Amy awoke to an empty bed for the first time since she had unofficially moved in. She touched her palm to Sheldon's pillow. It was cool, as if he had woken up awhile ago. It was unlikely he had got up to use the restroom before his schedule allowed, but she couldn't rule it out. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head then stood and grabbed her robe from the hook on the back of the door.
"Get back to bed, little lady."
Amy stepped back into the room as Sheldon walked in carrying a tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, half a grapefruit, and a cup of tea. "What's all this?"
"You have to ask?"
She stood in the middle of the room, her brow furrowed. "You've never brought me breakfast in bed before. Is it a special occasion?"
He looked at her dumbfounded as she climbed back into bed then set the tray over her lap. "Hang on. I'll give you a hint." He left the room and shut the door behind him.
She looked from the tray to the door and back again. "Can I start eating? I wouldn't want it to get cold."
"Soon," he called from just outside the door. He took a few moments to compose himself then performed his signature triple knock. "Birthday girl! Birthday girl! Birthday girl!"
Amy frowned. It couldn't be her birthday already, could it?"
"May I come in?"
"Of... Of course."
He opened the door and peered in. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Is it really my birthday?"
"Of course it is. Why would I lie?"
"I don't doubt you; it was a rhetoric question. I just can't believe I didn't connect the date with what day it is. I've been too focused on waiting for a reply from 23andme."
"I know you were hoping for six weeks, but we're just heading into the seventh week. Now eat up. I wouldn't want my efforts to go to waste." He crawled into bed next to her.
"Aren't you going to eat?" She asked between bites.
He shook his head. "I already ate. I wasn't too keen on balancing a tray in my lap."
As soon as she sipped the last drop of tea, Sheldon stood to remove the tray. "Don't move." He returned a minute later, joining her in bed again.
"Thank you, Sheldon. That was so sweet of you." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"This is only the beginning. I have the whole day planned out." He consulted his watch. "Speaking of which, we better get a move on."
She pushed the covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Did you already take a shower?"
"I thought we could take one together."
He plucked their robes off the hooks and carried them to the bathroom with Amy on his heels. After hanging them up, he turned and slowly slipped her nightgown over her head, revealing her naked body, then folded it neatly and set it on the counter. He quickly undid his pajama shirt buttons and pulled off his pajama bottoms, placing them on top of her nightwear.
Sheldon turned on the water. He stepped into the shower and held his hand out to his fiancée and guided her under the sprayer. After she wrung out the extra water from her hair, he massaged a dollop of Darth Vader shampoo into her scalp. She threw her head back and rinsed the product from her chocolate locks. He repeated his actions with the conditioner. While they waited for it to set, he lathered her from head to toe, his hands lingering on her breasts and behind longer than any other parts of her.
She rinsed the soapy concoction then snatched the washcloth from his fingers and ran it down his chest, her hand dipping lower and lower until it reached her target. He caught her wrist.
"What's wrong?"
"You need something to look forward to tonight, and we don't have enough time. Like I said, I have the whole day planned out."
Her face fell, but she continued washing him quickly. He turned off the water and stepped out, offering his hand to her then immediately began toweling her off. When she was wrapped in the fluffy towel, he quickly dried himself. They stood side by side brushing their teeth then donned their robes and proceeded to the bedroom to get dressed.
"Should I wear anything in particular?"
"Anything you wish, but I do really like you in green. It brings out your eyes."
"Green it is."
Sheldon ushered Amy into the hall as he locked up. The sound of a doorknob turning caused them to turn towards 4B.
"Happy birthday, Ames! Where are you two off to?"
"Thanks, Penny. Sheldon is whisking me away to... Actually I'm not sure where we're going."
"It's a surprise," he said, coming over to stand next to her.
"We should all get together tonight and celebrate."
"Maybe tomorrow. Amy and I will be busy the whole day. We really need to go."
Amy waved to her bestie over her shoulder as Sheldon herded her down the stairs. When they were buckled in her car, she turned to him. "So, where to?"
"I can't tell you; it will ruin the surprise."
"I'm driving. I need to know."
"Hmm... That's a bit of a sticky wicket. I can't blindfold you. How about I give you turn-by-turn directions?"
"That's what you did when you showed me your storage unit, and I missed the turnoff."
He placed his chin in his hand and furrowed his brow. "How about if I tell you the general location?"
"That could work."
"Excellent. We'll need to find parking near LACMA."
"Are we going to the tar pits?"
"No questions about our final destination." He eyed the digital dash clock. "We really need to go. There's no telling what traffic will be like."
She pulled out and headed towards CA-110. They chatted about the upcoming Christmas holiday. The plan was to visit her mother on the 22nd after work, and then they were leaving for Texas on the 23rd. Amy was both excited and nervous. She couldn't wait to see Mary again and was anxious to finally meet Missy and Junior, but she was apprehensive about seeing Meemaw again. Sheldon reassured her that Meemaw had just been protecting him from further heartbreak and now that they were engaged, she had relaxed.
Forty-five minutes later, Amy pulled into a spot three blocks away from the museum. Sheldon came around to her side of the door. He produced a bandana from his messenger bag and held it up to her eyes.
"You're not actually going to blindfold me, are you?"
"Don't worry. I'll hang onto you so you don't trip or end up in traffic." He tied the piece of cloth over her head and waved his hand in front of her eyes. "Can you see anything?"
"Not a thing."
He grabbed her hand and led her down the sidewalk. Amy extended her free hand for balance.
"Careful, there's an uneven section coming up. Lift your foot a little higher. There you go." He continued giving her instructions when they reached intersections or encountered obstacles along the way.
"Okay, I'm going to remove the blindfold now." He made a production out of slowly untying the fabric. Amy blinked in the bright sunlight and took in her surroundings.
Sheldon spun her around to face their first stop - the Craft and Folk Art Museum on Wilshire. "I reserved seats for us to take a pottery class."
"Sheldon, this is wonderful! I've always wanted to try creating wth clay. We can be like Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore in Ghost."
"Amy, we'll be in public."
"We were in public when I had that blindfold on. That didn't seem to phase you."
"That was different. That Ghost scene was pretty sexual."
"The blindfold could be construed as sexual to some."
She watched the myriad of expressions cross his face, finally ending with his widened eyes and a reddened complexion as realization set in. "Oh, dear Lord!"
She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I'm sure no one thought that. The only touching we did was hold hands."
They checked in and were ushered to the classroom where they were introduced to two other couples, a group of three women, and the instructor, Loiusa. They took their seats in front of a pottery wheel and a lump of clay. Louisa gave them all some background on the art then demonstrated before the class tried their hands at it.
"She made it look so easy," Amy remarked.
"Let me try." Sheldon gently nudged her to the side and placed his hands over the warm clay. Within seconds it folded in on itself. "Drat!"
He attempted several more times, with no better results. Louisa made her rounds, offering tips to each group. Amy had taken over again when she reached their station. "Make sure you place your hands firmly against the spinning clay and form it into a conical shape. Good. Now keep one hand on the side to keep it stable and push it down with the other."
Amy strived to follow the instructions, but she struggled to keep her hands in the correct positions. Glancing around, she noted the other groups weren't faring any better. They eventually came to the conclusion that they wouldn't be leaving with anything recognizable.
Sheldon entwined his fingers with hers as they exited the building. "I'm sorry that was a bust."
"We didn't create a masterpiece, but it was still fun."
"You don't have to try to make me feel better. I tried to give you the best birthday ever, but I failed."
"No, I'm serious. I always heard pottery requires a lot of practice. I enjoyed trying something new."
They crossed the street and headed towards Urban Light.
"Did you know that the assembly consists of 202 restored street lamps from the 1920s and 1930s? And did you know that there are 17 different styles that range from 20 to 30 feet tall?"
She smiled. "I didn't. You are a fountain of knowledge."
"I know."
They took turns posing with the various streetlamps while the other snapped pictures with her phone. A kind stranger offered to take one of the two of them. Sheldon leaned up against a pole with Amy standing in front. He circled his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her head as she leaned back into him.
"We should return some day after dark to see them lit up." Amy said, as they walked to the tar pits.
They followed up with a late lunch of tortellini at Café Verona.
"What's next on the agenda?" She asked as they polished off a slice of tiramisu.
"There's a Shakespeare in the Park production of The Taming of the Shrew playing at Wilshire Green Park at 6 o'clock."
"You despise Shakespeare."
"Today isn't about what I like; today is all about you. Speaking of which, I have something for you." He removed a small blue velvet box from his jacket pocket and flipped open the lid.
"Sheldon, it's perfect!" She beamed as she fingered the silver double helix charm on a delicate chain.
"I don't believe in good luck charms, but I thought this was fitting, given the circumstances with trying to locate your father. Plus, it appeals to the scientist in both of us."
"I love it! Put it on me, put it on me, put it on me!"
She held her hair away from her neck while he stood behind her and attempted to open the clasp. The chain slipped from his fingers and slid down the front of her shirt. She reached in and began digging for it.
He gave her an incredulous look. "Amy! We're in public!" He murmured, quickly stepping in front of her to shield her from onlookers.
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"Thank you for the wonderful birthday. This almost tops last year," Amy gushed as they reached the apartment.
"The night is still young. Are you hungry?"
She patted her stomach. "I'm still full from lunch. I think the tiramisu did me in."
"Not so full that you can't move, I hope."
She shook her head no.
"Good. Come here." He held out his arms, and she welcomed his embrace. They stood unmoving in the middle of the livingroom for several minutes, content just to be together. She raised her face to his, and he bent down to capture her lips with his. When her tongue probed his lips, he willingly granted her access. As the kiss deepened, she grabbed him tighter for support. Without breaking contact he walked them backwards towards the bedroom.
When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, he reluctantly broke the kiss. They removed their shoes then sat atop the comforter against the headrest. To Amy's surprise, he pulled out his phone. Soon the first notes of 'Unchained Melody' filled the room. He set the phone on the nightstand then proceeded to lift her vest and blouse over her head. He lifted his arms as she pulled his shirts over his head and tossed them on the floor. Soon her skirt and his pants joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
Amy climbed into her fiancé's lap and brushed her lips sensually against his. She could feel him harden as their liplock became more fervent. He threaded his fingers in her long locks while she slowly rocked against him. He placed his hands on her hips and quickened the pace.
"Oh God. Sheldon you feel so good," she moaned.
He slowed the pace then with her still straddling him, he wriggled down until he lay flat on his back. His hands expertly unhooked her bra and flung it across the room. She leaned forward so he could suckle on her hardened nipples.
"I need you," she moaned.
He hooked his thumbs in her soaked underwear and pulled them down as far as he could reach. She kicked them off her ankles then sat up and slid his down his legs. She threw them to the side then resumed her earlier position.
"How does this work with you on top?"
"We'll find out together." She unclasped her necklace, setting it on the nightstand, then lifted herself up slightly and got into position. With her hand in between them, she grasped him gently and guided him into her inch by inch. When he was completely buried inside her, she began rocking slowly, enjoying the control she had over the speed. His hands grasped her hips and attempted to quicken the pace.
"Not yet," she murmured. Her tongue flicked out and ran a trail from his jawline to his neck. He shivered from the sensation.
"It's your birthday. I should be pleasuring you."
"I'm enjoying giving you pleasure," she admitted, lowering her lips to his earlobe.
When she felt she had teased him enough, she accelerated the grinding motion of her hips.
"I love you, Amy Farrah Fowler!" He cried out before he stiffened.
She called out name as the pulsing and warm sensation within her brought her to climax. She fell against him spent, their heavy breathing drowning out the song that had continuously played on a loop, though they hadn't noticed. When she regained her energy, she lifted herself up on her elbows and gazed into his eyes. The blue irises we're all but gone, his pupils dilated. She brushed his damp hair from his forehead while he reached up and did the same.
"How did your birthday this year compare with last year?"
"I don't want to choose. I love them both." She leaned down and kissed him gently. "I love you, Sheldon Cooper."
"I love you too."
