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Burning Desire.
Chapter 2.
Laying in bed, in the half light of early morning, Sheldon was conflicted. On the one hand, he was snuggling into the warm, comforting back, of the most incredible woman he'd ever met, a woman he desired with every fiber of his being, a woman he loved more than life itself.
The problem was, she was no longer his girlfriend, and the road back to that state of bliss, seemed long and torturous. Equally torturous, was his rock hard erection, which was currently pressing into Amy's buttocks. He inhaled, in an attempt to relax his arousal, but the cherry scent of the hair, his face was buried in, merely served to increase his arousal.
He gently stroked her stomach, with the palm of his right hand, feeling the firm but soft texture of her skin, through the cotton pajamas, then, to his horror, Amy began to rouse from sleep.
He was about to draw his arm from around her body, where it had spent much of the night, when it was suddenly trapped by Amy's right arm.
He lay there, debating how to extract himself from the situation, when Amy pushed herself back against him, trapping his arousal between her legs. He inhaled, willing himself to calm down, then, still half asleep, she murmured "That's nice".
A moment later, fully awake, and realizing the position they were in, she jerked herself away from him, releasing him from between her legs, and his arm from under hers. Glancing over her shoulder, she blushed slightly and apologized, "I'm sorry Sheldon".
"I'm the one who should apologize" he countered, "if I wasn't so aroused, it wouldn't have happened".
"You're not responsible for an involuntary reaction" she assured him. "And you're not responsible for what you do in your sleep either", he countered.
"I agree" she confirmed, "let's just put it down to subconscious and unconscious behavior. Now, if you will excuse me, I'll take a shower".
Laying on his back, his head propped on the pillow, his eyes fixed on the door Amy had passed through a minute and 25 seconds earlier, he listened to the shower, imagining Amy, standing naked under the hot water, washing her hair with cherry shampoo, and smearing her body with shower gel.
Realizing such thoughts were doing nothing to reduce his arousal, he climbed from the bed, slipped on a dressing gown, made his way to the kitchen area, and began preparing breakfast.
Tipping an omelet onto a plate, he placed it on the far side of the dining table, between the knife and fork he had set, then turned back to the stove, to begin preparing another omelet.
Entering the room, dressed in a bath robe and rubbing her hair with a towel, Amy inhaled, and declared, "That smells delicious".
Turning from the stove, Sheldon handed her a mug of tea, casually announcing "Only the best for my lady". Amy shot him a look, and Sheldon replied "I know, we're not a couple, but, to me, you will always be 'my lady' ".
Sitting at the table, Sheldon took a sip of his tea, and asked "Are you ready for our session?"
"OK" she replied, "pay me a compliment". Looking her up and down, he ran his tongue across his top lip, then informed her, "You look amazing. So beautiful".
For a few seconds, Amy sat there, her mouth half open, her mind digesting what Sheldon had just said, then, with a smile, she said "Thank you. That was really nice. I think we're done".
Seeing the questioning look on his face, Amy explained "We already covered the conversation and intimacy, while we were in bed. We don't always have to do it in a formal, sitting down situation".
"Oh" he replied, "I never thought of it like that. Now, if you don't want any more breakfast, I'll take a shower".
-o-o-o-o-
Standing under the water spray, he tried not to think of Amy, standing naked under the very same shower, but it wasn't easy. Smiling, he joked to himself, "You might even say it's hard".
Rinsing himself, he stepped from the shower, wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and headed for the bedroom, to dress.
Coming out of the bedroom, having collected her Cell Phone from the bedside cabinet, Amy met Sheldon in the hallway. Running her eyes over his wet, naked chest, she swallowed hard, flashed him an embarrassed grin, mumbled "Excuse me" stepped past him, and darted into the living room.
When Sheldon returned to the living room, a few minutes later, he found Amy in her jacket, putting her shoulder bag around her neck. "I won't be long" she confirmed, then she let herself out, closing the door behind her.
Making her way down the stairs, she walked to the parking lot, jumped in her car, took a deep, relaxing breath, fired up the engine, and headed for North Los Robles Avenue.
Twenty minutes later, she knocked at apartment 4B. Opening the door, Penny invited her in, and Amy took a seat on the couch.
Seeing a nervous, flustered look on Amy's face, penny asked "So, what's up?"
"Oh man" Amy breathed, "I made a huge mistake, inviting Sheldon to stay with me".
"You two been fighting?" Penny asked, pouring a glass of wine, and putting it on the coffee table, in front of Amy.
"No" Amy assured her, "Quite the contrary. Sheldon's been the perfect guest, polite, helpful and attentive".
Penny was confused. Tilting her head and shrugging, she asked "So What's the problem?"
Amy gave her a look that said 'Isn't it obvious?' "My problem is, I just want him all the time".
Seeing the same confused look on Penny's face, Amy continued with the explanation. "I woke up this morning, to find Sheldon spooning me, and oh my God, I wanted him so much". Her breathing increasing, she confessed, "It was all I could do, not to take him there and then".
Closing her eyes, she tried to block out the mental image, as she continued, "Then, to top it off, I saw him half naked, and soaking wet from the shower".
"Oh God Penny" she moaned, "being that close to him, is driving me insane. My loins are permanently on fire".
Penny gave her a look that said 'This isn't complicated'.
"For heaven's sake" she proffered, "Just tell him he's forgiven, get back together, then screw his brains out. He gets his girlfriend back, and", with a salacious grin, she finished, "you get to use his fire hose".
Giving her a roll of the eyes, Amy replied "I wish it were that simple".
Penny asked "Why isn't it that simple? You love him, and he loves you, right?"
Taking a drink of her wine, Amy considered what Penny had just said, then she asked, "Wouldn't I be compromising my principles, just to satisfy my needs?"
"I don't know" Penny replied, "What are your principles?"
Amy shrugged, "Mostly that Sheldon needs to change, before I'll get back with him".
"And has he changed?" Penny asked. "A little" Amy confirmed, "But I'm not sure if it's enough".
"Then give him an A for effort" Penny suggested, "and give him his reward".
"It seems a bit underhand and manipulative" Amy confessed. "I establish a set of conditions, for us getting back together, then lower the bar, for my own benefit".
Rubbing her chin, Penny considered for a moment, then announced, "I really don't know what to tell you Ames".
Smacking her lips, Amy replied "Thanks for listening anyway". Draining her glass, she made her way to the door, opened it and stepped outside.
Shrugging, she confirmed, "I really don't know what to do. Sometimes, he can be so infuriating, and other times, he can be so caring and thoughtful".
"You think Leonard's any different?" Penny asked, "don't kid yourself. We all have our irritating habits".
Turning, Amy began down the stairs, calling back, "I guess. See you later".
-o-o-o-o-
Heading back toward Glendale, she pondered the predicament she'd got herself into. "How?" she wondered, "could I have been so lax and careless?" In all her years as a scientist, she always prided herself, on her meticulous and rigorous planning.
The blare of a car horn jerked her from her daydream, and, slamming on the brakes, she realized she'd run a red light.
A mile up the road, she swung into the parking lot at Glendale park, and made her way into the park, to sit on a bench. Being a Sunday morning, it was fairly quiet, and she could mull over her problems in relative peace.
She had no difficulty defining her problems, but the solution evaded her.
Finally, the germ of an idea began to sprout in her mind. Returning to her car, she was surprised to discover she'd been in the park for over an hour.
Leaving the parking lot, she continued toward Glendale, arriving at her apartment block, a little after 11 o'clock.
Turning the key in the door, Amy pushed the door open, to be greeted by the smell of food.
Giving her a welcoming smile, Sheldon announced "Lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes".
Amy replied "Great, but first, we need to talk".
This didn't sound good, and Sheldon gave her a nervous look, asking "Have I done something to upset you?"
"No" she assured him, "I'm the one who has made the mistake. Sheldon, please come and sit down".
Taking the seat next to her, on the couch, he glanced around the room, then Amy explained, "Sheldon, I was careless, when I came up with the session plan". Seeing the questioning look on his face, she hurried to continue, "I failed to define the success/failure threshold. As a result, there's no objective way to rate your progress".
Sheldon pondered for a moment, then replied "I trust your judgment Amy". Raising her eyebrows, she frowned, "I wish I could, but I can't, so I've decided the best". Pausing, she rephrased, "the least worst option is, for us both to conduct the assessment".
For a long moment, Sheldon considered the suggestion, then he asked "So, what you are suggesting is, I rate my progress, then you rate my progress, and we require a unanimous verdict?"
"Yes" she confirmed, "I know it's not perfect, and probably not that scientifically sound, but it's the only solution I can think of".
"OK" he replied, "I'll start. Firstly, communication. I believe I have communicated with you in a respectful and open way, and I am learning to listen, and remain on topic. My judgment is a pass".
Amy considered his words, then, with a smile, she confirmed "I agree".
"Next" he announced, "politeness. I believe I have been polite, and complimented you well, so, again, I say pass".
"Couldn't agree more" she replied, a grin spreading across her face.
Sheldon's face became stern, then he went on "Finally, intimacy". Hesitating, he announced "Fail".
With a gasp, Amy asked "What? But why?"
"Because" he continued, "I'm not comfortable, being intimate with you".
Reaching out and taking his hand, she asked "You think I'm completely comfortable, being intimate with you?"
Sheldon gave her a questioning look, "But, I thought …?"
Interrupting, she shook her head, "Well I'm not, I'm far from completely comfortable. Sometimes, I'm scared to death, but, at the same time, excited".
Sheldon gave her a nervous grin, "I thought that was just me?"
"Trust me" she assured, "it's not just you. Sheldon, I don't expect you to be comfortable from the off. I know I'm not, and never have been. I just want you to be willing to try. Now, knowing that, would you care to reconsider your last answer?"
"Yes, I believe I would" he replied. With a smile a mile wide, he confirmed "I vote pass!"
"Me too" she confirmed, smiling broadly, "now, would you be averse, to revisiting our 5th Anniversary encounter?"
"That depends" he replied. "If you're intending to berate me again, for mentioning the Flash, then yes I would be averse, but, if you want us to reenact it, with appropriate improvements, then no, I wouldn't be averse".
"Definitely the second one" she confirmed, leaning toward him, murmuring "Come here".
Their lips joining, his left hand on her thigh, his right on her ribcage, Sheldon's heart soared, the taste and feel of Amy's lips bringing back a thousand incredible memories, of a thousand amazing feelings. Inhaling, he smelt the cherry scent of her shampoo, mixed with the delicate scent of her perfume, and the powerful, yet elusive scent of her pheromones, all combining to create a heady, arousing aroma, which made him lightheaded, and exquisitely twisted and tortured his loins.
Amy grazed her tongue across his top lip and, to her delight and amazement, Sheldon opened his mouth and pressed the tip of his tongue against her lips, until, feeling Amy open her lips wider, he pressed his tongue into her mouth, and felt it brush against hers.
The warm wetness of her mouth, which he had always expected to find unpleasant, was, in fact a wonderful, exhilarating sensation, which drove deep into his being, stirring his loins and driving his arousal.
Moaning against her mouth, he stroked and teased his tongue against hers, until, unable to hold on any longer, he broke the kiss, to gulp in much needed air.
Leaning against the back of the couch, between gasps, Amy declared "Sheldon, that was incredible".
Steadying his breathing, Sheldon agreed, "It was. That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced".
-o-o-o-o-
Wandering into the bedroom, fastening the top three buttons of her pajamas, Amy stifled a grin, as Sheldon struggled, but failed, to avert his eyes, from the rapidly disappearing view of her cleavage.
Pulling back the covers, she slipped into the bed alongside him, then, drawing the covers over her, she cuddled alongside him, resting her head on the left side of his chest, and laying her left arm across his stomach, a few inches above the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
Leaning his head down, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, and whispered "I've missed you Amy, so much".
"Me too" she replied, "let's promise each other that, in future, if there's something were not happy with, or something we want, we'll just tell each other, instead of brooding about it".
"I agree" he said, "No beating about the bush, just honesty".
"Actually" she smiled, "there is something I'd like to discuss".
Sheldon looked pensive, "Oh, and what would that be?"
"Well" Amy replied, "On Friday, you offered to do some things, if I'd be your girlfriend again".
Seeing the questioning look on his face, she rushed to clarify, "This isn't a requirement. I'm not going to break up with you again, if you say no. I just want you to consider it, but you must feel free to refuse".
Sheldon was on tenterhooks. "Amy, please just say what it is you want".
Licking her lips, she asked "Sheldon, would consider living here, permanently?"
For a few moments, Sheldon looked distant, then a smile bloomed on his face. His breathing increasing, he replied "Yes. I'd love to live with you". Pausing, he let his eyes flick across her outline in the bed, then he asked "While we're on the subject of doing things, Amy, may I do something with you?"
"Of course" she assured him, her pulse increasing, "what is it you want to do?"
Sheldon's lip trembled, then he licked it, his eyes still flitting across the covers.
Trembling with anticipation, she urged him, "Sheldon, don't tell me, just do it".
For a second, he hesitated, then his right hand flew toward her, and surrounded her left breast. His touch was firm, and a little heavy, but not uncomfortably so, and Amy shuddered from the suddenness of it.
Seeing her jerk, he asked urgently, "Did I hurt you?"
"No, not at all" she assured him, "it was just a bit sudden. A warning would've been appreciated, but no, you didn't hurt me".
Relaxing a little, Sheldon remained still, the gentle warmth of her flesh, slowly soaking into his palm, then he flexed his fingers, just a little, feeling the firm yet yielding texture of her skin, Amy's breathing getting faster, as he explored her breast with his fingertips, then he drew his index finger across the perfect curve, to drag slowly across her nipple, through her pajamas, which hardened instantly to his touch.
Whimpering, Amy arched her back off the bed, pushing her breast harder against his palm, the covering of his hand making her flesh feel warmer, her breathing becoming jagged.
A moment later, his hand was gone, and he was undoing the buttons of her pajama top. Amy braced herself for his touch, but it still came as a surprise, and she inhaled rapidly, as she felt the bare flesh of his palm cover her breast, his index finger circle her nipple, then drag slowly and lightly across it, then he trapped it between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it slightly and rolling it between them.
Between gritted teeth, her eyes clamped shut, she groaned "Oh God, yes", her loins in twisting delights, her mind screaming for relief but, at the same time, begging for more, then his lips closed around her other nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth, tasting the hard, roughness of it, Amy squirming under his mouth, her fingers clawing at the bed covers, her nerves stretched fit to tear apart. Balancing on the very edge, through gritted teeth, she begged "Oh God, bite, please bite".
Caught up in the moment, his girlfriend thrashing and begging under him, Sheldon was still cautious. He knew he would never forgive himself, if he hurt, or worse, injured her, but he couldn't deny her the release she was begging for, so he trapped her nipple between his teeth, and gently bit down onto it.
Feeling the twinge of pain from Sheldon's teeth, she crashed over the edge, her loins erupting in a ball of fire, the twisting knot of tension rolling through her body, her back arching from the bed, threatening to tear her nipple from Sheldon's mouth, her orgasm flooding through her body like a tidal wave, her mind a mass of feelings, but not a coherent thought among them.
The seconds passing by, Sheldon was getting concerned, that Amy hadn't taken a single breath, since the moment he bit down, then she flopped onto the bed, gasping in a lungful of air, then another one, her eyes still clamped shut, her fingers still clenched in the covers.
Watching his girlfriend, slowly turning from a mass of writhing flesh and bones, back into a functioning woman, he now understood, why Penny screamed 'Oh God' and 'Yeehaw', when she slept with Leonard. Seeing Amy, correction, his Amy, experience such intense pleasure, gave him the determination to do more, much more, with, and for her.
-o-o-o-o-
Returning from the shower, the perspiration washed from her body, and wearing fresh pajamas, Amy wandered casually into the bedroom, her pajama top unbuttoned and hanging loose, Sheldon's eyes following the gently swinging orbs of milky perfection, then, standing by the bed, she leaned over, to kiss him forcefully and passionately on the lips, his right hand rising, to cup her left breast. Her breathing becoming short and jagged, she moaned "Oh yeah, yeah", then she was in bed, sitting on his stomach, feeling his hardness nudging against her bottom.
"Please?" he begged, "please don't, oh God, not yet".
Leaning over him, in a whisper, she promised "I won't force you Sheldon. I promise you, I will never force you to do anything, but please tell me what you want, and I'll do it for you. Just tell me".
In a moment, he was unbuttoning his pajama top, pulling it open, to expose his slim, but muscular chest. Murmuring a quiet "Hoo", Amy gave him a smile of recognition, then sliding herself a few inches down his legs, causing Sheldon's arousal to drag across her, a mutual moan rising in both their throats, she leant over him, her nipples teasing his stomach, and captured his left nipple between her lips, sucking it into her mouth.
Feeling the warm wetness of Amy's lips surround his nipple, he instantly pulsed under her, emptying into his pajamas, Amy feeling each pulse, from him pressing against her stomach, Sheldon pleading "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry".
"It's OK Sheldon" she assured him, "you did incredibly well, considering everything you did for me, ten minutes ago". Tracing delicate patterns on his Pectoral muscles, with her fingertips, she reassured him, "So long as you enjoyed it, it's all good".
Fifteen minutes later, after a shower and fresh pajamas, Sheldon cuddled in behind the soft, warm body of his, once again girlfriend, his face buried deep in her cherry scented hair, his right hand gently cupping her left breast, her slow steady breathing leading him gently into sleep. Slipping into sleep, he promised himself, that he never again would be, the shallow, self centered fool, who almost lost forever, the most beautiful, loving, caring woman, in all the universes.