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Second fic from one shot week, thanks for the prompt anony! I loved writing this ;)

Prompt: Sheldon wants it but Amy isn't putting out...yet ;)

Amy sat propped up in bed reading. Her legs were outstretched, with the toes repetitively clenching and unclenching. Her nightgown had slid up her body, revealing her upper thigh. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the light from her small lamp reflected shining brunette tones. Her fingers delicately turned the pages of her book and her forehead and nose were crinkled in concentration.

It was driving Sheldon crazy.

He had been watching her from his bedroom door for a while now and she still hadn't noticed his lurking shadow.

He slowly crossed the room, Amy still did not look up.

Silently, Sheldon climbed onto the bed and swung one of his legs over her own outstretched ones to sit, carefully, just above her knees.

Amy ignored this action and continued with her book, still turning the pages.

Sheldon shuffled in his seat and sat further forward onto her pelvis, attempting to gain eye contact.

Still no reaction.

Sheldon sighed and moved to sit next to her instead. They sat together in silence before Sheldon became fidgety again. Amy rolled her eyes without him noticing.

Looking for her attention, Sheldon began kissing Amy's temple and slowly worked his way down to her cheek and then to her neck.

Amy still made no reaction, eyes focused on the pages in front of her.

"Amy" Sheldon moaned as he pecked her skin with soft kisses.

"Mmm?" Amy hummed, not even responding with words.

"I want you" he purred.

"And I want to read" she responded bluntly.

"Please?" he asked, trying to make eye contact. She would never be able to resist these soulful eyes.

However, he was wrong. Amy glanced up but quickly resumed her novel.

Clearly nothing was going to happen tonight so Sheldon clambered off the bed and changed into his pyjamas.

Amy peeked over the top of her book to see his glowing skin, smooth over the tight muscles on his back. She blinked several times and forced herself to concentrate on her reading.

Nevertheless, she couldn't help herself and stole another glance but, was disappointed to see he was now buttoning up a heavy flannel night shirt.

He lifted the corner of the sheet on his side and climbed into bed, facing away from Amy.

There was silence.

"Sheldon?" Amy whispered.

"Mmm?" he responded with his eyes tightly shut.

"How about when I've finished this chapter?"

Sheldon spun round quickly to face her and planted a kiss on her lips.

She smiled and turned to speed through her reading whilst Sheldon waited patiently.

"Why don't you read to me?" he rested his head on her forearm to read over her shoulder.

"Okay" Amy replied and began to read out loud.

Her voice was slow, gentle and soft, making her words sound more like a lullaby rather than a novel on 12th Century England.

Not long after, Amy went to turn another page, nearing the end of the chapter and made a fleeting glace at Sheldon, who was still leaning on her shoulder. This glimpse turned into a double-take when she saw Sheldon's eyes firmly shut and could hear his steady breathing.

He had fallen asleep.

Amy felt that, as the one who had initiated the prospect of coitus, he should follow through. Although, now he looked so peaceful and so adorable, snuggled up to her under the soft sheets.

She leant down and placed delicate 'goodnight kiss' on his lips, waking him.

He yawned and stretched, "I wasn't asleep! Are you ready?"

"Are you sure you're not too tired?" Amy teased.

"Definitely not" he growled.

Sheldon wrapped his arms around Amy and rotated until she was lying on top of him.

Their faces edged closer together until their hungry lips met.

The book fell, discarded, onto the floor.