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Chapter 2. The Cause and the Cure.

Amy had been working late that Thursday. She felt completely exhausted and just wanted to go home so she could rest at last. The day had been a nightmare. The monkeys had been so bad, making a mess in the cages and the laboratory. The results obtained from brain dissections weren´t good at all. Worst of all, she had had to cancel her date night and that had pissed her off incredibly. Amy had always loved monkeys but right now she could have gladly strangled them. She had taken her purse and was ready to leave but then she heard the lab door closing behind her. She had turned around so quickly that her purse fell to the floor.

-"Sheldon!.."—She exclaimed, with a hand on her chest, feeling almost angry at the way he scared her. - What are you doing here?"—The question sounded rather aggressive.

-"Good night, Amy Farrah Fowler"—His tall frame was towering over her and his face was smug and serious, but his eyes were sparkling.

–-"Well, as you know I am not good at recognizing human emotions, but perhaps I should try here… am I correct assuming you are either angry or scared?"—He narrowed her eyes at her and tilted his head to the side, staring at her intently, while approaching her slowly.

-"Come on Sheldon, of course I was scared, you came out of the blue"—She rolled her eyes at him and stooped down to get her purse, but couldn't reach it, because one long white hand took it before her. When she looked up she found herself staring at his flash T-shirt for he was too close to her. She flinched a little and instantly took a step back .

-"Now I am baffled as to why would you be scared of me"—he said while turning around to put her purse over the hanger behind the door. He continued-"I was under the impression that you wanted me to be….closer to you"—his tone was one she had never heard before. "That is precisely why I decided to come to your laboratory so we could spend here our date night".

Well, she was really tired, and not in the mood for one of Sheldon´s lectures. She just wanted to go home, so she told him—"Yes, I admit that I have expressed my desire for closeness with you, however, at this moment I find myself experiencing a hideous headache and I am in extreme need of a shower and a good sleep". She gestured him to the door and approached him but he didn´t move, and she found herself again staring at his chest. She rolled her eyes again, anger and confusion growing inside her.

-"Sheldon, you must excuse me but I would like to go home now, I.."—She looked up and what she saw rendered her speechless.

He was staring at her with intensity, just the way she had looked him watching his board while trying to solve one particularly difficult equation, his eyes were darker than normal and he was moving his hands awkwardly around her face, as if he wanted to touch her but just couldn´t bring himself to it.

-"I am really sorry to hear that you are in pain, Amy, I would have thought that I wouldn´t need telling you that headaches are often induced by stiffness of the neck muscles. As I believe it is a social convention for the boyfriend to help the girlfriend with this kind of ouchies"—Then he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around swiftly. -–"I think you will be happy to find out that I have mastered-as you know I pursue excel at so many things- the massage technique you instructed me in". While saying this he pushed her hair over her left shoulder.

Amy was stunned into silence. She forgot all about her bad mood, and her need for rest. Amy felt his hands starting to rub her neck, making all the steps he had learned months ago. She tried to talk, but was completely speechless by the sensations running through her body. She felt a delicious tickling radiating from her neck and snaking through her body—Oh my god his hands are really magic—Her knees were trembling, it was all she could do to hold the closest stool and chew her lower lip in an attempt to stop her from crying out loud. But then he found that precise spot on her neck and rubbed it with his knuckles and all she could do was to toss her head while she kept seeing fireworks behind her closed eyes.

-"Hooooo!"—She exclaimed loudly, before she could stop herself. She didn´t even realized she had been holding her breath, until she felt dazed and disoriented. She saw her hands on the stool, they were shaking and sweating.

-" I think I should try again…am I correct to assume that you found the experience… effective?"—His voice was a low whisper and his breath caressed her right ear. –" I am afraid that you must start checking on your vitals again, since I couldn´t help but notice some strange symptoms appearing while performing the massage. Perhaps I should listed them for you.

Amy couldn´t do anything besides breathing deeply, trying to calm down and control her shaking hands and body

Firstly I noticed your body temperature raising"…-He softly caressed her neck—"then I could see you were flushed, your ears were positively red"—His lips were touching her right ear so slightly, but then she felt her body on fire at the feeling of him kissing it with wet lips.—"and I dare say that your pupils are dilated…just like mine are".

There was a second of silence before she was being grabbed around her waist and turned around, her back now against the laboratory table.

Amy yelped and grabbed onto Sheldon´s arms, panicked and confused about what was happening, not daring to be hopeful about his intentions- "Sheldon what…"—she whispered. Her words were cut off as his body pushed against hers, her back now pressed tight to the table edge. As she stared up at his half lidded eyes and the way he licked his lips, her body cried out frantically to her brain that something massively important and life changing was about to happen.

Amy breathed hard through her nose, her brain buzzing and her legs turning to pudding.

"Are you going to- What-"

"Just… remain… silent," Sheldon interrupted, his voice low and firm. The fierceness in which he spoke hit Amy with pangs of desire, the yearning for him doubled over on itself, multiplying until it filled her empty stomach and she felt full with it.

As soon as Sheldon had pushed himself on her she could actually feel him against her thigh, growing harder with every second that passed. Amy didn't have the least intention to move, not she could with him literally holding her body up with his.

-"Last I have to ask if you too feel a localized vascular throbbing"—He stared at her with dark, narrowed blue eyes.

Amy just nodded anyway, her head barely moving as her hair was also trapped behind her shoulder blades and one of his hands. She felt herself lost in the dark blue eyes staring at her.

"Now, Amy, as you are such a brilliant neurobiologist, what would the diagnostic be?, would you think we have been attacked by an alien parasite?...Perhaps, since we can´t conduct proper clinical exams right now, we could go straight for the last option, the one we would only mentioned so as to cover all the possibilities… sexual arousal".

She gasped in anticipation. She wanted to pinch herself, unable to believe that she wasn't dreaming this moment., but instead used her other senses as a reference to reality: The smell of Sheldon´s talc powder, the sound of their combined ragged breathing and the taste of the sweat on her upper lip as she darted her tongue out to moisten her lips… no, she was most certainly not dreaming.

"I would like to kiss you now… is that alright?"-His voice was deeper than usual.

He leaned closer, she licked her lips again and the tip of her tongue swiped across his lips. Amy froze, her body tingling from her lips all the way up and down. But it was nothing compared to Sheldon's reaction; his knees buckled, he closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. She gripped his arms harder for a second before looking at him again. Their kisses had always been "mouth closed" and she was sure he would freak out… she braced herself for the rejection. But it didn´t happen.

He regained his composure once more, opening his eyes and staring at her. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

"You did?"-Amy couldn´t believe her ears- "Really?. I thought you were using Kolinahr to suppress your baser urgencies". She could have slapped herself. Now he was going to come to his robot self again. But he didn´t.

"I was, but I must say Kolinahr has proven ineffective of lately" – he whispered, leaning closer to her—" I have come to think that I have fell ill, I have been experiencing some very disturbing symptoms: I can´t work, I can´t focus, and, after proper thinking, I have come to the conclusion that you may be the cause as well as the cure "- He was leaning closer and she felt his arms tight around her waist—"besides, I remind you that according to our Relationship Agreement, it is your duty as my girlfriend, to take care of this kind of… health issues"

Without further pause Sheldon leaned the rest of the way in and caught her mouth in his, pulling her into him at the same time, hands flat against the small of her back and between her shoulder blades, burying into her hair.

Amy´s arms immediately shot up and wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him to her even closer

His lips were so soft and warm. She felt like her bones were melting slowly. She hugged him tightly and suddenly realized that he was a little too.. soft?. She tried to be closer to him, but he apparently was trying to pull away from her so she followed, until she felt a piercing pain on her forehead.

"What is…?"—She exclaimed while sitting on her bed. She touched her forehead with both hands. Apparently she had attacked her bed side table and had knocked herself in the process.

Oh terrific, now I am going to have a pretty bruise over my forehead—She was bitterly disappointed that it had been only a dream, it had been so real. Well it had been better than her night terrors, sure, but she was positive that she wouldn´t sleep that night anymore.

Half an hour later, Amy was lying sleepless in her bed. She knew very well where had that dream came from. She kept reliving, again and again, what she had felt that moment, earlier that evening, when Sheldon had grabbed her hand.

The evening had began like any other. Sheldon had been as funny and handsome as always. She loved his- pale, waxy skin, and his, oh so sexy, eidetic memory. She was so proud to be his girlfriend. Who wouldn´t be?. Not every girl was as lucky as she was, even Bernadette had agreed.

She had been a little nervous about Howard's safety, naturally, but mostly because Bernadette loved him so much. He had risked his life so shortly after marrying her dear friend, and Amy hadn't wanted Bernadette to become a widow. Amy hadn't been able to stop thinking that if it were Sheldon who had been going into space, she would have been devastated. And if it had happened just after getting married?, Well, it would have destroyed her.

-Sometimes, science is not the most important thing in the world, after all—Amy thought with a shudder. She drifted then to a more pleasing thought.

She had to admit that when she thought about marrying Sheldon she felt positively dreamy. All this wedding stuff had gotten to her, and she had found herself daydreaming about her wedding with Sheldon, against her better judgment. She had known who Sheldon was when she had agreed to this relationship, and after his speech in the wedding she had tried hard to stop the daydreams. He had said he was happy with himself, and she didn´t want to raise her hopes and risk being hurt.

But then, quite unexpectedly, he had taken her hand, inadvertently touching her knee in the process. His fingers had sent an electrical shock through her entire body. She hadn't been able to do more than stare at him in surprise, although he had been staring at the screen and hadn't noticed. His hand had been holding hers so tightly, making her feel as if every hair was standing on end.

It was not the first time that she had touched him, she had even kissed him before, but he had never touched her before. She could hardly believe that he had sought her touch for comfort. The very thought had made her feel… well, new things.

Sure, she experienced multiple orgasms while participating in that strange experiment a few years ago. But this had been different, her body had reacted in a different way, and that both enthralled and scared her. After all, he had only touched her hand…and her knee.

"Hoo!"—She exclaimed before she could stop herself.

Ok, that´s it. I need to stop thinking about it if I want to get to sleep-she thought. At the rate she was going she would be useless at work. She rolled over in bed trying to get comfortable so finally she could sleep. She closed her eyes and tried to clean up her mind, but kept thinking.

These feelings, friendship, solidarity, girlish support, and…whatever it was that she felt for Sheldon (she didn´t want to label it just jet), were all new to her. She never had friends before; at school all the children had avoided her, they had never understood her. She had tried to be friendly, but no matter what she had said or done, they had either rolled their eyes and left her alone (best case scenario), or had hit her and then mocked about her glasses and her looks (worst case scenario). Eventually she had stopped trying to be friends with any of them. Instead, she had forced herself believe she didn´t care, and instead, had come to rely on her intelligence. She had hidden her feelings of inadequacy and loneliness behind a mask of condescension and aloofness.

She had told her mother she didn´t care about love, and that romance wasn´t for her, but deep inside she had ached to be like the girls she saw on the street, holding hands and kissing their boyfriends. She had needed to feel beautiful, desired….loved. But since no one had shown the slightest interest in her, and since she had been rejected and humiliated when she hadshown interest in boys, she had ultimately decided that romance was not for her. She had thought that maybe if she could convince herself that love wasn´t for her, and deny her feelings, then she could convince herself that it wasn´t that important and minimize her chances of suffering.

But her mother had refused to give up, insisting that she go on a date and find a boyfriend. It had been extremely frustrating. It had been easier just to say yes to a once a year date. But each year, all she had found was disappointment…until the last one. Finally, she had found someone 100% compatible with her. It had seemed almost too good to be true.

She had never believed in the mathematic algorithms used on dating websites, but she had had to keep her promise to date once a year, and the time had arrived. The photo attached to his profile had shown a smug looking man, with piercing blue eyes. When she saw him at the café she had immediately thought that he was better looking in person.

When he told her he was blackmailed into their date, she made it perfectly clear that she had only sought out the date in order to fulfill the promise to her mother. But then he had offered her a drink, and they had started to talk. They had talked at length about everything and nothing, from the deity he doubted, to the power of music in children development. And then he started to inform her about his job career.

She had been captivated by his sparkling eyes, especially when he was talking with such passion and enthusiasm. She had found him to be…fascinating. She quickly realized that she didn´t have to pretend to be interested in what he said, because she genuinely was. She had been disappointed when they had reached the end of the date and had to work very hard to control her excitement when he had asked her for her telephone number so they could text each other.

And just like that, her life had changed completely. Their relationship had moved on slowly at the beginning. She had been attracted by his mind, the most, and she had enjoyed talking to him.

But, then she had started to think about him in another way. She had found herself eagerly anticipating their Skype sessions, wanting to see his eyes on a screen. They had talked about so many interesting things, his mind was so beautiful that when they had reached the topic of their superior intelligence being worth preserving, she couldn´t stop herself from picturing a little version of him- with those beautiful eyes—she thought, but immediately scolded herself—I am better than this, if he knew what I just thought he would be disgusted at my absurd and illogical feelings—She thought, keeping a blank face while proposing Sheldon to clinically unite their genes so they could present the world with the benign overlord that would lead humanity to a better future. At least she claimed that was the reason, but deep inside her, she was still thinking about that little blue eyed boy, shame on her!. She had kept herself from squealing in delight at his positive answer. Even if it was not in an immediate future plan, it was such a pleasant perspective.

Then he had proposed a second date, and all she could do was to keep a blank face until she had closed her laptop, after which she jumped off her chair and started a weird dance of victory she didn´t even knew she could perform until then. Well, she was really excited until she saw the incredibly delightful woman who had driven them to the restaurant. Sure, her IQ was only normal, but her secondary sexual characters were breath taken, causing Amy to feel even more inadequated than usual, besides some disturbing emotion she couldn´t name. But then she realized that the beautiful woman was not there to mock or humiliate her and changed her view on her, starting to admire her, aching to be like her, but knowing that wasn´t possible unless she was going to be born again.

Had been thanks to Penny that Shamy, as she liked to call them, had also begun to spend real time together, playing funny and interesting games that only they could understand. At that point they had still only been girl/friend/boy/friend status.

She was not exactly sure when the slashes had started to disappear, nor when she had started to care about the status of their relationship, but one day she had realized that she did. She had begun to feel confused, and rather disappointed, about not being Sheldon Cooper´s girlfriend.

When Stuart had asked her on a date, she had let the girls talk her going with him. She hadn't expected Sheldon to mind, given that they had never spoken advancing their relationship beyond friendship. But then the unexpected had happened; Sheldon asked her to be his girlfriend!

—She was almost as good an actress as Penny, so while she had bewen about to burst with happiness, she had feigned a cool exterior. She had done the same thing when he had given her the Relationship Agreement (soo romantic). She had known that he didn´t like outbursts of any kind, and she so she hadn't wanted to embarrass herself.

It hadn't taken long for her to begin to realize that she had begun different types of feelings about him, about his body, rather than his mind. He was no athlete, but he was certainly not unattractive. In fact, she had begun to realize she found him rather "hot". If only he would let his hair grow up a little—She mused, picturing a long haired, pirat Sheldon on her mind. She had started finding herself imagining him in a variety of different scenarios which always ended up with him having his way with her. True she wasn´t very experienced, but she had a pretty good imagination, some very detailed romantic novels, and Gerard, of course.

Amy had attempted more than once to get him to engage in more interesting activities, aside from their normal discussions. Up until recently, she had been mostly unsuccessful. Once they had cuddled. After that Sheldon had picked her up from a parking lot, she had been elated when she had asked him to take her to a hotel and have his way with her and she had noticed him hesitant and looking towards the hotel, as if he was actually thinking about her proposal, but then he just pleaded for them to leave. Slowly she had felt her confidence increasing, as she became more confident of Sheldon's affections for her. She was confident that he would take the bait she was giving him, sooner or later. She, being quite a vixen, as he liked to call her, had been attempting some experiments with him. She knew he was thoroughly enjoying them, even if he kept complaining. She was sure it was to maintain his façade.

But even though this evening's hand hold had been a step in the right direction, she still wanted further progress in their relationship. After all, the saying goes "evolve or die" doesn´t it?.

And at that very moment, Amy decided that she was going to show Sheldon just what the girlfriends were for. She knew it wasn´t going to be easy, and that it would be risky (she was most worried of losing him entirely), but she had decided that she would do her best to make him realize that she was not only a beautiful mind, but a woman, and, more precisely, the woman for him.

With that happy thought she rolled over in bed and fell asleep, and when she woke up, only three hours later, she was smiling.

Well this was longer than I intended, and with a little of sugar on the top, as someone asked, I hope you liked it!. If you did, please give it a review. Thanks to Musikcat18 my wonderful beta.