Sheldon ran up four flights of stairs to get to his apartment, reciting the elements on the periodic table. He made sure to take each step on the way, reciting one element per step as fast as he could. He fumbled with the lock and key, struggling to juggle the action with holding the black book, rounding the periodic table again. Finally, he managed to open his door and stampeded to his bedroom. Leonard, Howard, and Raj sat frozen at Sheldon's entrance and followed him with their eyes and necks as he ran and locked himself inside his bedroom shouting something about elements. After a short beat, they went back to howling at the game.

Sheldon stripped off his clothes as quick as a flash and sorted them into their appropriate laundry baskets. He wore only his bright tightey-whiteys, and white, grey toed socks. He plopped himself on his bed, taking the book with him.

The water crashed down around her toes and it felt so good. She wobbled the knob like Lance showed her to make the shower turn on. The cool water splashed all over her, the cold causing her nipples to harden. Gwen let the water cool her body down. Her hands found their way to her plump breasts and she felt her nipples poking out. She closed her eyes and thought of her new neighbors. They were such nice guys, she could tell. The short one obviously had a little crush on her, but it was the tall one that caught her eye. Normally she liked the big, muscular type, but there was something smoldering about slender and intelligent. The water turned warm and Gwen's fingers found their way south.

Right here? In her new neighbor's shower? There was something dangerous and hot about all this. She spread her legs and her fingers brushed her smooth lips. One finger slid to a more secret place, hot, wet flesh met her. Then a second finger joined, plunging deep inside her precious hole, in and out slowly. It had been too long since she had an orgasm.

Sheldon swallowed a big lump in his throat. His brow was covered in a sheer layer of sweat. His hands were shaky as he pulled open the nightstand's drawer. He got out his lotion with pump action and placed it on the counter top. Sheldon pumped the lotion three times. He hungrily rubbed his fingers and palm together, spreading the lotion. He shimmied off his underwear and grasped his hard cock

"Ah," Gwen moaned. She began to rub her now throbbing clitoris teasingly. She wanted to finish, but she knew to keep herself paced. Did Arthur, tall, dark eyed, and mysterious masturbate in this very shower? Gwen began to feel the familiar build up from down inside her very core and rubbed faster, mimicking her quickening heart rate. She was moaning a little louder now and rubbed her pussy until she came gloriously..

Sheldon came without much warning. He shut his eyes and growled from deep in his chest. Calmness came down upon him like Batman on the dark streets of Gotham City. He was doused in sweat, and his breathing was haggard. His shoulders slumped as he fell backwards to his pillow. His eyes felt heavy as if his lids were made of lead instead of skin. A grin was plastered on his face as he drifted off while visions of a beautiful blond girl smiling danced in his head.

Penny's sinuses felt cleared, and her head felt light. Her muscles felt loose in her body. Her arm rested beside the hard book. Tomorrow she would start on her sequel. She already had a title picked out:

A Nickel's Worth

She began to think of her characters, and into what kind of smutty trouble she could get them. She had left off the last book with Arthur and . . . Maybe this time Gwen instead would . . . They would definitely have to . . . Yeah, right on the bus . . . Better yet, the laundry room . . . Laundry's piling up . . . Clean underwear? . . Oops . . . At least tomorrow is laundry night . . . Definitely the laundry room . . .That could be quite inspiring.

Sheldon woke up in the middle of the night. He felt relaxed. He had deprived his body far too long of a biological necessity. He looked around felt the familiar twinge of needing to clean up. He was in his day clothes, unzipped and unbuttoned. The lotion was all over his clothes and his sheets were ruffled. Sheldon got up and began to change.

The laundry room was deserted at this time. Well, it should have been.

"Penny?" Sheldon asked. She almost fell on her face. She had been sitting on the washing machine and Sheldon assumed he startled her. "Why are you sitting on the machine? That's not what it's for. A chair is for sitting." He signaled to the chair in the corner. At first Penny had a pink blush across her face, but now she narrowed her eyes and lips at him. Sheldon headed to the free machine and began to load it.

"What are you doing here?" Penny asked, taking the seat on the chair.

"Well, I was holding a basket full of clothes, and brought it into a laundry room, with a box of detergent and a roll of quarters. Putting all these facts together, one can assume I may be here to do a load of laundry." Penny rolled her eyes at Sheldon's back. When he finished, Sheldon walked up to Penny. "You're in my spot."

"What?"

"You're in my spot. The blue chair is the chair in which I sit. There's a red chair over there in which you can sit." Sheldon crossed his hands in front of him.

"Well, tell you what, honey. Tonight you can sit in the red chair!" Sheldon narrowed his eyes at her obvious sarcasm. He was getting better and better at spotting it. Sheldon heaved his chest, but decided not to argue further. He grabbed the red chair from the corner and set it next to Penny. She eyed him suspiciously. "Why are you in such a good mood?"

"Am I?" Sheldon thought for a moment. "I don't know."

"Geez, if I didn't know better I would think you got laid," said Penny. She grabbed a magazine from the shelf next to her. Penny flipped through the pages absent mindedly, her real thoughts on the ache she felt between her legs. Sheldon would scold her and probably follow her to her apartment if she left her clothes in the washing machine. Deciding to do some laundry late at night for inspiration was a good idea, the only thing was the inspiration hit her imagination and her libido. Penny unconsciously crossed her legs and began to fidget in her seat.

"Sheldon?" Penny asked.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"I suppose you can."

"What turns on someone like you?" Sheldon's face immediate turned scarlet. This made Penny's lip curl. "Just out of curiosity. I mean, I know you try to be above all those primitive human needs, but Leonard's told me you have to give in to your 'biological human suit'."

"I don't think this is a very appropriate conversation!" Penny laughed at how red Sheldon's face was turning.

"I mean, do you like blonde girls? Asians, girl on girl, threesomes? Or maybe you have some sort of hidden fetish?" Sheldon looked like a deer caught in headlights. Penny leaned in closer to Sheldon and whispered in his ear, purposely blowing into it first. "What do you fantasize about, Sheldon? Do you ever think of me?" She grazed he lower lip against the outline of his ear. Sheldon jumped at the contact. Penny bit her lower lip and stared up at Sheldon with her most ridiculous innocent look, even pulling at her hair and twisting it around her finger. Penny noted that he had a frightened look on her face, but from the corner of her eye, she could also see the obvious tent he was making under his plaid pajamas. Penny squeezed her thighs and ran one finger down the trail of her cleavage.

"I have to go now, Penny!" Sheldon ran off. Penny laughed.

"Alone at last." Penny closed the laundry room door and locked it. She took her previous seat on the bucking washing machine and spread her legs. She slid her hand beneath her cotton pajama pants and felt her slickness. She knew what she did was bad, and regrettable in the morning, but for tonight she was going to ride this bad wave all the way to the end.

Sheldon caught his breath at the second floor. His erection could not be ignored, and there was only enough blood in his body to fuel one of his heads. He came back down to the laundry room and found the door shut. He pressed his ear against the door (as much as he could without actually making contact with the door) and heard moaning. He eavesdropped on Penny until she finished, screaming against her presumable climax. Sheldon raced upstairs and replayed the scene from the laundry room, coming for the second time in the last few hours.

Author's Note: Thanks for the support! I appreciate all of it.