Cold water dripped down Amy's hand as she breathed hard. She was hunched over, clutching an ice cube in her palm and laughing uncontrollably. Quickly she stood back up again and flung the frozen water across the kitchen, hitting Sheldon square in the stomach.
"Amy!" he shrieked.
The back of his shirt was already really wet because of what she'd done. They'd been doing this for around ten minutes, stuffing ice cubes down each others shirts. Sheldon had started it, pulling his little lady into a hug from behind and sliding one quickly down her back.
She pulled away in instant recoil, a determined smile on her face and a giggle that lit up the room.
Sheldon watched in awe at the speed she had as she lunge at him, nearly knocking him over. In her hands were several ice cubes, and he laughed nervously as he dodged her every attack, holding her hands above her head.
Nobody else was in the room, it was just them, for one of their many date nights that had gone a bit spontaneous over the past few weeks.
"Let me go!" she cried, gasping for air in between her chuckles. Sheldon shook his head, grinned, and easily had her pinned on the ground. She gently poked him with her foot, tickling him just enough so he pulled away a little.
Back on her feet Amy narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, lying on a heap on the floor. She bent over him, making sure to get really close, and gently but quickly pulled his pants down a bit, stuffing two ice cubes down them.
She watched as Sheldon yelped. Shudders took over his body in waves and he sprang up, wiggling and squirming until his pants were empty. The ice cubes landed to the floor with a clink.
His eyes met hers simultaneously. She narrowed hers, and he could have sworn he saw her blink before she stood up and showed her hands. Wet but empty.
Sheldon saw this as his chance. He stood completely as well and opened his arms to offer her a hug, but she remain across from him, unmoving. She was playfully glaring at him.
"What does a guy have to do to get a hug, hmm?" he asked, innocence lacing his voice almost perfectly. She shrugged but kept her distance.
"I know what you're trying to do."
Nodding, Sheldon dropped his arms and dared step near his woman, quietly raging in all her beauty but not truly meaning it. As he drew nearer, she grew still, and one he found himself close enough to touch her, he wrapped her in a hug, whispering in her ear.
"I'm sorry."
Amy seemingly accepted this apology, although reluctantly, and melted into his hug. His hands, suspiciously closed, traveled up and down her back slowly, rubbing intimately. When he pulled away, he looked her square in the eye, keeping a steady, yet slightly husky voice.
"It isn't fair."
She looked at him curiously then, raising an eye brow. "What isn't fair?" she asked, and was truly confused. He had a sort of shy smile on his face before he stepped even closer to her and moved her hair off her shoulder, exposing her pale skin on her neck.
"You got to see my butt…" he said, nearly inaudibly.
She scoffed. "Like, barely."
"Come on!" he whined. Any traces of sweetness were now gone from his voice, and the joking continued. "Just let me put this down your shirt because it's not fair!"
Amy squealed and pried herself from his strong grasp. "No!" and flung herself across the room, laughing loudly an nearly tripping. Sheldon stood where he was, pouting like the child he was.
"Please?" his question was met with a silent shake of the head. He almost laughed at her reluctance but desired not to be rude.
Instead he called her name. "Amy."
When she replied with what, he simply repeated "Amy."
Her voice got higher as she asked the same question, and Sheldon couldn't help but smile as her name rolled off his tongue yet again. He moved towards her then, slowly at first then quicker, until he found himself chasing her around the apartment with a melting ice cube in his palm.
And when she started to slow down and huff, he caught her from behind once more. She was breathing heavy, and with a swift motion put a cold hand up her shirt, but dropped the ice cube to the floor.
"You little shit." Amy mumbled, the curse word both stinging and bouncing off his ears.
He hugged her tightly as she tried to escape his grasp. Inhaling, he began kissing her neck gently, though she hadn't seized to stop moving in his arms.
In fact, she was struggling so much she tipped over and Sheldon let her tumble to the ground while he held his stomach with tears forming in the corners of his eyes at her misfortune. Amy glared at him from the floor but he was on her before she could say anything, and had her pinned down.
His face close to hers, he slowly leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to her lips, which move in sync with his for a moment before they both breathlessly broke apart.