SUMMARY: She feels like a cat, too, one that has been thoroughly petted, scratched under the chin and given tuna for supper.
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WORD COUNT: 500
NOTE: This was originally written for the sheldon_penny Kink Meme, for the prompt: "Following on the last prompt...morning after, please? Doesn't have to be explicit (but yays if it is!), lots of cuteness and cuddling. I'd love it if it's the morning after their first time, but established relationship is also fab."
Penny yawns and arches her back like a cat. She feels like a cat, too, one that has been thoroughly petted, scratched under the chin and given tuna for supper. She tries out a purr for effect.
"That's attractively feline," Sheldon mumbles into his pillow.
She loves how sex makes him so mellow. For a short while, at least, it sands down the sharp Sheldon edges. He can even handle being touched and cuddled for a while, as if a good half hour of fucking her senseless has temporarily overloaded and burned out his oversensitive nerves.
She presses her chest into his bare back. Sheldon is so warm right now he feels like he's running a fever. It's a chilly night, and they left the window open, so she doesn't mind. "I feel good," she says. "The afterglow..."
"The release of the neurohormones oxytocin and prolactin cause the pleasurable post-orgasm sensation you're currently experiencing," he says, his voice growing slow and sleepy.
"You really know how to sweet talk a girl." She kisses the damp skin at the nape of his neck. Just the merest whiff of his sweat and she's getting wet again.
He rolls over to face her. Their noses are almost touching. "Penny, if I had the ability to engage in the kind of 'sweet talk' that you seem to expect from a sexual partner, I would."
She sighs and strokes his mussed hair. "Oh, Sheldon," she sighs. "I don't want you to be anything but you."
And that's the odd part. She doesn't. She adores all of him—even when he corrects her grammar in front of others, or throws a fit when she leaves a wet towel on his bed, or she catches him refolding her laundry in the middle of the night.
She hears a funny little chuckle in the back of his throat.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm merely amused that I, too, accept you, despite your many idiosyncrasies." His fingers absently run up and down her bare arm, leaving trails of electric shocks in their wake.
She gives him a big, smacking kiss on that forehead of his that shields his giant, scary brain. "Oh Sheldon," she says, trying not to laugh. "I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me."