A/N: You are so nice to me with all your reviews, thank you so much! And thank you again my wonderful betas Hazelra7 and ShAmy4eva!
Amy's Apt., Glendale, May 27th 2015, 03:14 a.m.
Amy awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She squinted her eyes trying to decipher the time and the caller's identity. Sheldon, of course. Who else would have the nerve to call in the middle of the night. With an exasperated sigh she picked up the phone. "Sheldon, do you know what time it is?" She asked.
However, the condescending answer she expected, that knowledge and understanding of time and space were just some of the many things his beautiful brain was easily capable of, was not forthcoming, instead there were only harsh panting sounds at the other end of the line.
Amy was alarmed now. "Sheldon, is that you? Are you hurt?"
After an agonizingly long moment of more breathing sounds she finally heard his rough voice. "Yes, and no," he answered both of her questions subsequently.
"You're starting to scare me, what is happening?" Amy asked, sitting up in bed.
"I'm scared, too," was his hoarse reply.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Amy asked the first thing that came to mind, being no stranger to night terrors herself. However, Sheldon had never mentioned before experiencing nightmares – no wait, there was that instant when he thought Santa was going to blow him up… and he once told her about some aliens and a time machine, she vaguely remembered, but that had been a long time ago.
"You could say that. Bad, very bad…" He said roughly.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She proposed, trying to soothe him.
"Talk about it?" Sheldon suddenly exclaimed. "I'm only calling because according to our new agreement, I have to! And seriously, woman, that deep seducing voice of yours is not helping at all right now!"
"Deep seducing voice?" Amy repeated baffled. "Wait, hold on… This is about our agreement? What kind of Amy-related feelings are we talking about?"
"Those I experienced earlier this evening when your soft little body was pressed against me during our kiss… and I just seemed to have dreamt about it again… oh Dear Lord, this is only getting worse," he groaned, trying to get his breathing under control.
Amy still couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her cheeks and ears felt very warm suddenly. "Just to clarify… Is this the kind of situation that might turn, uhm… messy and sticky?"
"If Kolinahr fails me again, yes."
"Again?" Amy repeated nearly dumbstruck. "Uhm… so this is not the first time this has happened?"
"Not to this… extent," he replied haltingly. "I could usually… will it away. But this is the first time you made me talk about it."
"I made you? Oh my, you are really taking our new addendum very seriously," Amy said in wonder.
"Of course, I promised! The only thing I hadn't taken into account was that it would become… harder to control my urges when I stopped ignoring them and, uhm… started talking about them. What should I do now, Amy?" His voice begged, he was really at a loss, but his words alone were enough to spread a warm tingly feeling all over her body.
"Well, there is one way to get rid of it," Amy started slowly, her voice unintentionally sounding even deeper than normally.
"I am not committing self-abuse, woman! Dear Lord, are you using that voice on purpose just to torture me?" Sheldon groaned again.
"I am not. But now that you mention it, I could try to help you with your… situation," she said haltingly. It was like a dream to be talking about this – with Sheldon of all people!
"This is so embarrassing," he said in a small voice.
"It's only embarrassing if you let it be," Amy said calmly. Then she thought for a moment, contemplating her words and wondering how honest she could be, should she actually tell him. She made up her mind. "Would it help you if I got Gérard? Then you wouldn't be on your own with this…"
"Who's Gérard?" Sheldon demanded suspiciously.
"My electrical toothbrush," Amy answered.
"You might think you're making sense here, but you're really not… Why does it have a name and why would you need to brush your teeth now?" He asked confused.
"It's not for my teeth, more for… uhm, releasing tension," she offered as explanation, hoping he would take the hint.
"Oh, like a massage," he said.
Amy sighed. Of course being Sheldon she would have to become more explicit. "Sort of. Only localized to the bundle of nerves at the apex between my thighs whose sole purpose in the female anatomy is to induce pleasure."
She could actually hear him gulp through the phone now. Yup, he definitely got it now.
There was a pause, then she heard his strangled voice, "Why… why would you do that?"
Amy chuckled at his innocence. "Well, after five years of knowing you and promising you to be patient… I did tend to get frustrated… a lot… so that's my means to cope with it. And, to be honest… picturing you just now in your bed… in that, uhm… situation caused by an erotic dream about me… perhaps thinking of touching yourself, even though you would deny it and still try to fight it… that also does things to me…"
At first she could only hear his harsh breathing again, but then there was his voice, so low she nearly didn't recognize it. "What kind of things?" He asked, not objecting to her last statement.
Amy thought again that she must be dreaming. Did Sheldon just ask her to talk dirty to him? Well, he always loved talking… then she remembered their Dungeons & Dragons game two years ago. "You know when we had that love spell cast upon us," she started.
"I certainly won't need that now," he mumbled.
"I'm glad," she smiled. In a deep, throaty voice she continued. "Well, I never told you how much that aroused me, hearing your voice saying all those things you would do to me… I have that same aching feeling deep in my core now as if my loins are on fire. You surely know that the brain is the largest erogenous zone in the human body. My heart rate is elevated just by thinking about you. My fingers itch as I'm wondering whether to probe if there has been moisture gathering between my legs, preparing my body to welcome you…"
There was a deep moan now at the other end of the line, then Sheldon croaked, "Amy… are you… touching yourself right now?"
"Not yet. Are you?" She asked breathily.
"No… but I want to, so badly," he confessed.
"Tell me about your dream," she demanded, trying to nudge him into the right direction.
"Oh boy," he sighed, but complied. "Uhm… we were in my kitchen, like today," he started, his voice dropped an octave, "But you were sitting on the counter, and I was standing before you… you were kissing me hungrily, and your fingers were stroking through my hair. I was… I was pressing into you, my hands were kneading your lush posterior… and then you wrapped your legs around me and pulled me even closer to you… and suddenly your cardigan was gone and my hands… they were stroking your breasts… God Amy, I can't take this anymore, I need you so badly," he groaned.
"Oh Sheldon," Amy sighed, desperately wanting him to feel comfortable enough around her to let go. "Sheldon, you must know that what we were doing tonight affected me in exactly the same way as it did you. I was so frustrated when Leonard disturbed us," she paused, then made up her mind. She would have to take the lead to make it easier for him. "I'm reclining to a half-sitting position against the head board and wiggling out of my panties now," she slowly said while she did so. "I'm spreading my legs and insert two fingers between my folds… oh I'm wet already," she said in a surprised tone. Only Sheldon's harsh breathing could be heard on the other end of the line. "Okay… I'm uhm… lubricating my fingers, moving them to and fro... hmm," she moaned. "Now I circle my fingers around my clitoris, imagining it's your hand doing this to me… oh, it's already swollen," again she sounded surprised.
"What do you do?" She finally asked in a deep voice, reminding him of their role playing game again.
"I can't… I can't fight this anymore…" Sheldon sounded as if he was in agony now. "You have reduced me to my most basic urges now, woman," he said hoarsely.
"Please… let it go," Amy panted now. "I'm circling myself harder and faster now… I have the phone on loudspeaker to have both hands free… My left hand is stroking my breast, rolling and pinching my hardened nipple… Sheldon, I think I'm getting close… it's only you who does this for me…. Come for me, please," she was begging unashamedly now.
Just imagining what she was doing right now was nearly sending him over the edge, but hearing her begging him so wantonly in that alluring voice of hers was his undoing. He panted, "Amy… I surrender… you win… I'm taking myself in my hand now," he moaned loudly, "Oh Amy… this isn't gonna last long… I'm so hard…"
Amy just hummed in response, feeling her own release slowly building up while her fingers frantically circled her swollen nub.
Three strokes were all he needed, coming hard and fast all over his chest while he chanted her name, "Amy, Amy, oh yes, so good, AMMYYYY…"
Amy moaned softly, still trying to find her own release, but it seemed weird suddenly as Sheldon had already finished. Should she simply continue with him listening on the phone? She felt so self-conscious now as they weren't in it together anymore. Her movements slowed down, and for a while they only heard each other's labored breaths slowly returning to normal.
"Now that was… interesting," Amy said finally, suddenly feeling shy.
"It most certainly was," Sheldon agreed self-consciously. "Uhm… good thing that Leonard is sleeping at Penny's tonight," he finished sheepishly. Amy heard some shuffling noises, then he said, "I think… I really need a shower now…"
"Go ahead," Amy said understanding. This had been for Sheldon, after all. 'I'll finish up later,' she thought.
"Uhm, Amy?" He said after a short moment of silence.
"Mh-hm?" She replied, afraid of what to say if he asked her how it had been for her.
"Thank you… for, uhm… taking care of me. I will sleep more easily now. Uhm… perhaps we could… repeat that some time… face-to-face, perhaps?" He asked softly.
"I'd love that, Sheldon," Amy smiled a bit melancholic. Of course he wouldn't have learned empathy all of a sudden. However, it was actually nice what he said. Hmm… very nice indeed, she mused, thinking about the implications. "Sleep tight," she said warmly.
"You too. And Amy… I love you," he said.
"I know," she replied, hearing his chuckle before she hung up.
After a moment, she opened the drawer of her nightstand. "Bonsoir Gérard, mon cher ami… on se revoit finalement," she greeted her toothbrush with a sigh as it buzzed to life in reply.
A/N: I kind of borrowed the statement that it's only embarrassing if you let it be from Dormus Interruptus by Stephen-Hawking. You should go read it, there are all kinds of 'embarrassing' situations in there…