Summary: Even though she has a boyfriend and friends now, Amy still feels quite alone. But she's learned that fantasy can be a nice distraction. Note: These are stories written by Amy during my other story Concession. While it's not necessary to read that story in order to enjoy this one, it may be fun to find out where she's coming from with this.

a/n: This starts at Chapter 6.5 because that is the point during which this writing takes place in the other story. The same goes for any subsequent chapters. The majority of reviewers seemed to think that Amy's fic should simply be included in Concession. However, a kind individual informed me in a PM that the smut in this little story probably shouldn't overshadow what I'm trying to accomplish with Concession. You know who you are. Thanks for the advice! And thanks to everyone else who chimed in with their opinions as well. Anyway, I hope this decision doesn't disappoint too many of you.

Disclaimer: TBBT is not mine.

Concession: Lonely Woman's Redoubt

Chapter 6.5

Trying to sleep that night had almost been impossible. The couch was comfortable enough, but she knew that her boyfriend was in her bedroom lying in her bed. That simple thought was enough to warm her entire body.

(Keep it together, Amy Farrah Fowler. You can do this. It's an innocent sleepover and you're both having a good time in your own ways,) Amy thought. (If you can make it through this weekend, the rest will be easier.)

Yet she was imagining sneaking into her bedroom and sliding underneath the covers with Sheldon. Perhaps he wouldn't wake and, if chance permitted, his hand would brush her thigh. She was getting tingles all over just thinking about it...

Why not make her fantasies reality? She gathered her courage and shuffled over to the bedroom door, nearly faltering until she heard him tossing and turning. Nervousness and anticipation trickled down her spine and she stood there in the now opened doorway, wondering whether he was asleep or not.

"Amy? What are you doing in here?" Sheldon asked.

Amy could barely make out the fact that he had sat upright in the bed. It was much too dark to see anything.

"I was having trouble sleeping. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have disturbed you," Amy replied. She turned on her heels and was about to leave when she was stopped by his voice.

"You know, I'm having some trouble sleeping as well," Sheldon said in a small voice. "This being your room and your bed, my olfactory system is being bombarded by your scent."

"I thought clean linens would be enough. Maybe I should have used disinfectant," Amy said to him with a frown. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the dim light shining in from her bedroom window and she could finally make out some of Sheldon's features. The first thing she noticed was that his eyes shot up at her after her statement.

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean that—" Sheldon began. His eyes lowered once again. "I mean that it just feels like you're in the same room with me. In the same bed."

"I'm having trouble interpreting your comment," Amy stated. "Especially since you don't like the idea of other people being in bed with you."

"Not until I was surrounded by your intoxicating aroma," Sheldon said.

"You'll have to speak plainly, Sheldon," Amy insisted.

But Sheldon decided not to speak. Instead, he pulled back the covers on one side of the bed. An invitation to join him, no doubt.

Amy walked over next to the bed, but simply stood beside it at first. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I've been thinking, 'what would it be like if the real Amy were here?' I just want to know what it feels like. Call it scientific curiosity," Sheldon finally explained.

Amy stilled for a moment. Wasn't this what she'd been waiting for these past few years? Why was she suddenly hesitant?

"Please, Amy. It's getting cold," Sheldon said.

Her hesitation went flying out the window and she immediately climbed into bed with him. Feeling him so close was just about enough to undo her right then and there, but then the unthinkable happened. Her boyfriend slipped an arm around her waist and cuddled closely to her.

She could feel Sheldon's breath on her cheek and it made her wonder if this was all he wanted to do. Just feel her next to him. Simply hold her in his arms while he slept. That is, until Sheldon's hand began to slowly move up and down her side.

His long fingers felt like magic at her waist. She knew she didn't have the appropriately named 'hourglass' figure that some girls had. Was he studying her shape?

Those same fingers fell like raindrops to her hip and simply rested there. "Amy, I have a confession to make."

Amy's breath caught in her throat before she was able to respond. "Yes?"

"Those nights when I find myself thinking of you... There's no amount of Kolinahr that can quell my desire," Sheldon admitted.

"R-really?"

"When I long for you, a part of me stiffens—" Sheldon began.

"Oh, my," Amy gasped.

"—and I have no choice but to touch myself. And I imagine it's your hand grasping me. And it all ends as quickly as it begins," Sheldon went on. "Don't you see, Amy? I'm afraid that when we do become intimate, I'll disappoint you."

"You said when we become intimate and not if we become intimate," Amy pointed out.

"Of course. Eventually it will happen," Sheldon assured her.

"Oh, Sheldon. If brevity is your concern, you don't have to worry about that. I probably won't last very long either. I'm already halfway there just from having you touch me of your own free will."

There was a long silence between them and they simply enjoyed each other's company and closeness for a moment.

"So, you don't mind just starting with a little touching?" Amy asked quietly. "I know you don't want to rush into anything you're uncomfortable with."

Sheldon sighed. "It must be okay. I'm touching you now."

"I mean, more involved touching."

He didn't answer, but the fingers on Amy's hip slowly spidered their way up her side again. She gasped when she felt their warmth touch the side of her breast even through her night gown. So, he was curious about her cleavage?

"You're already getting the hang of second base," Amy murmured.

Sheldon didn't comment at first. His fingers simply feathered across the roundness until they found her stiffening nipple. "Lately I've been wondering what they felt like."

Amy tried to distract herself by having a conversation with him. "I know they're not as perky as Penny's...," she said sadly.

"What does that matter? You're you," Sheldon told her. With that he gave her nipple a light squeeze.

Amy wasn't sure if that was even a response, but it did somehow get the point across. She hummed contentedly as her boyfriend's thumb flicked across the sensitive nub. Then it occurred to her that he was having all the fun. So, as not to startle him, she slowly moved her hand over to his chest. It wasn't as firm as she imaged the guys on the covers of those romance novels were, but it was her Sheldon and she loved it.

That must have been what he meant when he said "You're you." The warmth between her legs fully ignited and she squirmed a bit.

"Amy," Sheldon whispered, nearly sending her over the edge.

"Yes?"

"There's something I want to do. Something I've been meaning to do but lacked the courage," Sheldon went on, propping himself up on his elbow.

She waited for him to continue, but she imagined that he might be uncomfortable.

Then he surprised her with a quick peck on the lips. It had lasted for less than a second, but it would definitely live on in her heart and mind for the whole of eternity. It was the first kiss he'd ever given her.

"I've thought about it since the first drunken kiss you forced upon me," Sheldon murmured, still leaning above her.

Amy looked away and frowned.

"The second one was too startling to be a pleasant experience," Sheldon went on.

Amy narrowed her eyes and looked back at him. "I was sober."

"Yes, but you were all fired up from whatever it is that tiaras do to women's brains," Sheldon explained.

Amy wanted to say something else, but Sheldon planted another, slightly longer kiss upon her lips and her mind went blank.

As soon as Sheldon pulled away, Amy leaned up and pressed her lips against his again, hoping he would allow for longer contact.

To Amy's surprise, he not only allowed it, but pressed her back down onto the bed with the added pressure. His hand wandered down her side again and moved around to her bottom.

She gasped at the almost desperate grip he had on her buttock, so she turned onto her side to allow him easier access. Her lips parted against his and she couldn't seem to stop her tongue from brushing against his bottom lip.

A sound escaped Sheldon's throat and it set her whole body on fire with desire. She almost didn't notice that his tongue was now brushing against hers. She'd also missed the fact that the hand that was formerly on her buttock was now reaching down toward the bottom of her night gown.

"Your pajamas are too complicated," Sheldon told her. "You should invest in something a little more appropriate if we are to engage in these types of activities."

Amy moaned and tried to help him. "I like my pajamas," she said, eliciting another kiss from him.

"I used to, but I don't anymore." Sheldon didn't hesitate to deepen their kiss as he impatiently tugged at her night gown. The moment the clothing got past her waist, the physicist dipped his hand between her legs, carefully stroking her through her already moistened panties.

This coerced a loud moan from Amy and she gripped his shirt as if in fear that she would fall off the bed. Her hips moved in counter-rhythm to his fingers for only a moment before she gasped and was overcome by a tidal wave of ecstasy. "Oh, Sheldon." Her orgasm tore through her like no orgasm she'd ever had. Gerard couldn't please her as much as this man's fingers did. Even electrostimulation couldn't compare. She'd warned him that she wouldn't last very long.

And perhaps seeing and hearing Amy's pleasure awakened something inside of Sheldon. She'd never heard such a lusty, guttural sound from him and he was rubbing the hardness beneath his pajama pants dangerously close to her soaked panties.

She'd barely come down from her euphoria before she realized that Sheldon had finally pulled himself out of his pants and briefs and was pulling her panties down. Suddenly she felt self-conscious and nervous. "W-wait—"

"I would like to, but you have become an assault on my senses, resulting in the loss of control regarding my faculties," Sheldon told her. "I'm thinking with my penis." Once her panties were no longer an issue, he climbed between her thighs and simply rubbed himself against her slick entrance.

Heat and want quickly built up in her again as she listened to the low groan coming from her boyfriend's throat. He had changed angles and was now rubbing his length relentlessly between her labia majora, driving her mad. She moaned and lifted her hips, hoping he would do a different kind of driving.

"Please," she barely heard him croon.

Was he waiting for her permission? Oh, of course. She'd told him to wait. So, she nodded vigorously, running her hands up and down his back.

She remembered there being some pain and she'd made a sound that nearly caused Sheldon to put a halt to their union. But she'd reassured him that she was fine. And now all of that was a thing of the past. She was still experiencing a sting of pain, but it was nothing compared to the feel of her boyfriend finally making love to her.

Sheldon must have been pretty excited because before she knew it, he was pounding away at her insides like a jackhammer, his face buried in her neck. She could feel his labored breathing and hear his endless, inaudible, inarticulate yammering, impossible to understand, yet somehow it all turned her on even more.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tried to force him deeper inside her. The pain she'd felt earlier was long forgotten and her own hips ground mercilessly against him.

At some point he'd begun chanting, "Oh, Amy" over and over again until his body was seized by what could only be his climax. Feeling him finish inside her summoned that great white light of ecstasy she'd experienced when he first touched her down there, only more intense. Amy clung to him, arms around his back, legs around his hips, until her spasms subsided. Thankfully, she remained blissfully unaware of her own noisy display a moment ago.

"Oh, Amy," Sheldon sighed one final time, his face still planted in the crook of her neck. "We should have done this sooner."

...End Chapter 6.5...

a/n: To be honest, I almost left this whole thing out altogether, since writing steamier stuff isn't my specialty. This was my first attempt at writing something like this. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading and please review.

a/n: Also, Chapter 7 will soon be continued in Concession.