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Weekend Retreat.

Chapter 2.

Sheldon fought to stay asleep, but something was dragging him back to consciousness.

Blinking his eyes open, he found he couldn't see anything, beyond a dark mass, with the odd flash of light.

Inhaling, he smelt cherries, and felt a gentle warmth against his chest, a similar, but far softer warmth, on the palm of his right hand.

Snuggling against her back, he pressed his face deeper into Amy's hair, kissing her neck and inhaling the sweet scent of cherries.

Squeezing gently, he felt the yielding softness of Amy's breast in his palm, a thrill running through him, as she pushed herself back against him, a low, deep moan rising from her throat, a moan so deep he felt it through his body, as much as he heard it.

Feeling bold, he brushed his index finger across Amy's nipple, and she moaned again. Once more, he brushed her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch, and, once again, she moaned, then she opened her eyes, rolling onto her back, blinking the sleep from them, asking "what time is it?"

"Five thirty" he replied, his hand still inside her pajama top.

Gently, he drew the jacket open, exposing her to his sight, to take his first proper look at her, a single gasp coming from him, then he breathed "wow".

"Amy" he asked, his voice little more than a whisper, "may I?"

Without a seconds hesitation, Amy replied "Yes".

Sheldon gave her a puzzled look. "You don't even know what I was going to ask?"

"It doesn't matter" she assured him, "the answer is always going to be yes".

Leaning his head over her, he placed a delicate kiss on her left nipple, Amy inhaling sharply at his touch, then he sucked it between his lips, holding it there for a second, before releasing it and lifting his head.

Amy's breath hitched in her throat, then she exhaled sharply, "oh God Sheldon, that was mind blowing".

Pausing, she asked coyly, "don't I get one on the other side too?"

With a grin, he leaned over again, kissed the right nipple, then sucked it between his lips, holding it for second, before brushing the tip of his tongue across it, then releasing it, pausing to breath gently on it, the heat of his breath causing her to inhale.

Raising his head, he licked his lips, then murmured "you taste divine".

Slipping the pajama jacket from her shoulders, she tossed it onto the chair next to the bed, then lay her head back down onto his chest, her naked breasts pressing against his side.

She lay there for a moment, feeling the fabric of Sheldon's pajama against her bare flesh.

"Don't you think" she asked, "you would be more comfortable without the jacket?"

"Just what I was thinking" he replied, with a smile.

Sitting up, Amy slowly undid the buttons on his pajamas jacket, then Sheldon sat up, and she slipped it from his shoulders, to throw it onto the chair, on top of hers.

Cuddling together, their bare flesh against one another, they lay in each others arms, drifting in and out of sleep, until they were roused by the six o'clock alarm.

Getting out of bed, Amy picked up the pajama jackets and announced "I don't think we'll be needing these again, do you?"

With a smile, Sheldon replied "I doubt it".

Stepping out of her pajama bottoms, Amy climbed into the shower, turning to soak her whole body, then, squeezing shampoo into her hands, she stroked it into her hair, massaging it in. Leaning backward, she ducked her head under the water, to rinse the shampoo.

Taking the sponge, she soaked it in hot water, squeezed shower gel onto it, then swept it across her breasts, along her arms, and down her body and her legs, before stepping under the water, to rinse.

As she rinsed, there was a knock at the door, and Sheldon called "is it OK if I come in?"

"Of course" she called back, "come in".

Turning the water off, Amy reached through the shower curtain, asking "could you pass me a towel please".

Taking the towel from Sheldon, she wrapped it around her waist, then stepped from the shower.

"There's no need to knock" she assured him.

"I thought you might be naked" he murmured, looking at his feet.

"Would that really matter?" she asked.

Sheldon pondered the question for a moment, "I guess not, but I'd suggest you kept that towel on right now, or we'll be late for work".

Striding past him, toward the door, Amy gave a gentle backhanded slap to his bottom, and, looking over her shoulder, gave him a seductive wink.

Wandering into the living room, fastening his shirt as he walked, Sheldon smelt chamomile tea and oatmeal.

Approaching Amy, who was sitting at the breakfast counter, eating, he wrapped his arms around, squeezing her gently from behind, and whispered "I love you" into her ear.

"I love you too" she replied, turning in his embrace, to place a brief kiss on his lips, tasting the peppermint toothpaste, "but we've got to go to work".

Parking at Caltech, Amy leaned across and planted a brief kiss on Sheldon's lips, then turned to open the door, but Sheldon put his hand on her shoulder and turned her back to him.

"I miss you already" he said, a sad look on his face, "come to my office at lunch".

"I will" she said, "see you at lunch".

With that, Amy was out of the car, heading to her lab.

-o-o-o-o-

The next three days dragged by, each day feeling like a week, the only respite being the 45 minutes or so of lunch time each day, which they spent together in Sheldon's office, but even that wasn't ideal, due to people passing in the corridor, making them feel uncomfortable, meaning they were limited to kissing and cuddling.

At 3-30pm on Thursday, Amy popped her head in the door, "Sorry Sheldon" she announced, "slight change of plans for tonight".

Sheldon's face dropped. "You're canceling date night?"

"No" Amy assured him, "it'll just be a little delayed. I've been called to an after hours meeting with Doctor Gablehauser. It should only take an hour, an hour and a half at most".

Sheldon still looked unimpressed. "Amy, that's nearly half of date night".

"I know" Amy replied, "here, take this spare key, let yourself in, make yourself something to eat and drink, and I'll see you after the meeting".

As an afterthought, Amy said "Oh, and keep the key".

Sheldon stood there, absentmindedly stroking the key, still looking deflated, so Amy suggested "Why don't you stay the night? I mean, you'll be staying tomorrow night anyway. What's one extra night?"

Sheldon's expression lifted a little, then he replied "OK, but I don't think I'll bother with something to eat. I'll see you in bed, if that's OK?"

"Of course it's OK" she assured him, "as I said last weekend, treat the place as your own. Help yourself to anything you fancy".

Sheldon raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" he asked.

"Yes, anything" she replied with a grin, "including me".

As Amy went to leave, Sheldon said "Wow, 'See you in bed' ". With a grin, he announced "I never thought I'd ever say that to you".

Glancing back into the office, Amy winked. "I never doubted it" she said, then she was gone.

-o-o-o-o-

When he knocked off from work, Sheldon had Leonard drop him off at Amy's apartment.

It seemed strange entering her apartment, when she wasn't there, but Sheldon tried to relax, making himself a cup of tea, being especially careful to properly dispose of the teabag, and wash the teaspoon.

Passing the microscope, he put an eye to the eyepiece. There was something spore like on the slide, but he didn't recognize it.

He briefly flicked through the channels on the TV, but nothing especially caught his attention.

Unable to relax, he gave up trying and took a shower instead, being careful to thoroughly rinse away the shower gel, before dressing in his pajama bottoms, and, having checked everything was switched off, went to bed.

Laying in the semi-dark, he thought of Amy, and how soft and warm she would feel later, cuddling up to him.

At some point, he must've nodded off, because, the next thing he knew, Amy was snuggling against him.

Turning to face her, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her soft, warm breasts pressing against his chest, and smelling her cherry scented hair, as he whispered "Hello you".

"Listen" she replied, "before we get too carried away, I have something to tell you".

Pausing, she went on "I've been asked to give some talks, at a neuroscience conference, the week after next, in Berlin".

Sheldon relaxed his grip. "How long?" he asked.

"The trip is 14 days" she replied.

Sheldon's face dropped again. "14 days without you?"

"No" she reassured him, a huge grin on her face, "you're coming with me".

"I can't just take two weeks off" Sheldon replied.

"Yes you can" Amy assured him, "Doctor Gablehauser has agreed you can take two weeks vacation, and he'll even arrange a double room for us".

Sheldon smiled and asked "what did I do, to deserve you?"

Leaning in, Amy gave him a peck on the cheek, before turning onto her back and snuggling under the covers.

Sheldon lay silent for a moment, then he asked "Amy, would you do something for me?"

"Of course" she replied, "I already told you, the answer is always yes".

"In that case" he said, "would you please turn over. I'd like to sleep facing you".

"Are you sure?" she asked, "it can be a pretty intense experience".

"I'd like to give it a try" he replied, "you just feel so amazing".

"OK" Amy said, slowly turning to face him, Sheldon's arms immediately surrounding her, "but you must tell me if it gets too much for you. Promise?"

Inhaling her shampoo, he murmured "I promise".

They lay there for a few minutes, then she felt Sheldon's arms relax just a fraction, and his breathing slowed, as he gradually fell asleep.

Amy was astonished. Less than a week ago, they hadn't even shared a bed, and now they were sleeping face to face, naked from the waist up, and Sheldon was, it appeared, totally comfortable with it.

Snuggling into him, Amy matching her breathing to his, until, a few minutes later, she too slipped into a deep, relaxing, satisfying sleep.

-o-o-o-o-

Rousing from sleep, Amy inhaled, noticing the smell of Sheldon's talc.

Blinking her eyes open, she found herself looking at his chest.

Although he was no longer hugging her, his body was still resting against hers, his chin resting gently against the top of her head, his hardness nudging against her pelvis.

Gingerly, she pressed her pelvis against him, and, to her amazement, he pushed back, a gentle moan rising in his throat.

Deciding to chance her luck, she reached down and grazed the back of her hand against him, through his pajamas.

Sheldon's eyes opened with a start, his breath hitching in his throat,

Amy rushed to apologize, "I'm sorry", but Sheldon gasped "please don't stop".

"Really?" Amy asked, shock in her voice.

"Oh yes" he gasped, "don't stop".

Surrounding him with her hand, through the material, she gently stroked him, feeling him hardening by the second, his breathing becoming ragged, and his body beginning to twitch.

"Oh God" he moaned, "that so good, so much better than when I ….".

Blushing bright red, he turned his face away, Amy releasing him and taking her hand away.

"Oh God" he murmured, "I can't believe I just said that".

"Sheldon" she said, a gentle reassuring cadence to her voice, "It's fine. I'm not shocked".

Her words didn't seem to have reassured him much, so she tried logic instead.

"Sheldon" she asked, "why is it OK when I do it, but not when you do it?"

Sheldon began stammering, "er, er, it just is".

"That's not a logical argument" she countered, giving him a reassuring smile "It's quite common in the animal kingdom. In fact, I've got a bunch of Capuchin monkeys in my lab, who do precious little else all day".

Sheldon's body relaxed a little, then he turned to look at her again, the blush noticeably reducing, a tiny smile creeping onto his lips.

"Are we OK?" she asked, and Sheldon nodded.

"Would you like me to continue?"

Sheldon shook his head, "no, the moment has kind of passed".

"OK" Amy said, "go get a shower".

-o-o-o-o-

Sheldon studied the equation on his white board, but nothing was coming to him, his mind too distracted by his thoughts of Amy, then there was a knock at the door, Amy poking her head around the door.

"I brought lunch" she announced, holding the tray with one hand, while holding up an A4 envelope with her other, "and this".

"It's our itinerary" she explained as she sat, "and, judging by it, we need to do some clothes shopping this weekend".

"Why do I need to go clothes shopping?" Sheldon asked, looking dismayed, "I already have clothes".

"Because" Amy replied, "there will be a certain amount of socializing, and you'll need a proper suit for that. Here, listen to this itinerary".

Taking two sheets of paper from the envelope, she began reading.

"We fly from LAX at 3pm on Friday, arriving in Berlin at about 1pm local time, Saturday. Saturday evening there's a meet and greet party, so you'll be needing a suit for that. Monday is my first presentation, Tuesday is a free day, Wednesday and Thursday I have presentations, Friday is free, as is the weekend, then the second week, my presentations are on Monday, Tuesday and Friday, and we fly back Saturday afternoon".

"Fine" Sheldon replied, in a tone that suggested he was anything but happy with it.

"At least there's a decent zoo" he announced, a smile returning to his face.

"Is there?" Amy replied, pretending she wasn't aware of it, "do tell".

Searching his eidetic memory, he began, "It's called the Zoo Garten. It's over 170 years old, making it the oldest zoo in Germany. It covers about 86 acres".

He was about to go on, when his mouth was covered by Amy's, her hands around his neck.

Breaking the kiss, Sheldon protested "Amy, the door isn't even locked".

Seductively licking her lips, Amy winked, then she purred "be a devil".

"Oh what the hell" he replied, his resistance weakening by the second, then his mouth was fused to Amy's, the rest of Caltec a blurred memory.

-o-o-o-o-

The day finally coming to an end, Sheldon fairly bounced out of Caltec, his mind on the weekend, and the three nights he would be spending, in the exquisite delight of Amy's embrace.

Stopping off at the same Chinese restaurant as last Friday, they collected their take out, and made their way to Amy's apartment.

Tucking into their meal, Amy couldn't help but notice that Sheldon looked apprehensive.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"I'm fine" he replied, chewing his bottom lip, "it's just that's an awfully long flight, and I'm not the world's greatest flyer".

Putting her food on the coffee table, she took Sheldon's take out tray from him, putting that on the table too.

Leaning across, she paused, her mouth inches from his. "Maybe I can take your mind off it" she suggested, then her mouth was on his, her body pressing him against the couch, her tongue slipping past his lips with ease, stroking against his tongue, tasting the take away he had been eating.

Feeling him harden under her, Amy slipped her right leg over his and straddled his lap, feeling him press against her center, her elevated position allowing her to lean forward and press her breasts into his face.

Sheldon began to grind himself against her center, a grunt accompanying every thrust, the sound of his labored breath stifled by Amy's breasts.

Dredging up every ounce of self control she could muster, she paused, gasping "Sheldon, are you sure about this?"

"OH GOD YES" he groaned through gritted teeth, then, pulling his face from her bosom, he looked into her eyes, moaning "lose the shirt".

Amy didn't need telling twice. Unbuttoning it at top speed, she shrugged it from her shoulders, following it a moment later with her bra, before pressing herself back against Sheldon's hungry mouth, his lips instantly finding her left nipple, all the time still grinding into her, then his hands were on her hips, pulling her against him.

Amy rocked back and forward against him, her breathing coming in short gasps, Sheldon still sucking on her nipple, her arousal scaling new heights, a heavy wetness forming in her core, as she ground against him.

Her loins twisting into a tighter and tighter coil of tension, Amy teetered on the edge, then, a moment later, she felt him release under her, a second later her own climax flooded through her, as she tightened her arms, to drag his mouth tight against her breasts.

They sat still for a minute or so, their orgasms gradually petering out, Amy still pressing herself down onto him, savoring the exquisite pressure he was exerting on her center, then she felt him soften.

"Are you OK? she asked.

"Absolutely" he replied, gently shaking his head, "I assure you, I have no regrets about that". Pausing, his breathing still ragged, he continued, "but I do rather need a shower".

"Be my guest" she replied, "but don't hog it, because I need one too".

Laying in each others arms, Amy hesitated to broach the subject.

"Sheldon" she said, "I can't believe you are so comfortable, being so close".

Inhaling her scent, Sheldon breathed out gently. "Amy, I won't lie to you, last night, for the first few minutes, it was uncomfortable, overpowering even, but even then I didn't want to let go, because you feel so amazing, so soft and warm, so gentle, and you smell divine".

"Thank you Sheldon" she replied, "you've done so many new things for me recently, and I do really appreciate it".

"Hey" he said, winking, "I enjoyed them too, you know".

-o-o-o-o-

Drawing back the curtain, Amy stepped from the changing room.

"What do you think?" she asked, executing a slow twirl, to show off all of the outfit.

She was dressed in a knee length, charcoal grey, pinstripe pencil skirt, with matching single breasted jacket, and a pale blue, plain blouse, finishing the outfit with a pair of polished black, high heeled shoes.

Pushing her hair up at the back, into a an untidy bun, she took off her glasses.

Sheldon sat mesmerized. "You look amazing" he assured her, "wow".

Blushing, she asked "really?"

"Absolutely" he replied, "incredible".

Taking a final glance back toward the changing room mirror, her face lit up, then she announced "I'll take it".

"Now" she continued, "a cocktail dress", Sheldon inwardly shuddering.

Two hours and countless dresses later, Sheldon was beginning to suffer from dress overload.

Finally, Amy announced "I think this might be the one".

Turning, Sheldon inhaled, his eyes wide. "That is gorgeous" he said, his eyes drinking in every inch of the stunning image before him.

The dress was plain white, a few inches above the knee, all but sleeveless, with a braided black trim around the, not too revealing neck line, the only other adornment, a narrow black patent belt.

"You said that about all the others" she teased.

"I really mean it this time" he replied, slowly shaking his head, "that is just stunning".

As the outfits were packed into carrier bags, one small additional paper bag was added, but Sheldon knew better than to ask in the shop.

By contrast, Sheldon took less than twenty minutes to select and try on his outfit, a plain black, two piece, single breasted suit, with a white shirt and black tie.

"See" he said, with a grin, as they left the store, "choosing clothes isn't hard".

Back at her apartment, Amy dressed in the cocktail dress again.

Handing Sheldon her phone, she told him "take a picture of this. I want to send it to Penny".

Seeing Sheldon's quizzical look, she answered his unasked question, "I want her opinion".

"Nonsense" he replied, "you just want to show off your new frock".

-o-o-o-o-

Amy trailed her fingertips across Sheldon's bare chest and stomach, her head in its usual position on the left side of his chest.

After every few circuits of his chest, she would drag a fingertip across one of his nipples, feeling it harden under her touch.

Pausing she captured his right nipple in her mouth, and Sheldon inhaled sharply, his back arching from the bed.

Releasing him from her mouth, she assured him, "just say the word and I'll stop".

"Never!" he said defiantly.

"Now that" Amy replied, "sounds like a challenge".

With that, she recaptured his nipple, sucking hard, his back arching again, his breathing becoming jagged.

Releasing him, she teased "give it up Cooper".

"NEVER!" he said defiantly, as Amy sucked one nipple, pinching the other between her finger and thumb, then, inhaling sharply, he rolled onto her, laying between her legs, immediately grinding himself against her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she raised herself up, presenting him with a perfect target, his arousal thrusting against her center, just two layers of cotton preventing him from entering her.

Clinging to him, Amy drove herself hard against him, her mind pleading for more, a soaking wetness forming within her, as she thrashed and bucked under him, until she felt him pulse and release into his pajamas, her own orgasm just moments away.

Even as he pulsed, she continued to drive herself against him, until she spiraled into her own mind blowing climax.

Sheldon lay on top of her, still gently rocking back and forward against her.

"You cheat" she complained with a grin.

"All's fair in love and war" he replied.

"And which one would this be?" she asked, a look of mock sternness on her face.

"A bit of both" he replied with a grin, lifting himself onto his elbows, his mouth covering hers.

Returning from his shower, wearing a fresh pair of pajama bottoms, Sheldon slipped into bed, snuggling in behind her, his arm instinctively reaching over to cuddle her.

"Sorry" she murmured, "I'm facing the wrong way".

"It's OK, stay were you are" he replied in a whisper, then she felt his hand slip between her legs, to rest on her, through her pajamas.

Feeling her fiddling with the tie cord, he covered her hand with his, staying her movements.

"Please Amy" he whispered in her ear, "don't rush me. I'll get there, I promise, but don't rush me, please".

Sheldon felt her nod, then she whispered "OK Sheldon, take your time".

Hearing his breathing slow, his body relaxing into her, Amy gently covered his hand, pressing it a little harder against her, a shiver running through her body.

It had been a long time coming but, finally, they were making real progress, getting closer and closer, to that magical moment, when Sheldon would make love to her for the first time, fulfilling the dream she had secretly harbored, since the first day she met him, in the coffee shop.

Though she could barely admit it to herself back then, something about Sheldon Lee Cooper had stirred a desire within her, from the moment she first saw him.

As she slipped into sleep, her final thought was "I love you Sheldon Cooper".

Almost as though he could hear her thoughts, Sheldon murmured "I love you".