Entering the bedroom after his shower, Sheldon stops and watches as Amy quickly removes her pink and black polka dotted underwear, leaving her completely naked as she stands in front of their closet, seemingly having second thoughts about her choice of dress for their Christmas Eve dinner party.
Tossing the towel wrapped around his waist in the hamper as he walks by, Sheldon quickly crosses the room and embraces his wife as he brushes her hair aside and huskily whispers, "hi," into her ear while lightly brushing his fingers across the skin of her abdomen.
"Hey handsome," Amy softly replies as she grasps Sheldon's hand when he begins to drift south and moves it back to much safer terrority. "We don't have time for that. I'm kicking myself for not joining you in the shower."
"Let me take care of you," Sheldon pleads once again. "It's been awhile since we've had an afternoon delight."
"Even our 'quickies' while our children nap take at least an hour because someone believes he's the King of Foreplay... a title which belongs to Leonard, by the way," Amy teases before turning around in Sheldon's arms. "I want nothing more than to lock that door and have my wicked way with you... but I still need to set the table, make the salad and gravy, convince your Mini-Me to choose the cherry kool-aid I selected for tonight with minimal complaints, nurse Samuel again and..."
"Shh, I'll help you with all of that. I can make you come in 3 minutes, which will help you to relax," Sheldon boldly proclaims to his wife's raised eyebrow, before questioning "Where are Amelia and Samuel?"
"Samuel fell asleep while I was nursing him and I placed him in his swing right outside our bedroom door", she points out, "where Amelia is also watching Professor Proton. Access denied, Stud."
"Fine," Sheldon huffs before pinching Amy's cute ass as he pulls away, causing her to grin at him. "Did you see your Christmas underwear yet?" he wonders.
"I haven't," she admits as she walks over to the bed where the bag is laying on her pillow. "I was waiting for you."
Sitting on the bed next to Amy, Sheldon lightly massages her back in the one spot he knows constantly bothers her as she opens the pink Victoria's Secret bag and reaches inside to remove the tissue paper before pulling out a red satin baby doll cami and a pair of matching lace thong underwear.
"Really?"Amy questions as she inspects the underwear, attempting to determine which side is the front. "Hmm, you never fail to surprise me, Mr. Cooper."
"Do you like it?" Sheldon wonders before stealing a kiss.
"I do. I saw you eyeing this and was going to go back to get it for Valentine's Day," Amy admits. "The thong underwear, however... I think I may have a major wedgie all evening."
"You don't have to..." Sheldon starts, being interrupted by a tiny fist knocking on their door.
"Let me in!" Amelia calls out to them. 'I gotsa pee!"
"I'll wear them," Amy quickly answers Sheldon. "Where's your robe?" she wonders as she locates her robe and quickly pulls it on so she can open the door.
"In the wash," Sheldon answers while crawling under their blankets to cover himself.
Turning back to make sure Sheldon is covered before opening the door, Amy winks at Sheldon and softly questions, "why did we decide to have children?" of her husband, causing him to chuckle. Unlocking the door, Amelia immediately runs past and into the bathroom, not even stopping to say hi to her parents.
Shutting the door behind Amelia, Amy quickly slips on the thong underwear and moves the edge of her grey terrycloth robe aside, flashing the briefest peek to Sheldon as they hear the toilet flush and the water turn on.
"Don't let Amelia on the bed," Sheldon requests to his wife's amused smirk. "In fact, if you could leave the room so I can calm myself..."
"Calm yourself or m-a-s-t-u-r-b-a-t-e?" She spells out as Amelia opens the bathroom door.
"Amy!" Sheldon exclaims as he sees Amelia appear in front of them.
"What? It's a legitimate question," Amy replies while attempting to usher Amelia out of the room. "I can't remember where I left your necklace, Wookiee. Can you go find it for me?" she requests.
"I shoulda gave it to Daddy. He 'members everything!" Amelia huffs before going to her bedroom to search for her necklace.
Locking the door behind her this time, Amy crosses the room in three steps and pulls her robe off before crawling up on the bed and straddling Sheldon.
"I just brought us ten minutes before she gives up," She explains before Sheldon's lips crash into hers in a bruising kiss.
Burrying her head in the crook of Sheldon's neck as the wails of their son disrupt their sexy time, Amy sighs heavily as she crawls off the bed and securly knots the robe around her waist.
"Perfect timing, Samuel Robert," Amy whispers as she opens the door of their bedroom to find Amelia trying to get Samuel to take his pacifier.
"He's mad!" Amelia points out as Samuel spits out his paci again.
"He's hungry. Thank you for trying to help, Wookiee," Amy praises as she picks up Samuel.
"Mama, how come Sammy eats from your boobies but Zoe's baby brother eats from a bottle?" Amelia wonders as she hands Sammy's blanket to her Mommy.
"Well..." Sheldon hears Amy begin as she pulls the door shut.
Sighing, he flops his head back against Amy's pillows and closes his eyes, willing his erection, which Amy lovingly calls Marcel, to disapate. They rarely have sporadic moments of intimacy anymore, between tending to the children and Amy's frequent trips since winning the Nobel.
They really need a romantic, kid-free weekend away, Sheldon thinks to himself as he closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of his Vixen. Not helping, he decides as he rolls to his side of the bed and turns on their bluetooth radio. Amy uses it more than he does, so he decides to just listen to her playlist .
As the sixth song, "Do Right Woman, Do Right Man" comes on, he finally feels Marcel going back to sleep as Amy enters the room and locks the door.
"I really got you wound up," Amy apologizes. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," he reassures. "It's retracting. Are the children content for the moment?"
"Samuel is happy and content in the swing and Amelia is still hunting for her necklace," Amy reassures as she pulls said necklace from the top drawer of the dresser and lays it on top. "I need to quickly dress and then go downstairs to finish everything."
"What can I do to help?" Sheldon wonders.
"I can never get the gravy to turn out like Meemaw's. Can you make it?" she requests as she unties her robe and lets it drop to the floor.
"Mmmhmm," Sheldon hums, cursing his libido as Marcel reawakens.
He rolls so his back is to Amy and closes his eyes once again as "Darlin" by the Beach Boys comes on. He hasn't been able to listen to it since he sang it to Amy when she was in the hospital, the emotions it envokes in him much too intense and raw. He feels hinself becoming choked up and fights the tears coming to his eyes, hoping against the odds that Amy won't notice.
"Zip me... hey, what's wrong?" she whispers as she walks to the edge of the bed and sits next to Sheldon.
"This song... um... I sang this to you when you were unconscious," he explains as Amy quickly turns it off. "I haven't been able to listen to it since."
"Scoot," Amy demands as she lays down next to him and wipes away his tears. "I'm here. I'm healthy. Our children are beautiful and perfect..." she whispers.
"I know," he reassures.
"Truth? Train of thought," she quietly requests while pulling their blanket around them.
"When I went on my train trip, it was this song that helped me to realize that I love you. I... I had no idea you knew about that. I only confessed it when you were unconscious," he explains. "How'd you know?"
"Meemaw told me about it on our wedding day," Amy explains.
"I love the way you've softened my life with your love," Sheldon whispers. "You're the dryer sheet of my heart."
"You're the lint trap of my love," Amy whispers back.
"We're disgustingly sappy," Sheldon decides before kissing his pouting wife's lips. "Red lipstick?" he requests once again.
"Hair up or down?" she questions.
"Down, always down. Truth? I love when you curl your hair but if you don't have time tonight..."
"I do. If you can start making the gravy, make the salad and convince Wookiee that she wants fruit punch, I'll curl my hair," Amy bargins.
"Deal. Any special requests for me?" Sheldon wonders.
"That cologne I love but you never wear because it's so expensive... the black bottle I got when in Amsterdam," Amy replies.
"Okay," Sheldon immediately agrees as he pecks her lips then cracks the door to listen for the children.
Hearing Amelia growl in frustration, Sheldon shuts the door and warns, "Wookiee's aporoaching nuclear meltdown."
Jumping out of bed, Amy grabs the necklace and rushes out the door calling to Amelia, "look what Daddy found!"
This is going to be the longest party of his life, Sheldon decides.