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One Month Earlier...
"I've been offered a summer research fellowship at Princeton," Amy shares as she nervously smiles at him.
How can she be leaving for the summer? Why is she only now telling him about this? She can't possibly take it, can she? Millions of questions are running through his head, but he knows that the right thing to do is to let her go and so after pouting and sulking, he purchases her a suitcase to show his support and returns to their apartment.
Sheldon had been hinting for weeks that he'd like to break their once a year coitus agreement. Living with Amy, sharing a bed, and his life with her has awakened the most primal and carnal of desires in him. He's embarrassed to admit that he wants to have sex simply for the sake of having sex, so when Amy suggested they synthesize a neural brain cell using both of their skin cells, he took that as an opening to use procreation as a cover for requesting sex, which was almost immediately shot down. He knows Amy enjoys sex almost as much as he does, so he was baffled by her ability to not only reject all of his advances but that she never brought it up in conversation at a later date. To be fair, he didn't either, but his reasoning was that Amy is happy with their once a year agreement and it was unfair of him to pressure her for more.
The two times that he and Amy have made love so far have been vastly different; the first time they were both very nervous and there were frequent starts and stops as they took breaks to check in with each other and talk between activities. The second time went much better, having gotten over the initial nerves of seeing each other naked for the first time. They still took their time but Sheldon no longer had to stop to ask if he had found the correct hole or to ask Amy if he had the condom on correctly. They knew by instinct and the sounds that each made when and where to caress, kiss and inflame desire in their lover's bodies.
He's pleasantly surprised when Amy kisses him after he gives her the suitcase, even more surprised when his sexual advances are eagerly reciprocated and he's leading Amy by the hand to their bedroom. As the door shuts, they quickly begin to strip in alternation; her left shoe, his belt, her watch, his socks, until Amy is left in her bra and panties and Sheldon is left in his underwear. Reaching behind her, Amy unhooks her beige bra and lets the strap dangle from one finger as she mischievously grins at Sheldon before dropping it to the floor.
"Amy, you naughty vixen," Sheldon gasps as his eyes darken with desire.
Coming to stand in front of Sheldon, Amy caresses his chest before letting her hand come to rest over his heart, feeling it wildly thumping beneath her fingertips, as Sheldon holds her hand in place. Looking into Amy's eyes, he sees them full of unshed tears, surely matching his own.
"I love you so much," she softly murmurs before leaning up to capture his lips.
"I love you too," he whispers between kisses while walking them backward to the bed.
Gently pushing Amy down he seeks out her plush lips while rolling so he's hovering over her. If he had been better prepared, he would've lit candles or turned on music. Seeking out Amy's left hand, Sheldon entwines their fingers and lays them near Amy's cheek as the kisses heat up and Amy tentatively adds her tongue to the mixture, sending a spark of electricity through Sheldon.
Sighing contentedly as she comes up for air, Amy cups Sheldon's cheek in her hand, her thumb caressing the barely existent stubble as Sheldon smiles at her.
"My underwear are becoming very constricting," he whispers, seeking permission to remove the last barriers between them. "Also, I may need you to go across the hall to ask Penny for a condom."
"Would it upset you to know that I have condoms in my nightstand?" Amy wonders, biting her lip nervously.
"I do love preparedness," he reassures as he flips over onto his back and allows Amy to get into her nightstand.
She removes the few items from inside and then pulls up the false bottom, setting it on the floor with a clunk. Curious, Sheldon sits up to look at what she's doing and spots condoms, lubricant and a black drawstring bag inside.
"What's this?" Sheldon wonders as he points to the bag.
"My vibrator," Amy answers matter of factly as she attempts to shut the drawer.
"May I use it on you tonight?" Sheldon requests.
"Um...oh...okay," Amy hesitantly answers as she takes it out of the drawer and removes her pink vibrator from the cloth bag. "I'll need lubricant," she requests as she grabs the small bottle and flips open the cap.
"Please allow me. Give me a moment while I make myself more comfortable," he whispers as he carefully removes his underwear and tosses them to the floor.
Placing two foil packets within easy reach, Amy shuts the drawer and lays back in the bed while Sheldon is removing his underwear before shimmying out of her underwear. She's unsure why, but she's suddenly more nervous now than during either of their previous amorous escapades. She wonders if the element of surprise that they are breaking their once-a-year agreement is the key factor in her nerves. Not that she's disappointed; no not at all. She's been carefully and deliberately avoiding any implication that she'd been unhappy with their agreement, figuring if she lets Sheldon adjust to being in much closer proximity and sharing a bed with her every night, he'd eventually reach the point where their sensual make-out sessions are no longer enough. She's sad that it happens to be happening the night before she leaves for three months, but tries to push that out of her mind until later... much later.
"Where were we?" Amy whispers while adjusting so she's hovering over Sheldon as she grins at him before playfully kissing the tip of his nose.
"I thought I was supposed to be seducing you," he questions while brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Everything you do seduces me. All you need to do is breathe and I would do anything for you," Amy gently whispers.
Sheldon's lips crash into Amy's in a bruising kiss as he grabs around her waist and flips her onto her back. Wrapping one leg around Sheldon's narrow hips, Amy cradles the back of his head as they continue to kiss while with his right hand, Sheldon rolls her right nipple between his fingers, making it instantly pebble. Kissing his way down her body, he draws her left breast into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Sheldon's read that a small minority of women, orgasm can be achieved solely through nipple and breast stimulation. He's been eager to find out if Amy is one of those women. He flicks his tongue against her nipple, causing her to gasp.
"Good or bad?" He questions, reluctantly pulling back, afraid he's hurt her.
"Good, so very very good," Amy reassures, "however, I would like to see if your nipples are as sensitive as mine," she requests, tilting her head down to copy his movements with the flicking of her tongue against his right nipple.
"That tickles," he laughs, squirming away from her.
Getting a devilish glint in her eyes, Amy moves her hands down from their position wrapped around his strong shoulders, to his ribcage and tickles Sheldon causing him to yelp before roughly grabbing her hands and pinning them to the bed.
"You're going to pay for that," he promises.
"What are you going to do about it?" Amy challenges.
"I'm going to bring you to paradigm altering orgasm... repeatedly," he whispers in warning while dipping one finger into her and coating it in her juices.
He slides his finger vertically teasing her vaginal opening yet not allowing his finger to dip inside, before retreating north and grazing her clitoris.
"That form of stimulation is highly effective!" Amy exclaims while fisting the sheet of their bed.
Adding another finger, Sheldon intently studies Amy's face while increasing his speed and attention to her clitoris. She's panting now, her ruby red lips in an 'o' and her eyes scrunched closed while her hips thrust up in time with his hand.
"Say it again," Amy begs, lightly scratching her nails along his back.
"I'm not sure what you want me to say," Sheldon apologizes.
"My nickname, please, say it again," she pleads with him as she fights for control.
Sheldon focuses all his attention on her clit, and what he knows to be the more sensitive right side, making Amy moan his name and grind against his hand.
"Vixen," he whispers in her ear before drawing the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and gently biting down on it.
"Oh, my God, oh my God.." Amy chants, "so... close."
She feels her orgasm begin with her legs quivering in time with the movement of Sheldon's hand and the indescribable tingle deep in her pelvis. Arching her back as she begins to violently writhe and tremor in ecstasy, Amy forces herself to open her eyes, seeing Sheldon's smug, self-satisfied smile as she comes down and gasps for air.
"Whoo," she exclaims while throwing her head back against her pillow to catch her breath.
"Beautiful," Sheldon whispers before leaning down for a gossamer peck on the lips.
"We've only ever tried missionary position, but, I would like to try a few different positions tonight," Amy requests while Sheldon puts on the condom. "You can say no to either or both," she reassures.
"What do you have in mind?" He wonders, unopened foil packet in hand, as he gives Amy his full attention.
"The first is colloquially known as the 'cowgirl' position. You'll lay on your back while I straddle you allowing me full control of speed and depth of penetration," Amy explains.
"Will you wear my cowboy hat?" Sheldon requests, hoping he can pass it off as a joke if she refuses.
"I'm not sure how long it will stay on, but if you want me to wear it, I will," she offers.
"And the second position?" Sheldon asks.
"Rear entry position, commonly referred to as doggy-style," Amy requests.
"We've agreed that the anal sphincter is exit only and one of the two sexual acts we will never try. What if I slip into the wrong hole?" Sheldon worries. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I trust you, Sheldon. If that should happen, we'll stop immediately and discuss how it felt and if we want to continue," Amy reassures.
"Let's start with the cowgirl and if we have enough energy, we can switch positions," Sheldon decides, "wear my hat?"
"Yes," Amy agrees with a gentle kiss.
"Yeehaw!" Sheldon exclaims as he gets out of bed to grab it from the closet.
Walking Amy to the taxi the next day, Sheldon lifts her suitcase into the trunk then whispers, "come here," bringing Amy into his arms for one final hug before she flies off to New Jersey for the next three months.
"Well, this is it..." Amy quietly murmurs as she looks at her feet and attempts not to cry. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you terribly, Amy... but, I love you and I am very proud of you. Go knock their socks off," he encourages.
"I love you too," Amy whispers as she leans up for a tender kiss.
"Don't fall in love with any other scientists," Sheldon whispers in her ear.
"I won't. I promise," She replies. "I'll call you tonight."
Sheldon stands on the curb, watching until the cab turns the corner and is no longer visible. Sighing heavily, Sheldon decides he can not go into their apartment and face the fact that he is going to be alone for the next three months, so he boards the next bus and heads into work at Cal-Tech. It's a Saturday morning and the halls are quiet as he enters the physics department. Pulling out his key, he enters his office and turns on the lights before going to sit at his desk. In the past 72 hours, he's lost his military project and his girlfriend. He doesn't know what to do now.
He gets into the bottom drawer of his desk and retrieves his Justice League hacky sack, tossing and catching it in his hand while he attempts to shut off his mind and focus solely on the texture of the hacky sack, the sound of the beads shifting as he catches it, the weight in the palm of his hand, the sound of the annoying wind chimes outside his window, the smell of the cleaning solution the maintenance department used in his office last night and the sight of the blank whiteboards in various corners of his room.
He almost falls backwards in his chair when there's a knock on his door and it opens without him granting permission of entry.
"Doctor Cooper. I'm not sure if you'll remember me, but I'm Ramona Nowitzki," the woman says as she enters his office.