I needed to do this to start writing again. Just a simple little one shot. Maybe look for a heroes story soon.
Sheldon sighed, squinting at his laptop. His equations were starting not to make any sense. Frowning, he closed his computer. He was exhausted, but somehow, he couldn't sleep. He glanced at the clock.
It was one in the morning.
He grumbled as he walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge to look for milk to warm up.
That was when he noticed it was gone.
His frustration peaked as he hissed, "Penny." He took a deep breath and marched over to her apartment, loudly banging on the door.
He didn't have time to finish. The door swung open, reveling Penny, in her shorts and pink tank top, blinking at Sheldon.
He paused, "I thought you might have been- never mind." He glared at her. "You stole my milk. Milk thief." He brushed past her and into her apartment. He glanced around. The place was a mess. He rolled his eyes and quickly walked over to her fridge.
"Sweetie, it's one in the morning, shouldn't you be sleeping? The whole REM thing?" She frowned at him.
"I couldn't sleep." He growled. He then saw the flickering TV screen. "And if I'm correct, neither can you." She nodded.
"Yeah. I've tried everything." Sheldon glanced at her. "I was about to try sleeping again when you came in. So, get out." Her voice had become irritated now.
"Penny, Penny, Penny. How many times have I stated that you need to buy your own milk. One cannot march into our apartment when uninvited." He hissed marching right up to her face. She glared at him.
"I swear to god, Sheldon. It's not a huge deal. You can be such a child sometimes!" She shouted, poking him in the chest.
"And you're a milk thief!" He shouted back, their noses pressed up against each other. Penny's finger stayed on Sheldon, and slowly, her whole hand was on his chest. They were both breathing heavily, anger in their eyes. Suddenly, Penny's hand snapped up to his neck, and smashed her lips to his. It was an angry kiss, full of confusion and passion. Sheldon found himself kissing her back, the urgency in his kiss surprised him. His fist grabbed at her shirt, clenching it tightly. Penny pushed him back onto the couch, straddling him. She tugged at his hair. He honestly had no idea what he was doing, but he tried his best. She suddenly pushed off of him, her breath ragged. His was the same. She smirked.
"I always wanted to know what that would feel like." She licked her lips. "Now that's a alive cat." Sheldon briefly smiled, pulling her close again.
"You don't even know." He whispered in her ear.
The milk was forgotten on the counter.