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"Please Amy, be with me tonight. I need you."
Those words kept playing in her head. Did he really say that? Since she arrived in Galveston she met a different Sheldon. The way he held her, their sweet conversation in the yard, how he trusted her, the way he declared his love for her… It was all too much for her. Amy wanted to be strong for him, to be firm, but she couldn't help but start crying.
"Oh, no! Amy, I'm sorry, what have I done?" He stared at her with his eyes opened wide and gloomy. "Please don't cry."
She was looking down. She tried, but words wouldn't come out. She had a waterfall of tears dropping from her eyes. She felt his hand on hers. He moved his hand to her chin, turning her face to him. "Amy." He offered her a box of tissues from his bag, and she murmured a 'thank you' and started cleaning all the mess of tears and blew her nose. After a while, feeling relieved, she turned to him and could speak again.
"I'm so-sorry Sheldon. I-I guess it was just too much for me at once."
"I understand. Sorry, Amy, for making you come here with all these problems, I-" She interrupted him by kissing his lips softly.
"Don't say that. I'm really glad that I came. I want to be here with you. It's just that you've never been this open with me about your feelings, it's all so new to me…" He kissed her again, moving his hands to her shoulders and then to her neck, caressing her nape slowly.
"Amy." He broke the kiss and kept his forehead in hers. "I should have told you those things a long time ago. I just couldn't see it all before as clear as I see them now. I'm not afraid of sharing my feelings with you anymore." As he spoke those words their eyes were fixed on each other, a connection they've never felt before. It was so intense they could see deep inside each other. "Amy, I love you."
"I love you too. I love you so much. I've always had." He cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers. They closed their eyes. After a while their mouths started moving slowly. Sheldon wanted to touch her so badly. All over her. His fingers touched slightly her cheeks, and he removed a strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. He slowly twisted his finger in her hair, curling it, when he let it go and touched her shoulder, making small circles with his palm. Amy's hand slowly fondled his knee, moving little by little to his thigh. Her other hand still held the crumpled tissue. She didn't know what else to do with her hand, then she broke the kiss and stared at Sheldon.
"Sheldon, I think we should take it slow."
He blushed, feeling sorry for being too forward. He removed his hands from her and looked down. "Sorry, Amy, I don't know what's happening to me. I just can't stop touching you."
Her face turned red with his honesty. She never thought Sheldon would say that to her. He barely touched her since they first met. She always craved for intimacy, but she had no experience in that area and she was surprised about how uncomfortable she also felt about touching him. She took a deep breath, straightened herself on the car seat.
"Sorry, I'm just not used to it, I need time, Sheldon. It's not that I don't want it, because I do." She smiled at him. He smiled back, also composing himself, and fastening the seatbelt.
"That's ok, Amy. I promise to take things slow." He reached her hand and squeezed it a bit. "Let's go now, we're both tired. I'll show you the way."
They left the hospital and Amy drove to his mother's house. When they arrived there, Sheldon helped her with her bags and took them upstairs. Amy followed him.
"Amy, would you mind sharing the bedroom with me? I promise we'll just sleep. No coitus."
She opened a wide smile. "Of course, I'd love that." She giggled a little with the idea of him mentioning coitus. They entered in his old bedroom and he showed her the bathroom so she could take a shower and relax.
While she was in the shower, he pushed the second bed onto the other one, forming a double bed. After finishing all preparations, he went downstairs to find something for them to eat. He realized he hadn't eaten all day, and Amy would probably be hungry as well. He started making grilled cheese sandwiches and eggs and poured them a glass of low pulp orange juice. He heard Amy coming downstairs and turned to see her. She was wearing her nightgown and a robe. It was a warm night, and he noticed she was feeling uncomfortable with all those clothes.
"Why don't you leave this robe out, we're alone here and it's a pretty warm night."
"But what if Ron arrives?"
"I'm pretty sure he won't mind, he's a nice man, you don't have to worry about him."
She still seemed insecure. She slowly took it off, hanging it on a chair. She was not wearing her regular long nightgown. Instead it was a red long sleeved nightgown, but it reached her knees. The neckline was a little lower than she used to wear, and he could see her collarbone, and she left opened the first button. Sheldon looked at her from head to toes, and moving around her, he kissed her head and pointed to a chair.
"Please take a seat, I'll start serving you dinner."
"It smells great, thanks for that!" She smiled at him. Sheldon served them and they started eating quietly, exchanging glances. After they finished eating, she collected the dishes. "Leave the dishes on me, I know you also need a shower."
"Thank you, Amy. I'm going upstairs so. Do you need anything before I go?"
"No, thank you, I'm fine. I'll just clean up the kitchen and then I'll go to bed."
He stood up and planted a kiss on her forehead, moving slowly to her cheek, kissing her jaw line, reaching her mouth. He gave her a long and soft kiss, and went upstairs.
She couldn't choose a side of the bed… Where would Sheldon prefer to sleep? After a while pondering on that, she decided to sleep opposite the door. The old bed was comfortable, but made a few noises when she lay down. She adjusted the pillow, pulled the sheets to her chest and turned to the door, waiting for Sheldon. She had never shared a bed before. It was so new to her. What if he snored? That's ridiculous, was that the problem? Obviously not. She was afraid of freaking out if he tried anything that night. What if he tried to remove her nightgown? Would he be disappointed with her body? Would he say anything? And if he removed her clothes, would she need to remove his as well? Or not? Would he let her touch him? So many variables for such a simple thing as sharing a bed.
She tried to clear her mind by staring at the pictures on the wall. Behind the door there was a train shaped wooden plaque with Sheldon's name in it. She smiled at the images from his childhood. Well, he was still that child, with all his love for trains. On the other side of the room, next to a frame with pictures of the siblings, an old Star Wars poster with Darth Vader. No one could deny this was Sheldon's room. Maybe she should have a closer look at those pictures. Before she could move the door opened, and dressed in a T-shirt and pajama pants he entered the room. He wanted to ask Amy something to make her feel comfortable about them sleeping together. 'Still awake?' No, no need for stating the obvious.
"Couldn't sleep yet?" Still obvious. He couldn't think of anything better to say. He has never been good at small talk.
"Yeah… I'm pretty tired, but I think I'm getting used to the room and the temperature. It's really hot inside."
"I know what you mean, Texas can be hell during summer." He sat on the border of the bed, trying not to look too much at her.
"Are you used to sleeping without your regular daily pajamas?"
"I am, but I still miss the clean daily pajamas." He looked at her. "And you, why did you change your regular nightgown?"
Of course he would notice that. She just didn't expect him to ask about it.
"Err… I bought a few clothes before I traveled, and also new sleepwear. I just didn't want to wear my old grandma's clothes anymore."
He felt really shy but still wanted to compliment her. He wanted to make up for the time he never said anything nice about her appearance. "Good. I liked it, you look very beautiful in it."
Amy's face and neck became red. Sheldon was now complimenting her? Twice in a day? She smiled, though. "Thank you."
At that moment his phone vibrated and he saw a message from Missy.
Ron will be spending the night at the hospital with Mom. Call me if you need anything. Sweet dreams – M
The idea of spending the night alone with Amy in the house gave Sheldon goosebumps. "Amy, apparently we are spending the night alone. Ron will stay at the hospital."
'Uh-oh' Amy thought. What did he mean by that? Would he try something? Deep down she wanted him to do so. Maybe if she changed the topic it wouldn't be so awkward.
"And any news from your mother?" 'Ok, that was not a good one' she thought. 'Great way to kill the mood.'
"No, I guess it will take time until she wakes up from her coma." Sheldon said in awe. Even though he was relieved to be there with Amy, he was apprehensive about his mother's situation.
"She will be fine, Sheldon." She tried to cheer him up. "I'm here with you, if you need anything you can count on me, ok?"
"Thank you Amy, you don't know how much I appreciate that you came to Texas to be with me." He lay on the bed on his side, facing her. "I'm so lucky to have you as my girlfriend."
She turned to face him. Looking deep inside his blue eyes, she smiled, noticing a teardrop falling from his eye. She moved her hand to clean it from his cheek, and when she did that he turned his face a little and kissed her palm, still staring at her. He closed his eyes, and placed his hand on hers, fondling her arm and reached her mouth in a long, warm kiss. Her lips parted, and he slowly met her tongue with his. His body moved closer to hers, their legs met, and he started caressing her calf with his toes. He gradually slipped his hand to her waist, and then to her thigh, reaching the beam of her nightgown. He moved his hand back, lifting the fabric up, until he could feel the skin of her waist. He touched her with the tips of his fingers, as if she was made of the most delicate material. He could feel her soft skin, it was so smooth and warm. He was so aroused.
Amy felt his hand on her skin. She shivered. 'Hoo' she thought, but wouldn't dare to let it out. She couldn't even explain the sensation, it was like heaven, if such thing existed. Her hand was still placed on his shoulder, she wondered if she would have the courage to move it, mirroring his movements. She slid her hand to his arm, slowly caressing his skin. It was amazing. His arms were not strong, but they were firm enough. She was relieved that she could manage to touch him like that. It was awesome. She took courage to continue her explorations and moved her hand to his chest, touching him over his shirt. Who would think that she would finally be able to do that one day? That Sheldon would let her touch him like that, so close, in such intimate way? Sheldon slowly moved his hand to her stomach. She was so concerned about her non-athletic belly that she flinched at his touch. He looked at her confused. "Sorry, did I do anything wrong? Was I too forward?"
"No, not at all" she answered quickly. "I'm just... not so confident with my body…" She looked away, blushing.
"But why? I don't understand."
"Sheldon, you know I'm no model" her face turned red, she felt so ashamed of herself she couldn't look at him anymore. She turned to the other side, sinking her head in the pillow.
He moved closer, hugging her from behind. "Amy, look at me." He took away the hair from her face.
"I can't." She shook her head. One of the reasons she was so afraid of intimacy was because of her insecurity regarding her own body.
"Why would you need to be a model? You're a neurobiologist. You don't need another profession." Sheldon was confused. He didn't understand why she suddenly stopped what they were doing. Wasn't she liking it?
Why did he always have to take things so literally? "Sheldon, I'm afraid you're not going to like... what you'll see."
"Amy, there isn't a single thing about you that I don't like. I like all of you. I love you." His hand was resting on her waist, and started slowly moving up and down. "You're just perfect the way you are. I told you already you are so beautiful. If you want me to I can say that again. Amy Farrah Fowler, you're beautiful."
She turned again to his side, and now they were even closer than before. She kissed him tenderly, cupping his cheek. Her hand slid to his hair, and she gave little kisses on his cheek, moving to his neck, while her hand fondled his back. Sheldon gently moved his hand up, touching the side of her breast. She swallowed, feeling her whole body thrill. She had never experienced that before. He slowly moved his body down, cupping her breast and kissed her nipple, sucking it slightly. When he turned to her other breast, he spun her to her back, positioning his body on the top of her. While he kissed and caressed her nipple, his free hand slid to her waist, slowly moving under her panties. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt his fingers touching her folds. It was so amazing that she didn't want him to stop, even though she didn't know if she was ready for coitus. He kissed her stomach, moving down to her navel, and with both hands he took out her panties. Without stopping, he kissed her thigh and spread her legs, watching her girl parts amazed. He couldn't help but touch her. He was on his knees, the bed making strange noises, but he didn't even notice. He was hypnotized by her. He wanted to explore this new territory, he wanted to know every single piece of her. Lying beside her, he kissed her deeply, while he let his hand find out the ways to pleasure her. Moving his finger through her wetness, he found a spot that made her body shake a little. 'Interesting.' He touched her there again, same reaction. He moved his finger down and up again, slowly, until he hit that spot once more. Her body shook harder. He decided to play with that, watching her react to his touch, delighted. He started kissing her neck while he kept rubbing her clit, feeling her entire body shiver and move with his touch. "How do you feel?"
She could barely speak. All she was able to murmur was "Don't stop!"
He grinned, feeling so happy for being able to please her. 'I do excel in everything.' He was still Sheldon, anyway. He kissed her nipple again, and she arched her body, feeling the highest pleasure she had ever felt in her whole life. When she climaxed, she held her breath, turning her head to both sides, her body rigid and her hand grabbing his arm. "Please stop!" That was all she could say. And she slowly let her breath out, relaxing her whole body and turning her head to kiss him deeply.
After a few minutes, they were cuddling, and he was caressing her arm.
"Amy, I know you wanted to take things slow. Do you wish to continue? If you want to stop I understand."
She was so overwhelmed with everything that just happened that she didn't know what to think. A part of her wanted to finish it, another was insecure if she would be able to do it. Maybe they should stop now. But she knew it wouldn't be fair to him. He pleasured her in an amazing way and he deserved to be pleasured as well. She looked deep in his eyes and could see he wanted her badly. She also wanted him. "I want to, but I'm scared." She confessed.
"That's ok, Amy, I know it's all new for you, as it is new for me as well. I want us to feel comfortable with each other, there's no need to rush." He kissed her, assuring her that she could trust him.
"Maybe we can continue a little bit… But if I ask you to stop would you do that?"
"Of course. Just signalize when and we stop."
"Thank you for understanding me." And their tongues met again in a fully passionate kiss. He finished removing her nightgown, throwing it to the foot of the bed, and she started removing his T-shirt. He sat up and let her take it off from his head, and then they started to work on his pants. She started removing it slowly, and he grabbed his pants and underpants and took them off at once, kicking them out as well. They both sat up, staring at each other, admiring their naked bodies. She blushed at the sight of his erection, but she kept looking at him. He found her shyness amusing, he grinned at her and touched her bare legs, massaging her. As they kissed again, they slowly lowered themselves, until they were lying down with him on the top of her. He positioned himself between her legs, and she felt his erection throbbing on her wetness. They stared at each other, smiling, both breathing heavily. He swallowed, reaching her mouth for a kiss, as he slowly started grinding his body on hers. She caressed his back, moving her hips together with his.
As he couldn't handle that anymore, he broke the kiss. "Amy, I think this is the time when I have to put on a condom. Do you wish to proceed?"
She swallowed, her body shaking a little, excited and frightened at the same time. "I do."
"If you want to stop it you can still do it, ok? Just let me know."
She nodded. He rolled his body to the right, opening the drawer of the nightstand, and picked a condom from a box. He sat up and looked at her, showing it. "I bought it at the hospital's drugstore. I was so happy when you said you were coming here that I felt it could be the moment for us to get closer."
She beamed with his confession. "I'm glad you thought of that."
He quickly read the instructions on the back of the package, opened it and rolled the condom down. He placed the package on the nightstand, lay down again and returned to his position over her. They stared at each other while he rubbed her wetness, finding her entrance. He slowly entered inside of her. She closed her eyes tightly, holding his wrist firmly, until he was completely inside of her. He kissed her cheeks and her mouth, and she relaxed her body again and he started thrusting inside of her. Her eyes opened again and they gazed at each other, as they got closer to their climax. Sheldon kissed her lips, moving faster now, as she moved together with him. As they reached orgasm, he relaxed his body over hers. Propped on his elbows, he placed both hands on her head, caressing her hair, while he kissed her mouth passionately. They were both breathing heavily, as the wave of pleasure flooded their bodies. He laid his head on her chest, with his arms under her shoulders, until his heart beat in a regular pace again.
"Amy" He looked at her again and smiled. "This was amazing. I never thought that coitus felt like that."
"Me neither. I love you, Sheldon."
"I love you too." He never thought he could mean so much with such a short sentence.
