Chapter 2: Closet talks
A/N: This is written in Amy's point of view after 9x03. I took the 'artistic freedom' of letting Penny have a walk-in closet. Thank you so much again Hazelra7 and ShAmy4eva for beta-reading and a huge thanks to all who have reviewed, I appreciate it so much!
Amy was sitting on the ground, hugging her knees, locked in Penny's closet. She still did not understand why she had agreed to this. It was just like her childhood all over again. Though at least Penny's closet had a light inside so she wouldn't be in the dark and afraid. She had already rearranged and ordered most of the closet contents, but it was still quite messy in here.
If only Sheldon were there, he would have helped her organize it in no time, they were a very efficient team. Unfortunately since their bathrobe encounter a few days ago, things had been even more awkward between them. Now that they were broken up he could touch her? Why had he fled just as it was getting really interesting? The more she thought about it, the more her initial confusion about this incident turned into anger. Her decision to drop her bathrobe had been done out of anger – again (it seemed to become a regular occurrence with her actions towards him lately). Yet this had been a HUGE step for them – at least she had thought so. After all, he had touched her of his own free will hadn't he? But since then he had finally given her time and space to think and had not contacted her. Now ironically it was she who wanted nothing more than to talk to him about what had happened.
She had felt it very clearly that he wanted her. She could vividly remember her own ragged breathing and how her skin had felt like it was about to be burned everywhere he had touched her. She had always suspected that he had a thing for her bottom, but it was really nice to have it confirmed with his hands caressing her so gently, taking his time on his favorite part and then moving up over her back – and it wasn't just his hands, oh no, at one point his groin had been pressed up against her, hard and ready for her, there was no mistake. Oh how it had set her loins on fire! It was all she could think about – this hadn't felt like he was doing her a favor, no he had definitely enjoyed it – well, until he had run away all of a sudden.
That night, following Sheldon's irritating reaction at the end, Amy had just wanted to curl up in bed and try to forget about it, but sleep had eluded her. She couldn't stop thinking about his hands on her and how he had nuzzled into her hair and inhaled her scent, that alone had sent goose bumps all over her again… but actually feeling his arousal, however short-lived the sensation had been… still sent sparks to her core, and knowing she was the one who had done that to him was exhilarating.
Eventually after tossing around for hours, she had sighed in defeat and reached for her nightstand to get her loyal companion to assist her. Gérard didn't have to work long that evening to finish what Sheldon had started. She had been surprised herself at how fast she had reached completion when he hadn't even touched any intimate parts yet. Yet… as if he would ever be ready for more… let's face it, she had just been rejected once more. So instead of daydreaming about him, she should finally start to reevaluate their situation, and where to do it better than in this closet now?
Amy hadn't really wanted to go from 'on a break' to 'broken-up', she had just been so mad at him! The worst part was that he was right – yes, she had heard him through the door after she had ordered him to remove that not-at-all-fun-with-flags stream, and yes, she did want him, all of him, all the time, committed to her and not just when it was convenient for him. Was it really too much to ask for? It was just so tiring always having to fight for his attention among the hundreds of other things that swirled through his mind – that beautiful mind that she had fallen for before all else. Could she keep that up, even if they might never end up on the same page, could she live with the fact that he may always be a flight risk?
As these thoughts ran through Amy's mind with no resolution in sight, Amy heard voices outside the closet door – it seemed that even being locked away she couldn't catch a break. It was probably Penny returning from the laundry room and ready to finally let her out, it had been two hours already! But then Amy thought she heard Sheldon shouting at Penny. She got up on her feet again.
"No one locks my woman away, now open up!" That was his voice obviously. Then she heard a muffled reply from Penny.
Then there was Sheldon again, sounding closer than before. "Yes, she is!"
She heard Penny's voice, but again could not hear what was said, why couldn't she speak up? It was really hard to follow their conversation this way, but at least Sheldon was loud enough.
"No, of course you don't understand, no one ever does!"
Penny must have said something else, and there he was again.
"Oh, and that darn dog chew toy better not still be in there or there will be hell to pay!" He called out, confusing Amy even further. Penny seemed to be closer, too, because she could hear her say something about Cinnamon which made no sense.
There was Sheldon again, very close this time, "I'm not that naïve; Leonard explained it to me, though I wish he hadn't! Now, chop, chop, unlock it already, I don't have all day!"
Suddenly, the door was opened and Sheldon stood there before her, looking at her with wild eyes – until he suddenly stumbled forward.
He tried to turn around and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing, take your big Nebraskan hands off me!" Then he lost his balance completely as the door was closed behind him and they heard the key being turned.
Amy instinctively caught him in her arms before they both fell to the ground, startled by the sudden impact, Sheldon on top of her while her back was pressed to the cupboard behind. Their faces only inches apart, Sheldon blinked as his eyes dropped to her lips. After a few seconds of neither of them moving, he tore his eyes away from her lips and towards her eyes.
Amy had been holding her breath and watching him curiously. Only as he leaned back did she realize that she still held him in a death grip and reluctantly loosened her arms around him.
"Are you alright?" He asked in a rough voice, helping her up.
Amy stretched and rolled her shoulder. "I'm fine, I just hit my shoulder on the cupboard, but it doesn't really hurt."
Then they heard Penny's voice from outside the door. "Sheldon's right, I don't really understand your relationship – I don't think I ever have – but I'm not sure you do right now either. So you two will have a good long talk or whatever and then I might let you out," she announced.
Sheldon seemed to be furious now as he triple knocked calling Penny's name on each instant in an even louder tone than before. "Penny… Penny… PENNY! Open up that door immediately, or you will get a strike! No, make that two, one from Amy as well!"
However her Bestie wasn't that easily intimidated. "Behave… No on a second thoughts, don't, or I will turn off the fuse and you will sit in the dark!" She threatened.
"Better than having to witness your chaos inside here!" Sheldon shouted back.
Amy grasped Sheldon's arm and said in a small voice, "Don't let her do that. My mother used to switch off the light from the outside… I don't like that," she confessed, then realized her tight grip on him again and released him. Sheldon had been on the verge of knocking again but lowered his hand at her words and just looked at her… curious? Pitiful? She couldn't really decipher it.
"Anyway, you haven't seen the state this was in before! I have already improved this by leaps and bounds!" Amy added, trying to lighten the mood a little.
"I'll be over at 4A," Penny announced. "I will be back later to see if you have worked things out!" This was followed by the sound of her retreating footsteps and the apartment door closing.
"Can't you open the door? You pick my lock all the time," Amy said hopefully. His video-game-skilled fingers must have some practical use after all.
"Yes Miss Smarty Pants, this is really simple, unlike unscrewing lug nuts, but I need tools for that and the key should not be inside the lock like it is here. Why did you agree to this anyway?" Sheldon asked as he peeked through the keyhole.
"I don't know, alright?" Amy said in an irritated tone. "My mother can be very persuasive, I guess," she added in a smaller voice. "Anyway, doesn't your roommate agreement have some clause about Leonard having to help you in such a situation?"
"Only if I was locked in here with a Zombie," he said, eyeing her up and down.
"Well, I do like brains… especially yours," Amy smiled at him the first time in days. She got the impression that his eyes lit up at her smile before he looked away quickly.
"Nah, he will see through it," Sheldon shook his head but returned her smile. "It would never work, unfortunately you're much too pretty for a Zombie," he mumbled.
Amy couldn't help but gawk at him. "Wow. Surprise visits, flowers, compliments… you're pulling out all the stops now, aren't you?"
"I'm trying… if you don't overwhelm me again," he said quietly, averting her curious gaze.
"Was that what your reaction was all about when you proved once again you are a flight risk?" Amy inquired.
She could see him gulp, but he did not respond. Instead, his interest seemed to be focused on the items on the shelves.
"While I do admire your sense of order and cleanliness concerning these shelves, the other cupboard is still in a state of increased entropy," he declared.
"I haven't gotten to that one yet," Amy said defensively, not willing to give up their previous topic, though. "Proposal: We reduce the entropy together, but in return you will not avoid my questions, but answer honestly and to the best of your knowledge and belief."
Sheldon looked reluctant for a moment, but then his aversion to disorder seemed to have won. "Agreed," he finally nodded. "I am always willing to share my extensive knowledge with you anyway. Oh, an interesting tidbit about entropy: It always increases. We can reduce it locally here, but only for the sake of increased disorder in the universe due to biochemical reactions, uhm… like our bodies generating heat in doing so…" he trailed off, suddenly aware of the double meaning and that he did indeed feel rather hot suddenly.
Amy winked at him. "Let's generate some heat then, shall we?"
They worked silently and efficiently together for a while, but eventually Amy couldn't hold in her tongue anymore. She had to ask about his reaction the other night. "Soo… did I deduce correctly that I do overwhelm you at times?" She asked tentatively.
He gazed towards her, then back to the cupboard at hand. "Yes."
"And is that a bad thing?" Amy asked calmly and could see him gulp.
"If I'm unprepared and startled by it… yes," he said, his eyes still fixed on the shelf in front of him.
"You mean like I had felt when I came out of my bath and saw you sitting on my couch?" Amy retorted.
"Uhm… I guess so. But I think we could both agree that dropping your robe may count as a major surprise," he argued as she caught him peeking at her body from the corner of his eyes.
Amy shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I guess I finally found out if I could elicit any reaction from you… oh, and just in case you have wondered, I did notice it," she winked at him.
"Of course you did," Sheldon sighed, and returned to looking at the cupboard and his sorting task at hand as if that required all of his attention again.
Amy turned towards him with her hands on her hips "Excuse me? The first time in five years I am getting a physical reaction about my appearance from my boyfriend, and I'm supposed to ignore it? Not gonna happen!" She was tired of always being accused of not keeping it in her pants especially as now there were clear indications this time, that it had been the other way round – admittedly with a little help on her part.
As soon as the words had left her mouth, she paled. She had said 'boyfriend'! Had he noticed? Now he turned fully towards her and was looking at her intently, biting his lip. She suddenly realized how small that closet was and how close they were standing to each other.
"I did have a reaction at prom," he finally said in a low voice.
Amy exhaled. Was he letting her Freudian slip go that easily? "I wasn't speaking about panic attacks," she said.
Sheldon was still looking at her with that intense gaze, and she was starting to feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny with both of them only inches apart and all that baby powder smell engulfing her.
"Me neither," he said calmly, his eyes not leaving hers.
Amy blinked. For a brief moment, she kind of expected him to say, 'you blinked, I win', but that wasn't what this was about. Was he actually saying what she thought he was? She definitely wanted to know more, but was afraid to ask.
Sheldon had now lowered his gaze and was staring at her lips, and she felt her heart rate increase and her knees getting weak. She reached out for his arm to steady herself, and he inched even closer to her and placed his hands on her hips.
He was so close now that she could feel his hot breath on her skin as he spoke again. "I'm still struggling with closure issues concerning our anniversary when you killed the mood… and furthermore, you now also owe me a date night kiss," he said, his voice dropped an octave.
Why did she need a break again? What was happening here? Amy tilted up her head for a better view of his face and opened her mouth to say something – what, she hadn't figured out yet – as he closed the rest of the gap between them and his mouth descended on hers and her eyes fluttered shut.
Amy literally swooned at their full body contact and was glad for the cupboard behind her as she brought up her other hand as well to hold onto his arms. All rational thoughts had vanished at the sensation of his soft lips moving on hers and starting to nibble on her bottom lip. She breathed in his talcum powder and mint-scented breath and finally returned his kiss eagerly as if she had been drowning and was now clinging to her life support.
Sheldon's hands drew small circles on her hips and moved beneath her cardigan towards her back, holding her close to him and sending shivers up her spine. At the same time she thought she had felt the tip of his tongue tentatively grazing her bottom lip. Then it vanished. Growing bolder, she chased it with her own. When their tongues met for the first time, it wasn't like anything she could have anticipated; she felt dizzy with waves of heat coursing through her veins.
Amy was surprised that he hadn't pulled away as she herself was overwhelmed by all these sensations. Instead she heard a low groan from him, and he grabbed her bottom to pull her against him even more firmly. She could smell, taste and feel him all around her and she never wanted this to stop. This was nothing like their date night kisses or even their anniversary kiss which now seemed extremely chaste in comparison.
With their tongues entangled, she let her hands wander along his arms, stroking his cheeks until they were sliding through his soft, short-cropped hair. She had always dreamt of messing it up and was now delighted that he seemed to enjoy her actions as he started to stroke and knead her posterior. Fueled by his actions, she pressed herself against him, wiggling and sliding along his body to relieve some tension, and as he then moaned into her mouth and bucked his hips against her, there was no doubt that he wanted her exactly like mommies and daddies do. Yes, she could feel him now, and it was sending sparks all the way to her core again.
This time he didn't run to the hills which would have been difficult to do in a closet anyway, but instead she suddenly felt herself lifted up and carried towards a smaller cupboard. She hooked her ankles around his back and hung on to his neck to prevent sliding down, breaking the kiss in surprise.
As her eyes slowly opened, he really was a sight to behold. With Amy sitting on the cupboard they had emptied earlier, they were now on eye level, and Sheldon was staring at her, looking like sex on a stick with his messed up hair, swollen lips and dilated pupils. He too was slightly panting, and with a "Mmh, Amy" he buried his nose into her neck and lightly sucked on her carotid artery while his dexterous fingers were eagerly working on unbuttoning her cardigan. Amy helped him and shrugged it off, then she took his face in her hands and they both leaned in for more kissing which seemed to be even more intriguing due to the different angle.
Amy didn't hold back this time and pried his mouth open with her tongue until they were twirling around each other again. She held her arms around his neck and still had her ankles hooked up behind him to hold him close while she flexed her pelvis against him, and he moaned softly as he met her thrusts.
Sheldon's hands were stroking her thighs now which were now exposed as a result of her skirt having ridden up, then he moved them up her back and slowly forward towards her breasts. He seemed to hesitate then, and Amy gathered all her will power with those Jedi mind tricks he was so fond of to urge him on to continue. Oh, she had to tell him that, it might turn him on even more – later, she thought as she got lost in the sensation of his hands finally moved on to where she desperately needed them now. As he touched her breasts at last, although on top of her shirt and only ever so slightly, Amy moaned into his mouth and arched her back towards him to increase the friction.
Suddenly the door opened, and Penny was standing there. "Hey guys, you've been in there for a whi… whoa, whoa, WHOA, what are you DOING there?" She ended up nearly screaming that last part in excitement.
"GET OUT!" Both of them shouted after having gathered enough air in their lungs again.
Penny stumbled back and closed the door in surprise. Amy and Sheldon looked at each other in resignation and finally disentangled themselves. Amy let her hands slide down from his neck down his arms slowly, unwilling to break the contact yet, as she put her feet back on the ground. It was only as she looked down at her chest and arched an eyebrow that Sheldon realized he still had his hands on her breasts, and with a nearly imperceptible final stroke of his thumbs he let them go.
A short while later Amy came out with Sheldon behind her. Sheldon's hair and shirts were disheveled, Amy's glasses were slightly askew, her hair messed up and her cardigan buttons didn't seem to fit in the right holes.
Penny just gawked at them while Sheldon cleared his throat, taking care to hide a certain part of him behind Amy, "Uhm… we just agreed that you did kind of, uhm, kill the mood, so… we'll be leaving now."
As Penny rediscovered her speech, she called after them, "Hey, I can't believe that neither of you tried the door handle! Haven't you noticed that I only turned the key to and fro but never locked it?"
They stopped and looked at each other in surprise, then Amy shrugged her shoulders. "I guess we had more important things on our minds…" She winked as she grabbed Sheldon's hand and hurried out with him.
Penny shook her head with a huge smile on her face. "I guess Amy also never tried to open the door… as if I would really lock her up! Some street smarts wouldn't hurt them from time to time," she mused. As she opened her closet, she smiled in appreciation. "Hm, Leonard was right about pushing Sheldon inside… seems like they haven't been busy with each other only, there's now enough space now for his stuff as well!"
A/N: The dog chew toy reference was Hazelra7's idea, thank you so much, lol! Go check out her story the Six Sheldons if you don't know it already, it really is a masterpiece!
