A Quiet Confidence: Chapter 4
Summary: He doesn't realize how his words and actions affect her. How his quiet confidence sends shivers down her spine. Or does he?
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"OK, Amy. Enough is enough." He said as soon as they were inside, and the door was closed. "We need to have a talk about what is going on with you."
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Amy couldn't believe she was being confronted right now. Why did she make her issues so obvious? She could've just agreed to go to the movies, it wouldn't have been that bad.
"Something has clearly been bothering you lately and we need to talk about it." Sheldon said, snapping her out of her musings. What is she supposed to say? She can't admit to what was really going on. He'll think she was weak, with no control of herself, a captive of her bases urges. She looked around the living room trying to come up with some kind of… lie. She had to lie to Sheldon, and it had to be believable. "Are you going to tell me what's going on…" He trailed off, stepping closer to her. For some reason, she took a step back, too, hitting her back against the door. He wanted answers and she had no escape. "Or am I going to have to coax it out of you?" A familiar change was taking over her boyfriend and Amy knew she had to think fast. He clasped his hands together behind him in what she liked to secretly call the "evil genius pose." He took on this pose when coming up with something devious, or when he already knew the answer to his question. Either of those two scenarios did not look good for her.
"Let's examine the symptoms, shall we…" He said, beginning to slowly pace back and forth in front of her. "Increased heart rate…" he motioned at her neck with his hand as he said this no doubt referring to the visible pulse there. "Rapid breathing…" he added as he watched her chest rise and fall more heavily than usual. "Inability to stay focused…" the list was growing and Amy wondered if there was a type of disease out there that could make these symptoms plausible. How else was she going to explain it all? "Flushed skin…" He said, as he stopped pacing to look at her more thoroughly. She felt the entire weight of his gaze, and it was making her knees weak. Dear lord now is not the time to let this feeling take over. She needed a plan.
"Sh-sheldon… I…" He stepped even closer, actively invading her personal space by standing directly before her. "Can't form coherent sentences…" he continued to enumerate her 'symptoms,' and his close proximity froze her in place. Her body was responding to his presence and there wasn't anything she could do about it. "Sweating…" he added to the list as he ran his fingers up her arm. She shivered involuntary and could swear that he smirked in response. "Shivering and hot to the touch…" His voice was deeper now, clearly getting closer to a conclusion. She was feeling so much tension right now, it was hard to think. That little touch of his fingers had ignited a fire that was incredibly difficult to ignore. "These symptoms could only mean one thing." He said looking down at her with piercing blue eyes. "I think it's pretty obvious."
Amy closed her eyes. Just tell me already. She though. Just tell me whatever ridiculous disease you've come up with so I can pretend to agree. She needed relief. She needed to go take care of herself, and then take an extra cold shower for good measure. Maybe two showers.
"Amy Farrah Fowler…" His breath was on her cheek now and boy was it hard to concentrate on anything else. He had ignited all of her senses. Just tell me… she needed to take care of the throbbing between her thighs
"You…" Why was he so close? Why was he tormenting her? Why—
"are…" her heart was beating out of her chest now, she couldn't take this much longer. JUST TELL ME ALREADY!
"Aroused…" She gasped as he pressed his mouth to hers. He knew. He could tell. There was no hiding it from him.