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Affairs of The Heart.
Chapter 1.
Kneeling down in front of the couch. Amy slipped off her last item of clothing, her panties, then leaned forward over the edge of the couch, her naked breasts resting on the cold leather of Sheldon's spot.
Kneeling behind her, Sheldon used his right hand to stroke her wet mound, then he slid himself into her and, taking hold of her hips, he began to stroke deep into her.
As he drove into her, Amy's phone rang. Reaching across, she took the phone from the arm of the couch. Glancing at the display, she said "Carry on Sheldon. I just need to take this".
Answering, she listened for a moment, then replied "I'm a bit busy Penny. I'm having sex with Sheldon".
As she hung up, the phone rang again, but this time she couldn't make the phone work.
With a jerk, she awoke to the sound of the alarm clock. Knocking it off, Amy stretched, slid out of bed, padded into the living room and fired up her laptop.
Five minutes later, the Skype buzzer sounded, and her mother's face appeared.
"Morning Mother" she said, fighting to stifle a yawn, "how's London?"
"Wonderful" her mother replied. "I've been to Buckingham Palace, Horseguards Parade and the Houses of Parliament. Best holiday I've had in years".
"That's great" Amy replied, "Paris next, isn't it?"
"Yes" her mother replied, "we leave for the airport at 8am".
"OK" Amy said, "I'll speak to you tonight. Bye".
Closing the laptop, Amy went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Stripping off her nightgown, she stepped into the shower.
Taking the shower head from the wall bracket, she turned it to the power shower setting then, turning it upside down, she held it between her legs, letting the needle like spray play against her, as she twitched to the exquisite tingling delight.
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Entering her lab and hanging up her coat and shoulder bag, Amy said "Good morning Michelle".
Michelle nodded, "Good morning Doctor Fowler".
Having taken her seat at the microscope, Amy had just begun to examine the first slide, when her office phone rang.
Without moving her head from the microscope eyepiece, Amy lifted the receiver and said "Amy Farrah Fowler".
Listening for a moment, she replaced the receiver and, turning from the microscope, her breathing rapid, asked Michelle, "Would you please call Doctor Cooper to my office, straight away?"
Sheldon hated being interrupted, least of all by an internal phone call, and he was tempted to ignore it.
Finally, when it wouldn't stop ringing, he picked it up and barked "Doctor Cooper".
Michelle replied "I'm sorry to trouble you Doctor Cooper, but could you please come to Doctor Fowler's office straight away. Dr. Fowler is asking for you. She says it's urgent".
It seemed odd that Amy hadn't called him herself. There was clearly something very wrong.
Rushing into Amy's office, Sheldon was brought up short, at the sight of Amy, sitting in a chair, staring into the distance, shaking, as though about to burst into tears.
Sinking to his knees in front of her, he asked "Amy, what's happened? What's wrong?"
Sniffing back a tear, Amy replied, "It's my mother. She's had a heart attack".
Snatching up the phone, Sheldon dialed a number. As soon as it answered, he said "Leonard, get your car round the front of the building. I need you to take Amy and me to the airport, straight away".
Amy shook herself. "Sheldon" she began, "you don't need Leonard. You can drive me to the airport".
"I know" he replied, "but I don't want to leave the car at the airport".
Confused, Amy asked "Why would you need to leave it at the airport?"
"Because" he replied, "I'm coming with you".
"Sheldon, it's London" she cautioned.
"I don't care if it's Australia" he replied, "I'm coming with you".
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Pulling up in front of the airport entrance, Leonard stopped just long enough for Amy and Sheldon to get out, then calling "Take care, Call me if you need anything", he drove away.
Entering the airport, Sheldon approached one of the desks. "Excuse me" he began, "I believe you have two tickets for London Heathrow, in the name of Doctor Sheldon Cooper".
"Oh yes" the lady at the desk replied, handing him a folder. "American Airways flight 261. Boarding in about one hour, at gate six".
As Sheldon ordered teas in the airport café, Amy asked "How did you manage to get tickets so fast?"
With a wink, he replied "You're not the only one with friends in high places".
As they drank their teas, Amy asked "Sheldon, are you sure about this?"
"Amy" he replied, "I'm not having you deal with this alone. I'm going with you. That's an end to it".
Amy was seeing a whole new, masterful side to Sheldon, and she quite liked it.
"Thank you" she said, leaning across to kiss him gently on the cheek. "I appreciate it".
Pausing for a moment, she went on, "What about somewhere to stay?"
"Already taken care of" he replied. "We have a room booked at a hotel, five minutes from the hospital".
"A room?" she asked, "as in singular?"
"Yes" he replied, "one room, with two double beds. Under the circumstances, I don't think you should sleep alone".
"Sheldon" she said, with genuine pride, "I can't believe you've organized all this so quickly".
"For you" he replied, "nothing is too much trouble".
As they sipped their teas, the tannoy announced the first boarding call for American Airways flight 261, and they made their way to the booking in desk. The desk clerk gave them an odd look, when they announced they had no luggage, but allowed them to board anyway.
Taking their seats on the airliner, Amy glanced at Sheldon, who wasn't looking too comfortable.
"I forgot" she said quietly, "you're not keen on flying".
"I'll be fine" he replied, taking a firm grip on Amy's hand.
Squeezing his hand, she took a relaxing breath. "Thank you Sheldon. I don't know what I'd have done without you. How about a game of counterfactuals, to pass the time?"
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As they cleared customs, and emerged from the airport building, Sheldon flagged down a black cab and, having given the driver the name of the hospital, he held the door open for Amy.
Arriving at the hospital, Sheldon settled the cab fare, then ushered Amy into the hospital, and to the reception desk.
"Excuse me" he said, rather more forcefully than he intended, "We're looking for Mrs. Barbara Fowler. She's was admitted this morning, with a suspected heart attack".
Checking the computer, the receptionist asked "Are you her next of kin?"
"That would be me" Amy replied, "I'm her daughter, Amy Farrah Fowler".
Checking her screen again, the receptionist replied "She's in ICU. Third floor".
Seeing Amy's puzzled look, she explained "Intensive Care Unit".
Arriving at the ward reception desk, Amy identified herself again, and was shown into the ICU room, where her mother was.
Entering, Amy was stunned. Her mother was lying in a bed, asleep, with a monitor bleeping away, pulse and blood pressure clips on her fingers, and two drips in her arm.
Gasping "Oh my God", Amy turned to Sheldon, a look of fear in her eyes.
Ignoring the nurse in the room, Sheldon took Amy into his arms, pulling her close, as he whispered in her ear, "It's going to be OK".
Amy wanted to believe him, but looking at her mother, hooked up to monitors and drips, she was far from convinced.
As Amy began to sob, Sheldon guided her over to a chair and sat her down, kneeling in front of her.
Leaning her full weight on him, Amy cried onto his shoulder, drenching his shirt, as Sheldon reassured "Amy, it's going to be OK".
They stayed like that for several minutes, until a doctor came in.
"Mrs. Fowler is stable" he reassured, "we'll be conducting more tests in the morning".
Pausing, he went on, "Might I suggest you get some rest? You look like you've had a long day".
Leaving the Hotel and room numbers with the receptionist, Amy and Sheldon made their way to the hotel, and booked in.
Entering the room, Sheldon was relieved to note that the room, did indeed contain two double beds.
Noticing a large decorative carrier bag with handles, on one of the beds, Amy gave Sheldon a questioning look.
"Oh that" he said, "pajamas. The hotel organized them for me".
Opening the bag, Amy took out the contents, two pairs of pajamas, one pair blue and one pair yellow.
Holding them up, she asked "Which ones do you want?"
Flashing a quick grin, Sheldon replied "I'll take the blue ones. Blue for a boy".
Taking the yellow pair, Amy headed for the bathroom, and switched on the shower.
As she showered, she called "Sheldon. Come in here a minute would you?"
Gingerly looking round the door, he satisfied himself she wasn't visible, before stepping into the bathroom.
"Sheldon" she called, from behind the shower door, "I can't thank you enough, for sorting everything".
"Think nothing of it" he replied, "you're my girlfriend, and you needed help, so I helped. You would have done the same for me".
Turning off the shower, Amy put on a bathrobe and stepped out of the shower.
"Sheldon" she said, blushing slightly, as her voice distracted him from his less than discrete examination of her figure, "I need to get dried and dressed".
"Sorry" he replied, blushing, as he backed out of the bathroom.
Coming out of the bathroom, dressed in his pajamas, Sheldon slid into his bed.
Looking across, he said "Goodnight Amy".
"Goodnight Sheldon" she replied, then turning the light off, she turned over to go to sleep.
About an hour later, having not been able to get to sleep, Amy slipped from her bed, padded across the room, and slipped into Sheldon's bed.
Snuggling up to him, in a trembling voice, she whispered in his ear, "Sheldon, please hold me".
Turning to face her, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her warm, soft body pressing against him.
Feeling his comforting warmth and strong arms, Amy inhaled the scent of his talc, cuddled tighter to him, and drifted gently off to sleep.
As Amy drifted off to sleep, Sheldon took a deep breath, inhaling the comforting scent of cherry shampoo, and slipped off to join her in sleep.