“Yes, that’s obvious,” Sheldon said, finally glancing up as he closed his laptop. “Yes, Sheldon,” she breathed, closing the door behind her, “I’m a freeloader.” Her good mood was broken. “Still not paying for air-conditioning?” Sheldon asked absently from his spot on the sofa, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

The moment Penny opened the door to apartment 4A, she was hit with a gust of cool air, and she stood in the doorway, grinning like an idiot. Sheldon’s talk of her being a freeloader be damned! Plus, there was Leonard and Sheldon’s apartment next door. She also had the nicely air-conditioned Cheesecake Factory. She had lots of water and tank tops and short shorts. Sure, she could dip into her shoe fund, but that was crazy talk. Unfortunately, she would have to suffer through the sweltering heat. Penny wished that she could afford air-conditioning (and if wishes were horses, beggars would ride). In California, though, the heat seemed to be its own entity, combining with the smog to pin her down like a UFC champion. She remembered lying on top of the covers on her bed, with two fans trained on her. Penny had ever experienced it once back in Nebraska. It was one of those rare Indian summers that only came once every decade. (Written for the Paradox Kink Meme Challenge - I had to post here 'cause it was too long) Prompt: Sheldon in white jeans Penny with a hose.

Ratings/Warnings: R (I had Pour Some Sugar On Me on repeat while writing this)

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