 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thanks, I'm really grateful for all this positive response we're getting! And if you're eager for more, I've been replying in the comments with sequel fic and Irrel has been adding little art replies as well. =)





"It's a matter of spatial relations and changing linguistic memes in a non-laboratory environment. I still postulate--"

"Helllllooooooooo nurse!"

Howard interrupted Leslie Winkle's cafeteria lecture and winked while he did it. He compounded insult with injury by sitting himself in a chair at the table's end, adding a third apex that turned Leonard and Leslie's two-way table conversation into a triangle. Leslie stepped on his foot with her boot heel.

"Ouch!" he yelped, "Ouch! Okay, okay, World War One field nurses were heroic civil servants that save the lives of American men across the continents and aren't the objects of the male gaze to be ridiculed by generations of ungrateful spawn, okay!"

Lelsie released his shoe and smiled. "Howard. Charmed."

Leonard smiled lightly at his friend and nodded. "Hi Wolowitz."

"Hello," Howard replied, sticking his fork into his mashed potatoes and tucking his sore toes safely under his chair. "What's on the intellectual menu for this midday breaking of fast?"

"Etymology."

"I love this topic! Doctor Winkle, if you're in the mood for stimulation in the oral capacity, you need only name the closet." Leslie was prepared to counter this with a stinging riposte but Leonard jumped in first in an uncharacteristic display of irritation, so instead she sat back to watch the live theater unfold.

"Okay, Howard, that's enough."

"Leonard, you wouldn't get between a friend and a lady, would you? I know you and Leslie have a paperback novel affair lingering in your past, but it didn't bother you when Penny kissed Sheldon, so I'm thinking the road is clear and there's sunny skies ahead!"

If the male engineer, the female physicist, and the gaggle of chemists one table over wouldn't have sworn it to be physically impossible, they all might have noticed the way light seemed to bend around Leonard in that moment, warped as it was sucked into a black cavern of nothingness about his person. It was probably just the lights getting dimmer from lack of maintenance. It might even be another symptom global warming, because the temperature at the table seemed to spike four degrees between the moment Howard's sentence ended and the moment that Leonard turned his full glare on him.

"I don't have a say in who Penny kisses, and if Sheldon wants to experiment with discovering his inclinations fifteen years after the fact, that's not my business either. Excuse me, I have to teach a class in twenty minutes."

He shoved his chair back so that the metal scraped against the linoleum and picked up his tray. Wolowitz and Winkle turned their heads in unison to watch him sprint out the double doors of the cafeteria. Leslie whistled.

"He's unusually sensitive today."

"Maybe he ate some dairy and wanted an excuse to run away?" Howard offered.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I know this architect, Ted, who is in love with his female friend, and it's sad to make such an analogy, but Leonard is really Tedding out about this."

"He'll be fine in a week. Are you going to eat those fries?"

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Date: 2009-01-08 11:23 am (UTC)
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Holy crap, woman - you've written Penny/Sheldon and made it hot; you've described Penny's meandering thoughts in between their kisses and it was still hot, and every bit of this felt both authentic to character and situation. I loved the way every part of this escalated - from their usual chilly conversation to kissing pasts and then pity kissing and moving closer and their arms and GUH. Fantastic! I'm in awe right now.

Date: 2009-01-22 09:07 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thank you for the specific comments, I'm glad it was hot. And glad the escalation worked too. I hope you enjoy the rest.







Knock. Knock. Knock. "Penny."

Sheldon had been over this discussion a forty-four times in his head. Questions would be asked and answers would be exchanged. Certain troubling behaviors would be stopped and tabled for extensive review before the mere possibility of resumption was considered.

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Penny."

Regardless of either party's motivation, it was clear that he was traversing a treacherous path by allowing Penny to continue her unexplained (and frustratingly unpredictable) advances on him. Someone else might have said that twice was a coincidence, but Sheldon Cooper did not believe in coincidences. Just because he couldn't see the pattern didn't mean that it wasn't there.

Knock. Knock.

The door whooshed open, painted fingernails grabbed his dress shirt where the buttons trailed along his sternum, and Sheldon was yanked with mutant strength into Penny's apartment.

About ten years and six minutes later, the door whooshed open a second time, and Sheldon stumbled out. He tottered on one foot, swung his arms for balance, and straightened just in time to see Koothrappali step onto the landing.

"Dude," said Raj.



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Date: 2009-01-08 11:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ginnystar.livejournal.com
Tiny fandom is tiny but oh-so precious. MASSIVE LOVE for this fic and art, beautiful in all the right ways and with the Sheldon!snark we have all come to know and love. <3

Date: 2009-01-21 08:34 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest as much as the first part.






Penny opened the door after two knocks. Rajesh stood in the hallway, and he was alone. He smiled tentatively; Penny smiled a little back. Taking a deep breath, Raj held up his cell phone.

"Oh, you want to call me?" Penny asked, because this was new behavior, and she wondered if he was on drug testing again.

He handed her the phone, and she typed her phone number into it and tapped 'Save Contact'. As she handed it back to him, Penny reached out, grabbed Raj's chin, and tilted his face up to meet her sharpest gaze. It was a gaze that said 'You better watch it because this bitch bites, and not just your hand but the rest of the arm too.'

"Wolowitz doesn't ever get that number," she warned in a voice that could carve tablets. Raj squeaked, so she let him go.

"Okay, sweetie," she continued, sweet as American pie in the sky once again. She patted his cheek. "What now?"

He attempted a smile, but it only half-succeeded, so his face looked a little like that of a psychiatric patient who couldn't make up his mind. Which she supposed he technically was. Penny knew that this was Raj stepping out of his comfort zone, for her, and she felt a little warmed by the whole gesture.

"Go ahead," she said. Raj nodded, opened his phone back up, and began rapidly thumb-typing.

In her pocket, Penny's phone chimed the signal for an incoming text message.


--

From: Raj
What have you done to Sheldon? You look lovely in that top.



Penny opened the message, raised her eyebrows, then narrowed them. Then she sighed. "Raj," she started, but he held up his hands and waved them. Then he started rapidly texting again.


From: Raj
Seriously what have you done to Sheldon?



"What do you mean, what have I done?"


From: Raj
Obvsly something happened. Erratic behavior. Nervous around Leonard.



"What?" said Penny. Raj stared wordlessly at her. She gave in, but made sure to mute the beep keypad effect before she began typing.


From: Penny
Not guilty! Explain behavior.



From: Raj
Avoids stairwell. Changes shirt in middle of day. Added salsa to his eggs yesterday.



From: Penny
Sounds like normal weirdness.



From: Raj
Noticeable shift in established patterns. Like wind-up toy moves in circles instd of line.



"Oh good god, I broke him!" yelped Penny.


From: Raj
Please fix him. I'll loan you my manual.



Penny shook her head, flipped her phone shut, and patted Raj on the shoulder kindly. "I don't need a manual sweetie. Give me a day or two, and I'll figure out how to make better whatever little circuit has shorted out his mental light bulb. Now toodles," she said, and shut the door in his face.

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Date: 2009-01-08 11:53 am (UTC)
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(1) Oh my goodness-- that was... hee fantastic. Wow. I love the bit about his hands holding her more tightly when they took a breath, afraid of her leaving. I love Penny's utter confusion with how the kiss so quickly evolved.

(2) You ROCK for doing reply ficlets. :)!

(2b) Missy and Leslie both know before Leonard. That's great. :)

(3) I really, really want to see what happens when Penny is next alone with Sheldon. Or even just when she sees him again.

(4) Sequel. They both need to start figuring how and why that kiss turned out as it did.

(5) The art is extremely lovely as well.

Date: 2009-01-22 09:18 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
1. Thank you for the lovely comments! I like hearing the specific parts people enjoyed, and I liked those two moments as well.

2.) Thank you! I got the idea from you.

3.) See above my friend, all will be made clear in time.

4.)

NOTE: This one happens BEFORE the comment before yours. It's one step out of order. =)


"What happened to you?"

An ever-widening hole formed when Sheldon's mouth opened. It stretched, it pulled, it closed and re-opened, but still nothing audible escaped. Then his eyes glazed over, and Raj reacted instantly by grabbing his friend's wrist and whisking him into the apartment. The pitch of a near-inhuman moan started just as Raj got the door shut.

"I don't knoooooooooooooow!" Sheldon wailed, holding his fists against his temples. "I don't knoooooooooooooow! Raj help me I don't understaaaaaaaaand!"

Raj shoved the hideously groaning physicist onto the special spot on the couch and then yanked the man's hands away from his face. "Doctor Cooper!" Rajesh barked, his accent coming out so strongly and so suddenly that he thought for a second his father was also in the room lecturing Sheldon. A quick, superstitious check to either side verified they were alone, and he returned his attention to his friend, who had stopped moaning and was now occupied with hugging a brown cushion and biting his bottom lip.

"You shouldn't chew your lip so aggressively." In response Sheldon made a hmmphsshddhhmph noise. "Dude, what's going on? You're being really weird even for you. Maybe I should just go check the hallway--"

"No!"

"What? Why not?"

"Things happen in the hallway," Sheldon stressed. He peeked his face out from behind the throw cushion. "I have no plan."

"What?" said Raj, who tended to be suspicious of general declarations, especially ones that forbade you from doing perfectly ordinary things. Sheldon bit his lip again, and Raj's critical eye observed that his friend's shirt was untucked and his shirt collar was flipped up in the back. Perhaps a change of inquiry would yield better results.

"What do you need my help with?"

"I don't," said Sheldon, and stood up. "The pattern is simple. It's so banal and ordinary I completely missed it until now. Hnn, I need to change my shirt."

"What are you talking about? You were wailing, dude. Thirty seconds ago. Wailing like a little Caucasian girl."

"Nevermind, that's old news. Thanks for your offer of assistance, Koothrappali, but I have since come to a conclusion of my own. You can let yourself out."

With his head inclined, he made a bee-line for his room where a closed door ended the discussion. The couch cushion went with him, which left Raj standing in Leonard and Sheldon's living room, hoping for someone to come along and, if humanly possible, explain what had just transpired.




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Date: 2009-01-08 01:17 pm (UTC)
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Madness, madness, madness, I say!

Now do Dr. Horrible.

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Date: 2009-01-08 04:35 pm (UTC)
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Oh, this is just BRILLIANT.

The combination of the art and the story, and the trope -- I am such a fan of couples kissing for alternate reasons and such, and this is just lovely.

Date: 2009-01-29 09:57 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
Thank you! It's a fun trope, definitely. Never gets old, as they say!





At nine-thirty-ish Penny ducked down the stairs and opened the door to the laundry room. If she judged his schedule correctly he would be about finished now, and this room was as private as any they might find in the building; no one else did their laundry on a Tuesday. "Hey Sheldon," she said.

He raised his head and nodded at her before concentrating on his clothes. "Penny."

Out of respect for his need to for process, she waited for Sheldon to finish the last three shirts in the stack before she approached him. "Hi," she repeated.

He set aside his folding assistant and commented, "I think it's safe to hypothesize that you're not here to make out again, or you'd have jumped me by now."

She walked closer, until she stood in front of him, near but still safely apart. She had to tilt her head to see his eyes when she replied, "You're right, I'm not. Actually, Sheldon, I wanted to talk."

"Talking is my preferred method of communication, but I've observed that you favor," he looked her up and down once, "other tactics."

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Date: 2009-01-08 10:07 pm (UTC)
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I *love* this. I want something like this to happen on the show so badly! The art is beautiful too, the combination is wonderful! :D

Date: 2009-01-27 09:06 pm (UTC)
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Also, the art and bonus fics are amazing. I am so jealous of the talent you both have.

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Date: 2009-01-08 10:17 pm (UTC)
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Oh my gosh. I totally fail as a BBT writer. You just wrote the best thing I have ever read and I love you to death for it. You are amazing. It was perfect. I can't even describe how perfect it was. Him holding her hips to keep her near him, the cat in the box described as love starved and abused by the coldness of science.... <3 The prose was so refined and high quality.

Irrel, you rule life. The picture of Sheldon looking up at Penny from the couch is my favorite thing in life. You totally made waking up this morning worthwhile.

Date: 2009-01-08 10:36 pm (UTC)
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Thanks! *hugs*

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