Hello readers!

I am so terribly sorry about the lateness of the update!

My brother's daughter (so my niece) spilt her orange juice all over my freaking computer keys, and so I'm now missing keys R F and V. So I basically wrote about half of this on my phone, but then my brother offered me his pre-college computer. So I finally got up and working on my brother's old dinosaur of a computer to write this. It only took me three days to do so, so that's why I'm deeply sorry. Like extremely.

So this update, I'm hoping, will be super epic so that I can make up for the crappiness of waiting three (or maybe four?) days for an update. AGAIN SO SORRY! :(

This chapter is kinda borderline 'M', so just watch it. They're not quite having sex yet, but…welll you'll seeee!

So again SUPER SOOORRRRYYYYYYY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

PS: Can you guys keep the victims and the families of the shooting in Colorado in your thoughts or prayers? It was a tragic incident with horrifying results, and I can only imagine how deeply those families and people are damaged from this terrible crime. So if you could just do that, it would mean a lot to me as well as those people! Thanks a bunch!

Alright I'm done now! ON WITH IT!

I see you rising and you're falling
And I try to look away
But I'm frozen in the darkness
You're a burning cabaret

(Turn Me On, The Fray)

X

Dr. Cooper sat, back straightened, in his leather swiveling chair inside his darkened office, reviewing experiment notes by a muted lamp. The sleeves of his light blue dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, his hair standing up on top of his head from running his hands through it in frustration as he worked. Papers were scattered haphazardly across almost all surfaces in the spacious office, tables, desks, bookshelves, and unfortunately, the floor were all coated in various leaflets. He had run into a bit of a brick wall on the project he was completing for the university, and he'd vowed that he wouldn't rest until he'd found the error that had sent his experiment into a downwards spiral. He picked up one sheet and glanced over it before making a few notes on a pad of legal paper. He scratched his head and squinted as he attempted to make out the sloppy print of his fellow professor and aid to the project, Dr. Leonard Hofstader. It was nothing like his elegant cursive, something that his mother had forced upon him as a boy, and he'd never given up.

He whisked a manila folder from his messenger sack, and pulling the paperclip loose to gain access to the papers, he began scanning the contents. He reached into a brown paper bag in his tote on the floor and pulled out a shiny red apple. He cleaned gently with a napkin before biting into it, adn chewing heartily; he hadn't eaten since the previous night, both breakfast and lunch slipping his mind. Now with hunger being the primary focus of his thoughts, he decided to eat something so that he could turn his concentration onto the more important tasks at hand.

He picked up his pen again, and tapped it against his lips as he read over the equations he'd put together, searching for any hints of oversight or failure. He scribbled a few more things on his pad of paper.

A soft knock on the heavy wooden door startled the professor from his thoughts. He glanced up in shock, believing for a moment that he may be hallucinating from the lack of sleep but the the knocks came again, in a gentle sequence of four. Someone was actually there.

He cleared his throat, "Come in." he stated, remaining behind his desk, seeing no need to rise from behind his desk.

Someone stepped into his office, but Dr. Cooper didn't bother to glance up. He was too busy to be interrupted, and he was sure whoever was there would identify themselves soon enough.

"Good evening, Dr. Copper." A feminine voice called in a quiet tone.

He looked up from his work in surprise; he rarely receive visitors and when he did, it was typically Dr. Hofstafer or perhaps his Indian acquaintance, Dr. Koothrappali who aids the professor occasionally in his work. And never once were any of the visitor's female, except for Gloria, the janitor, who stopped by late into the evening to clean Dr. Cooper's room.

But on this particular night, one Ms. Penny Jackson, of his early morning physics class, graced the lonely office of Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper with her presence. He gulped, remembering his promise he'd made to himself to stay away from the woman.

"Ms. Jackson." He greeted in a neutral tone. "Did you have an urgent matter that immediately required my assistance?" He asked, looking her up and down quickly.

She appeared to be dressed in a long white lab coat that didn't leave much to one's imagination, as it was unbuttoned far enough down that Dr. Cooper could see the beautiful space between her ample breasts. Her lovely tanned legs were exposed, and her feet were clad in a pair of red stilettos. He couldn't help but stare, and when he reached her emerald green eyes, falling into them as her prisoner, he began to feel like a kid caught doing something he knows he shouldn't. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably and dropped his gaze, feeling his cheeks redden in embarrassment.

She marched over to his desk and planted herself on a non-paper infested edge, closer to Dr. Copper than he would have appreciated. He tried to think of ways to move away from her without being rude. He came up empty.

She shook her head and tutted. "What have we been over professor? My name's Penny." She looked him over and licked her red lips. She leaned in closer, and Dr. Cooper caught a whiff of her scent, a glorious aroma of vanilla and strawberries. Something complete and utterly Penny, and he knew that smell would haunt him for the remainder of his days.

"Penny, if you would please make your inquiry or request and depart, I would greatly appr-" He began but was cut off.

"You." She said, a seductive smile playing around the edges of her mouth. It was an wonderfully sexy look, and Dr. Cooper's body was beginning to take notice. She placed a hand on his exposed forearm, fingers tracing patterns up and down his flesh there. He trembled slightly.

His eyes went to where her hand connected with his arm before his blue gaze darted up to meet her green one. "Beg your pardon?" He asked, confusion outweighing the dislike to be touched.

She smirked and sighed. She removed her hand and walked closer to him. She paused for a moment, as if assessing him, before swinging herself onto his lap, her legs on either side of the chair. She placed her hands on his chest and fiddled with his black tie.

His blue eyes followed her hands, and finally looked at her, looking rather like a scared puppy. He squirmed underneath her, but causing a wonderful friction rather than aiding in an escape. His body was beginning to react, despite his protestations.

He cleared his throat, "Ms. Jackson, I'm not exactly sure what your endgame is here, but I'd certainly prefer it if you removed yourself from my lap. You are aware of my aversion to physical contact." He said, swallowing hard.

She laughed softly. "Professor, professor, professor. Endgame? Well you'll just have to wait and see." She said, a smirk still plastered across her features.

Her fingers trailed their way up his body, until they were on either sides of his face. She stroked the slight bit of hair there, and smiled to herself. She quickly lowered her mouth onto his and kissed him delicately.

His lips were rigid against hers and his eyes were widened in shock. But he couldn't move away or pull back, it was as if her lips were a magnetic force, attracting him .

To Penny, she didn't mind the resistance. His lips and mouth tasted like peppermint, with a bit of apple? And the stubble on his face scratched across her skin in a desirable fashion.

He didn't move away, and when her tongue skated across his lips, he reacted with a moan before he could stop himself.

Without breaking the kiss, she moved his hands to her hips, where they remained, frozen. He was unsure what to do with the situation, so he moved his hands up to her shoulders and tried to gently push her away. He succeeded, and when he looked into her eyes, he noticed the disappointment, but promptly ignored it.

"Ms. Jackson, how dare you come into my office, late at night, and harass me like this." He said, his tone cold and eyes burned icily.

All she could do was smile. "It isn't harassment if both parties enjoy it. I'm enjoying it, and judging by this..." She said, as she rolled her hips experimentally against his. The tightness in his trousers increased and she arched her eyebrows. "I'd say you were as well. Is that a marker in your pocket, Dr. Cooper? Or are you just happy to see me?" She said, before kissing him once more.

She nibbled along his bottom lip, her tongue poking it's way into his mouth. It was getting harder to push her away.

I don't like this. He told himself. I do not enjoy this. My body is betraying me. He chanted, over and over.

As if she could read his thoughts, she rocked her lower half back and forth a few times, attempting to prove her point. She reached for his hands once more, and placed them on either sides of her torso, up near her breasts. The cotton of her lab coat was the only thing holding back the smoldering heat of her body from the palms of his hands.

His fingers, as if moving on their own accord, skimmed the sides of her breasts. Penny made a noise of approval, and urged him to continue.

His consciousness took over once more and he moved away from her, picking up her nearly weightless form and placing her atop a pile of papers on his desk. He broke their connection and placed his hands behind his back. He took a step away from her, seeing as though he was positioned in between her spread legs.

"Ms. Jackson, we cannot engage any further. We've both already broken several rules. Several of my personal rules as well" He said, his voice husky with lust that had seeped in. He hated the way he sounded. "Please leave, Ms. Jackson." There wasn't much force behind that command.

Penny didn't look at all phased. "Dr. Cooper, if I may interject here, might I propose an experiment?" She inquired, raising an index finger in the air as if to make a point.

This intrigued him. "Might I ask on what?" He inquired.

"One of biological nature, exploring the natural method of pleasure between two human beings." She stated, as gingerly as she could. She'd rehearsed this part just in case the professor didn't like her direct approach.

He shifted from foot to foot. "Are you suggesting coitus, Ms. Jackson?"

"Coitus?" She said, a smile forming once more. Of course he'd go for the technical term.

He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Sex." He said, hating the slang word for the topic. "You're proposing we have sex."

She grinned. "Perhaps. Just for scientific research and purposes." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

The good doctor rolled his eyes, and began to turn down the offer, but Penny beat him too it. "Tell you what, Doc. If you do not like the experience at all, not one bit, I will drop out of your class and you will never have to see or hear from me again."

Although he'd never admit to it, he didn't quite like the notion of never seeing this woman again, or having her intellect disappear from his course. She had been the one thing keeping him sane while teaching that primarily unintelligent species of human beings, while simultaneously driving him to the point of insanity outside of class.

But he couldn't always resist the prospect of science. "Ms. Jackson, although I applaud you for attempting to conduct your own experiment, I can assure you, you would lose this wager." He said, arrogance coloring his voice. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her, condescendingly. "I can rise above all forms of human desire." He declared.

She giggled and gave a meaningful look to the bulge in his pants."I'm confident that I am correct in my hypothesis and predictions." She said, staring straight at him, eyes narrowed.

He sighed. "Proceed, Ms. Jackson." He found himself saying. What on earth am I doing?

She grinned triumphantly, and reached for his tie, yanking him forward onto her lips again. Sparks flew between their mouths and desire flooded their bodies. She pushed her tongue into his mouth once more, and he didn't protest as she skimmed her tongue against his. He fought with every fiber of his being not to cry out in response. Well if I'm going to properly complete this experience... He thought.

He moved his hands to her hips and he stepped between her outstretched limbs. She smiled against him, and snaked her legs behind his slim waist and pushed herself onto him. He caught her, thankfully, and managed to keep her from falling by interlocking his fingers on the underside of her bottom, as if he was carrying an infant or small child. He hoisted her up into a proper position, surprised by his own strength to bear the weight of the woman.

He shifted his hands to the backs of her knees, allowing his more primal urges take over. Penny, on the other hand, had undone his tie and thrown it behind her as they fell back into his chair. Her finger made quick work of his buttons, and the shirt was soon being moved over his shoulder and onto the floor.

"I'm getting a sense of Déjà Vu, Dr. Cooper. Where have I seen this before?" She asked, smiling impishly as she ran a fingernail down the center of his chest to his belly button.

He shivered in response to her touch and rolled his eyes. "You aren't humorous, Penny Jackson." He said, only half annoyed.

She took his hands and placed them on the buttons of her lab coat. "My turn, Dr. Cooper." She said, stare meeting his.

He got lost in her sparkling green eyes, and he moved his hands, as if in a hypnotic trance, down the front of her lab coat, undoing the white circles from the holes as he went. He made it half way down, going at a tortuously slow pace before Penny batted his hands away and finished the job herself. Now all that was left was a pair of red silk panties concealing the beautiful world of Penny from him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Penny...I" He began.

"It's alright, Dr. Cooper. Let me do this." She said, smiling gently.

She planted one last kiss onto his lips, before moving to get off of him.

His hands fell into his lap, and he watched as her fingers went to rid the last garment from her body.

Dr. Cooper shot up from beneath the covers, breathing heavily. Sweat pooled on his body, his gray t-shirt damp. The front of his pajama bottoms were soaked. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair.

He felt positively disgusting, the wetness in his pants a painful reminder of the explicit dream he'd just experienced. He wanted to scream, emotions boiling around inside of him so much so that he was beginning to feel nauseous. He sat on the edge of his bed, placing his head in his hands. For one of the first times in his life, Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper was unsure what to do going forward.

His body was shaking as he pushed himself up from the bed. His vision was blurry and he felt like the world was moving in a downwards tilt. He tripped and fell over the doorway, and sat on the hardwood, pondering what to do. He felt rather awful about himself at the current moment.

He couldn't simply continue to ignore this woman, then she'd appear in his dreams, doing erotic things that would make his Christian mother have a heart attack. But he couldn't pursue her either, it would be frowned upon not to mention probably breaking several school rules, resulting in the expulsion of Penny and the firing of himself.

But for now, he had to get rid of the damning evidence.

He headed straight to the bathroom, and grabbed a few towels. He placed them over the metal bar, and switched the knob on the wall to a chilly temperature.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, and pushed out of his wet pants and white briefs, placing them into the hamper near the door. He leaned heavily against the sink, as he attempted to rid his mind of the events of his dream. The coolness of the porcelain felt heavenly on his scorching skin. He glanced up and looked at the man the mirror showed him.

This man's face was white as a sheet, with beads of sweat forming around his hairline. His expression was pained and confused, his face haggard. The clock on the wall had read two-thirty in the morning, and with the lack of sleep the night before, Dr. Cooper was beginning to feel weary and sluggish.

The irises of his blue eyes were dilated fully, but his eyes seemed empty and hollow. There were small, purple like bruises underneath his navy eyes, reflecting the fact that he hadn't been sleeping well. And it's her fault. He said, not particularly mad at Ms. Jackson but himself, for falling under her spell.

His cheeks and chin were still covered in stubble, and rubbed at it slightly, remembering how Penny had placed her hands there before she'd kissed him passionately.

His fingers ghosted over his lips, a bitter smile beginning to form there.

He turned away, no longer being able to look himself in the reflective glass.

He moved over to the shower, and got himself beneath the freezing spray.

He'd fallen captive to the beautiful siren of a woman, with no hope to escape.

She might as well put the chains around his wrists and throw him in her basement.

Better than having to face her on a day to day basis.

As he let the droplets of water run over him, he realized for the first time in his life, he didn't have an immediate solution.

And he didn't really understand what to do.

X

Okay, so there's that!

I'm moving back into a daily update mode, so look for the next update tomorrow!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, it was so-so, in my opinion. Could have been better.

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Thanks :) Have a great Sunday!