Disclaimer: I still own nothing of The Big Bang Theory, dagnabit. All credit for the genius thereof goes to Chuck Lorre, Bill Prady and Warner Bros. Thanks, guys!
His mouth trailing hot kisses along her jaw, down her neck to her collar bone, breath increasing, hearts racing...
Her hands running over his shoulders, grabbing the back of his neck, nails in his hair, bodies pressed close...
White cotton pulled over his head, the cool room air and anticipation causing his nipples to harden instantly. What a curious feeling...
Her hands exploring his chest, raking through the sparse hair, running over his muscles, touching his belly button, sliding over the hair below...
Lips tasting the curve of his shoulders, trailing down, hot breath teasing, tongue on his...wow, I never knew they were so sensitive, I thought that was only women, what is this vixen doing to me?
His hand skimming over her skin, feeling as if he were caressing silk...
Hands buried in her hair, flowing over and between his fingers, wrapping his hand in it as he pulls her face back to his, needing to kiss her again...
The skin of her thigh, how can anything be so soft? Heat burning in his stomach, growing, turning to fire, what is this feeling?
Hands slide upward, flutter over lace and satin, if he were standing his knees would buckle...
The softness of her stomach, pulling back slightly, giggling, shy smiles, his touches more firm, avoiding tickling as his hand traces the rises and hollows of her ribs...
The most beautiful sigh he's ever heard as a strong hand settles on her breast, delightful heat, fascinating texture, a gentle squeeze, hmm, nothing like pizza dough after all. Thumb circling the tight bud in the center of rougher flesh, a sharp cry from her lips, music to his ear, how can this feel so good?
The next cry into his mouth as he kisses her passionately, testing the other side...
Soft cotton pulled up, arms raised, hair cascading back down around her chest as her nightgown hits the floor...
A groan, did I just groan? as his eyes devour her nearly naked form, she smiles, so beautiful, she is his, no one else will ever be given this sight, a sharp tug inside his chest...
Another kiss, her arms snake around his neck, skin on skin, breasts pressed into his chest...how could I not know this feeling existed?
Hands trail back down to explore firm globes once again, lips close behind, her back arched, panting gasps, his head swims, pants tightening painfully, god he loves this woman, his name on her breath...
Her hands find elastic waist, push impatiently, flannel sliding down, finding the floor, arms pull each other close, legs entwined, kissing, so much kissing, dizzy at the feel of the pulse in her neck racing under his tongue...
Rolling, her weight resting on him, hands tracing lines over his muscles, mouth loving, his head pressing into the pillow, body tingling, her body rising to straddle him as she smiles, the single sexiest thing he has ever seen...
Large hands cradle her glorious posterior, oh how long has he wanted to do that. A dragging, grinding motion of her hips...his breath ragged, catching, too much, too soon...rolling again, hovering above her...
Fingers hook into the sides of satin and lace, a questioning look, nod of assent, slding down over smooth legs, "You're so beautiful..."
Eyes locked, blue and green melding together as fingers move to explore, her eyes wide, they breathe together, "oh my god" he pants, so slick, the feeling like nothing he's ever felt before, her eyes fluttering closed, a whimper then another, he fights for control himself as her body rocks with his motions, he concentrates on testing, gauging her reactions, learning her. A smirk, if there is one thing Sheldon Lee Cooper excels at, it's learning...
The room filling with her moans, head turning side to side on the pillow, hair askew, his name, how can his name sound so wonderful from her lips? He doesn't want to silence her, but the need to kiss her is overwhelming. Her screams filling his mouth as her body shakes then arches off the bed before collapsing in his arms, panting. Green eyes open, dazed and full of love, she's more gorgeous than he ever believed possible and I did that, pride filling his chest, love, and a hunger the depths of which he has never known...
Hands find their favorite spot on her hips, like dozens of times before, but with no barrier of cloth this time; he grips them hard as the realization washes over him...
His body settled between her legs, right arm wrapped behind her shoulder pulling them together, supporting himself with his left. Eyes locked, he stares intently into hers, voice level as he fights to hold off a moment longer. "I love you Amy." Her hand caressing his cheek, "I love you too, Sheldon." Favoring him with a radiant smile and a small nod...
Bending to press a small kiss to her lips before pulling back to gaze into her eyes as they crossed this last frontier together. Small intake of breath from Amy as he entered her for the first time, his brow furrowing, pausing. "I'm ok" another smile, leaning up to kiss him again. His eyes never leaving her as he continues, pressing forward slowly...
"Oh Amy," panting shallowly once he could go no further..."you feel so...oh my..." he has to close his eyes and concentrate on just breathing, senses on complete overload...yes, this is the very definition of overwhelmed...this is all-consuming...this is...exquisite...
Hands on his broad shoulders pulling him to her, clinging on to ridges of muscle on his back. Sliding to grip his biceps as they move together...
Her eyes holding his in this moment, the most mesmerizing thing in the world...
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Sheldon sat bolt upright in bed, heart racing, breathing shallow. Abandoning all hope of sleep, he pulled on his robe and slipped out the door. Never before this year had he known that his eidetic memory could be a curse as well as a blessing. The memories, oh dear lord, the memories...he scrubbed his hand down his face in frustration. This was getting ridiculous. He pulled the door to the bathroom shut quietly, praying that the shower wouldn't awaken Leonard who would no doubt ask why he was in there in the middle of the night...or worse, assume.
Author's Note: Poor, poor Shelly, suffering in a situation of his own making. If only he could do something to change it...
Thanks for reading, please review, I'm a little apprehensive about putting this out there but figured, what the heck. I wrote it not long after Opening Night and it's just been sitting on my computer, taunting me ever since. LOL!