Amy and Sheldon had relocated to Amy's bedroom.

Amy was sat on her bed, facing the headboard, while Sheldon had pulled up the chair from the corner of her room, and placed it behind her.

"You need to remove your shirt." Sheldon instructed.

Amy did as she was asked, revealing her leopard-spotted Victoria's Secret bra to Sheldon.

He poured some massage oil onto his hand and rubbed them together.

"Oh wow, that's oily!" He commented, pulling a face.

Amy turned around. "Well it is oil." She chuckled.

Sheldon was about to rub the oil on to Amy's back, then he paused.

"You may need to remove your…Your undergarment."

"My bra?" Amy asked.

"Yes. Well, you don't have to remove it. You can undo it, that's fine."

Amy turned around again and met her boyfriend's eyes with a twinkle in her eye.

"Or you could do it?"

Sheldon stared wide-eyed at the clasp holding the undergarment together.

"Um…I suppose I could." He stammered, putting the oil bottle on the floor.

How do I do this?

As if reading his mind, Amy spoke up again. "It's not hard, Sheldon. You just unhook it."

Taking a breath, he slowly reached out and successfully unhooked the bra.

"I did it!"

"Yeah. Apparently most guys have problems doing that…Not that I would know." She pulled a face.

"It was easy enough." Sheldon smiled to himself, feeling a momentary bout of cockiness.

Sheldon applied the oil from his hands onto Amy's back, and then pressed the tips of his fingers against her skin firmly.

Amy let out a breath. She could already feel what she could only describe as an electrical current running from Sheldon's fingers to her back.

He moved his hands up to her shoulders and applied some more pressure, rolling his hands over her shoulder blades.

Amy felt an immense surge of pleasure.

As Sheldon moved his thumbs to massage Amy's neck, she stopped him.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong? Did I press too hard?" Sheldon asked, concerned.

"No, no, I just felt…Um…"

"You felt aroused, didn't you?" Sheldon asked.

There was a hint of something in his voice, but Amy couldn't pinpoint what it was.

It wasn't annoyance, and it wasn't anger or exasperation.

It just seemed like he was smiling as he said it.

Amy turned to sneak a look at Sheldon's face, which now held a blank expression of concentration as he continued to massage Amy's shoulders.

She frowned as she faced the front again.

Was he, in his own Sheldon-like way, coming onto her?!

Amy felt Sheldon's thumbs press on her neck again, and she bent her head a little so that he could massage her neck properly.

"Did you know that the human neck supports about 1/7 of the total body weight?" He said softly, bending his head closer so that Amy felt his warm breath on her neck.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Sheldon stopped massaging for a moment. "Forgive me…" He said.

Just as Amy was about to ask "for what?", Sheldon had made a bold move and was dropping light kisses from her right shoulder, all up her neck to her jawline.

Every part of Amy's body tingled with pleasure.

She felt her boyfriend's hands run nervously but smoothly down her sides, reaching her waist.

"Sheldon?" Amy squeaked. "Is what you're doing there purely instinctive or have you been taught?"

Sheldon pulled back slightly, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I've seen Leonard do this to Penny many times. While it initially repulsed me, what with all the unnecessary touching someone else's body and kissing them, I find myself wanting to do it to you, and it feels…Well, right."

Amy nodded, biting her lip. "So, is that it for the massage?"

"No. We've only just begun…With your permission, I'd like to continue."

Amy nodded.

Sheldon squirted some more lavender oil onto his hands and rubbed them together.

He began to apply the oil to Amy's waist, and kneaded it in.

Working his way up, he massaged all the way up her stomach. He felt Amy tense up, and recalled their earlier conversation.

"You're not fat, Amy." He said. "I love you how you are."

Realising what he had just said, his eyes flew wide, and his hands stopped where they were.

There was a long silence.

Sheldon swallowed, anticipating Amy's response.

"You…Love me?" She asked, quietly.

"Um…"

"Sheldon! You just said 'I love you how you are'. You told me you loved me. Is that true?"

Sheldon took a deep, audible breath. "Yes, it's true." He looked shyly at the floor, pursing his lips.

"Did you mean for me to find out this way?"

Sheldon shook his head. "I had it all planned out." He replied, quietly. "I wanted to tell you a few months down the line, but I've ruined it."

"How have you ruined it?" Amy was incredulous. "This is better than all of the presents you gave me, squared…Cubed even!"

Sheldon looked up at his girlfriend, his face a lot brighter than it had been seconds ago, and a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"For the record, I love you too." Amy replied, beaming.

Sheldon's eyes shone and he smiled a genuine smile.

The two of them shared a quick, shy kiss, Sheldon's hands still firmly rooted to where he had left them.

"By the way, congratulations, you found second base!" Amy chuckled.

Sheldon blinked, horrified. He recoiled. "I'm sorry!" He spluttered, not knowing what to do with his hands now.

"Don't be." Amy replied, putting her tank top back on, hurriedly, sensing that Sheldon might be uncomfortable now.

They sat on Amy's bed and talked for a long time, trying to change the subject of conversation back to one of their usual topics.

Eventually, Sheldon looked at Amy in the eye.

"I hope you had a pleasant birthday with me." He said, sincerely.

"I had the best birthday I could ever ask for." Amy replied. "Thank you."

Sheldon nodded, just as he felt another sudden surge of courage.

He leaned down and kissed Amy on the mouth, deeply.

The way he had seen Leonard do with Penny, Priya and Stephanie, and all the other girls he had dated.

Sheldon knew that his friends referred to this action as 'making out'.

Or first base, even.

Amy was now in total shock, wondering if the entire day had been a dream. She pinched her arm and realised it was real.

Her physicist boyfriend was now caressing the sides of her body, trying to lift her tank top off again, whilst still making out with her.

Amy made a slight moaning noise, and then broke away, turning to look at her alarm clock.

00:17

"Are you definitely sure you want to do this?"

Sheldon just nodded. "Surprise!" He said, shrugging slightly.

"Okay…But, it's not my birthday anymore." Amy frowned.

Sheldon smiled, with a twinkle in his eye. "I know."

..

A/N: The End! ;) After reading the taping report from 6x14 (and this story being set a long while after that episode!), I figured that this would hopefully be a little more realistic. (And come on, kinky Sheldon; who doesn't want to see that?! I know I do!) Hope you enjoyed this final chapter. Tried to still keep them as in character as possible, and make it tasteful! Please review and thank you for reading! :)