Whimsically Inventive

Unlike the shadow unseen in darkness, the image of you intensifies every time I close my eyes. Sleep did not come to me at night if I was not able to a lot time thinking of you. I can only find peace whenever I see your smiling face.

I caught a glimpse of your hand as it reached out to wipe away the tears falling from my eyes. Like the heavy downfall of rain outside, the tears did not stop pouring down, meeting the warmth of your gentle touch. The feel of your soft skin against mine was sweet torture; there was a constant battle between pain and pleasure. Your fingertips are like needles prickling my tender skin, resulting to the tiniest of wounds, unnoticed for only I can feel their painless tingle, leaving an imprint of you that only I can adhere to.

Slowly, I looked up, green eyes seeking the cerulean blue ones, meeting your unblinking stare that brought butterflies to my stomach. I never get tired of staring back into your eyes, meeting each gaze with such intensity that melts all my fears away.

I always dreamt for this moment to be magical, but never had I thought that it would be this perfect. You treated me like a fragile piece of heirloom that would easily break when neglected for even just a split second. All my worries were starting to drift away; I let myself subsequently surrender to your willpower. Then the pain I felt gradually subsided, replaced by maddening pleasure that came with each powerful thrust.

I felt a rush of ecstasy build up inside of me; there was something inside trying to break free, a feeling that was caused by our lovely dalliance. It was something one cannot control, and then all of a sudden it broke free; I trembled then collapsed as release came to me, waves and waves of pleasure came flooding in, drowning my senses away. But right then and there one thing was made clear, a sudden understanding found its way inside my mind; Sheldon was all that mattered and that I love him with all that I am.

I closed my eyes; everything was too good to be true. One thing led to another, and now we lie here with each other; flesh to flesh, hands intertwined, neither one of us wanting to let go. I have never felt more contented in my entire existence.

But then again I was wrong as you gently pulled me closer to you, crushing me what could have been the tightest hug I have ever received. You stroked the sweat covered pale shoulders of mine, and I felt your hot breath against my ear.

"I love you, Amy Farrah Fowler," you whispered. I smiled and turned to plant a kiss on your thin beckoning lips.

"And I you, Dr. Cooper. Always."

Author's Note: Forgive me but this is the first time I have written something like this. I don't know if I used the correct words to describe what it was that they were doing. Would love to know how you felt about this. Did I use the correct rating? I'm really not sure. Please review btw! :)