Gravity

A/N: Just a quickie! ;) But there is more to come quite soon. Meanwhile, a warning for those faint of heart. Sheldon’s just jumped to decidedly OOC and this chapter is not for the meek or modest. Rated M for fully Mature Moonpie.

Cht 4

Sheldon tried to ignore the shower curtain as the hot water sluiced over his neck and shoulders. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back into the spray, and sighed as the first time he encountered that curtain sprang unbidden to the forefront of his memories.  She was lying helpless on the floor of the tub, that same dratted curtain draped over her, looking up at him as if he were her savior. His chest swelled at the fact that he did indeed rescue the damsel. Something else entirely swelled at the thought that the hero did indeed also peek. Soup indeed, he smirked, as his hand unconsciously drifted downward.

Yes, even he in all his brilliance was still just a man. And that woman—the one currently snoring in the other bedroom—was a personification of all that is sensual about the fairer sex. The wide angle of hips, perfect for procreation, the shapely legs and rounded bust, perfect symmetry in the facial features…all things that are commonly accepted as attractive by societal standards. And Sheldon’s, though he had only recently allowed himself to admit it.

He could just picture that perfectly voluptuous mouth, with that slippery looking glaze she glossed all over them… Ohhh! The thought of her slippery mouth conjured images that he largely tried to ignore on a regular basis, but his body was already there. The hand that had been calmly stroking a semi-erection had nearly vised its grip on a now fully hard penis. Sheldon sucked air into his lungs and braced a hand on the shower wall as his hand began to pump harder and faster. He went back to that favored fantasy of Penny in the shower, only this time it was their shower and she knelt in front of him, glossy lips manipulating his veiny tool.

Oh dear lord! His perfect memory conjured the image of that full rounded breast under his hand and he squeezed his own shaft, his breathing now shallow as he worked himself, all too close to climax. In his mind’s eye he could see his other hand at the back of her head, guiding her back and forth along his length and he felt the familiar tightening just before the warmth flooded his system and he pumped his release out on the shower floor. He closed his eyes to the evidence of his arousal washing down the drain and tried to slow his breathing to something resembling normal.

He had done what he had intended, he mused. He had gotten her under his roof. But how to get her now to see him as something more than a robot or cyborg? This too, would take some finagling. He quickly turned the faucets off and sprayed the tub down with a post-shower cleaning agent before toweling off and striding back into his room with a bounce in his step.