Thank you to MPHS95 for being my beta on this for me and to Vamplover669 for another great idea. Thank you for reading! Again I own none of this!
"All mine" Sheldon says as he presses her against the door with his hands on either side of her, trapping her with his body.
'He called Zack the Neanderthal' Amy thought. 'This is an animalistic display of dominance if there ever was one.'
It's a good thing she is well versed on how to handle primates when they get unruly.
"Yours." She whispers before he crushes his mouth against hers, causing warring factions inside of herself.
The feminist inside of her rebels against this macho display he is putting on and wanted to say that as a modern woman she rejected being claimed like property.
Yet the other part of her wants nothing more than to be claimed by him against this door, right now.
"Honestly Sheldon you are acting like an alpha male gorilla right now." She tells him with faux anger as she comes up for air.
"But you like monkeys." He says huskily as his hands fumble with the tie on the robe finally opening it and pushing it of her shoulders.
"Yes, but you may as well have pulled down your pants and peed on me then turned and taunted Leonard with your genitals."
"Amy, I have accidentally seen Leonard nude before. I wouldn't want to shame the man that badly as that would just be cruel." He said before his mouth turning into a little half smile.
Amy bites her lip and gazes up at him as she contemplated the perfect reply.
"I may not have the most experience but I am sure you could put most men to shame Dr. Cooper." Her voice spoke in a sensual tone, sending an electric current through his already wired body.
"Oh, God! Amy what you do to me." Sheldon beseeched.
Burying his face in her neck, Sheldon bit and sucked before he moves his mouth to the now exposed length of her shoulder. When situated, he grabs her leg and hitches it around his body before running his hand tenderly up its length. He stopped at her behind which he gives a squeeze.
'What had he called them earlier? Her stems?' Amy thinks giggling to herself. What an old fashioned term, he might as well of called them her gams, but in many ways Sheldon is an old fashioned man.
Amy thinks back to two days ago when he had surprised her by pressing her against the door. She was afraid of his motivations because it was so out of character for him.
Now his motivations are clear as he presses against her, his desire palpable between them. With that in mind an idea strikes Amy, but she must implement it by stopping this while she still can.
"Sheldon." She whispers as he dips his head lower kissing her collar bone, burying his face in her cleavage.
"Mmmhmm." He mumbles in acknowledgement.
"We have to stop." Amy tells him and he drops her leg.
"Why, did I do something wrong?" He asks dejected.
"No, you are doing everything right. It's just that I need to get home, shower and get dressed. If we keep going at this rate, I might not ever wear clothes again."
"Is there a problem with that?" He asks against her mouth as he kisses her.
Amy feels herself starting to lose the will power to resist him but she rallies her courage. "I need to go home." She says determined breathing the words into his ear.
"Fine, then can I come with you? I don't really want to hang around here and risk awkward conversations with Leonard. Maybe I can spend the night at your place tonight."
"But it is a school night." Amy says shocked he would even suggest it.
"AAnnnddd… we go to the same school." Sheldon says cocking is head to one side. "You can drive me to work in the morning."
"You said that you would not step foot into my bedroom even if I transformed my bedroom into the TARDIS and walking through it would transport you into the future where you could buy robot eyes."
"Well, that was when you were all over sexed, and I thought you would try and trick me into seeing my bathing suit parts."
"Well I guess that is not a problem anymore. I am intimately acquainted with your 'bathing suit parts' now." Amy purrs as she reaches down to stroke him.
Sheldon growls deep in his throat pressing himself deeper into her hand. "I thought you wanted to stop." He growls again as his eyes roll back as Amy continues her assault.
"You want me to stop?" she replies coyly undoing his zipper and freeing him.
"No" he begs reveling in her touch aching for the release that has been plaguing him since this morning's dream.
"Too bad." She whispers into his ear. She puts his member back in his pants and zips him up before ducking around his arm and sneaking out of the embrace. She quickly sprints around him gathering her clothes and then sneaks out the door, leaving him staring after her dumbfounded.
"Now back a bag we leave in ten." She calls from outside.
"Vixen." He mumbles shaking his head as he retrieves his emergency overnight bag from his closet.
A short time later, the couple arrive at Amy's apartment. After telling Sheldon to make himself comfortable, she goes to take a shower.
Amy lets the hot water run over her body soothing her muscles and clearing her mind. It has been an interesting couple of days…wonderful ones, but certainly a lot to take in. She is still in shock that Sheldon wants to spend the night. Usually, he relished his alone time.
She had him now and was positive that he will not run because he will be forced to answer all her questions.
'Would she ever have enough from him?' she chides herself. She had his body, he told her that she had his heart, but she still needed more.
Now she was after a more cerebral quarry as she wanted to unlock the mysteries of his mind and discover the parts of himself that he keeps locked away.
Amy shuts off the shower and goes to get dressed, skipping the stockings and the cardigan today.
When she steps back into the living room, she finds her boyfriend sitting ram rod straight on the couch. The television is off but she can see he has his phone out and has been keeping himself occupied. Amy sits next to him on the couch. Sheldon looks up at her and smiles putting the phone back in his pocket.
"Sheldon may I ask you a question that has been troubling me."
"Certainly." He says turning towards her looking worried.
"So you said you are at a negative one, huh? While I am at a positive five, may I ask how you arrived at that number?"
"Is that all you want, you had me worried! You see you have had to fend off zero women from me, save the woman in your imagination, Penny, who does not even count as one." He tells her smugly." I have never even dated anyone prior to you, my record is impeccably clean."
"That's not what Raj told me." Amy says with a coquettish tilt to her head
"Raj told you what exactly?" he ask confused
"Oh just that you have quite a few woman in your repertoire."
"I have no woman in my repertoire. I have no repertoire to speak of! I have no idea what he is taking about. I miss the days when he was unable to speak to women."
"What about Ramona Nowitski or Lalita Gupta?"
"Oh is that what he is talking about? Well I was not even aware I was in some sort of symbiotic relationship until she was trying to steal credit for my work. Lalita was just me having dinner with a beloved children's book character. Raj blew that way out of proportion like he is prone to do."
"Why are you dredging up all this stuff from the past? Both of those instances were way before I even met you." Sheldon says anger rising in his voice
"I just want to talk." Amy says weakly not wishing to push him too far lest he bolt.
"Amy, we talk all the time, the first four years of our relationship has been all talk."
"Exactly, and yet I never knew about Ramona, Lalita, or Martha until Raj opened his big mouth at Girls Night. You have to admit that you keep things from me. There are parts of yourself that you keep hidden."
"Martha! Raj forced me to go on a date with her. He had to bribe me with a Green Lantern light and autographed Hulk hands to make me see her. "
"Raj had to bribe you to date me with a dirty sock. It seems like you got more out of the relationship with Martha." Amy meant it as a joke, but she can tell Sheldon does not find it funny as his nostrils flare and looks like he is trying to gather his words.
"Amy, normally my goal in first meeting someone is to make as little eye contact as possible and to notice only the bare minimum. With my eidetic memory all it takes is a quick glance and I have them in my memory banks. I am not going to lie to you and say that when I first met you my breath was taken away by your beauty."
"A little white lie might be appreciated." Amy huffs
He looks at her steadily in the eyes as he continues. "I noticed you though, Amy, much more than the bare minimum I usually allow myself. I cataloged how your hair was the color my mother calls chestnut, how your eyes were so green they almost looked fake. I allowed myself something that I usually avoid a, second glance, and then a third."
He continued. "I sized you up determined to memorize your every detail lest we not meet again. You are the only woman I have ever had the desire to see again. If Ramona had not been so forceful our concourse would have ended that first night. I have not even thought about Lalita or Martha until you just brought them up just now ."
"There has, however, been a little part of my brain labeled Amy since the day I met you. Amy you own me mind, body, heart, and soul, I wish there was something I could do to make you see that." He concludes brushing her hair from her face.
Amy once again is surprised by how well he knows her, including how well he can look inside of her and see what she wants.
"I guess I know that. It just feels like there is so much you do not tell me sometimes. Penny is the one you told about your birthday, which by the way I already knew. I am your emergency contact, so I know all your personal information"
"What do you want to know? I will tell you anything."
"Really?" Amy asks skeptically.
"Yes, concerning you, my life is now an open book." He says making a gesture with hands like opening a book.
There is so much she wants to know; his hopes for the future, his fears, every single detail of his childhood. Amy wants to divine all of his secrets, to act as his biographer and learn every last detail of the man and mystery that is Sheldon Cooper.
Yet as she looks into his dear face she knows somehow that there will be a lifetime to do just that. That they have been through so much the past couple of days physically and emotionally that it is time to give him a break.
"Are you ticklish?" she asks and he looks at her slightly taken back.
"I give you the keys to the cupboard of the mind that is Dr. Sheldon Cooper and you ask are you ticklish." He harrumphs.
"Excuse me, being ticklish is both a physical and metal response to stimuli. It can say a lot about a person."
"Are you ticklish?" he asks.
"Extremely."
"Fine, I will play. I am both ticklish and not ticklish at the same time."
"That is not possible. You cannot exist on both planes at once, you either are or you are not. It is basic principles of the Laws of Noncontradictation."
"I am but I make myself not be. When I was young my brother and sister delighted in tormenting me. One of the tortures they loved to execute against me was to tickle me until I evacuated my bladder on myself. They did this until I learned to control my emotions to state where I stopped feeling them tickling me."
"Then you are ticklish, but you just will yourself into a state of non-feeling, like you do with every other aspect of your life."
"I prefer to think of it as being the master of my own destiny… and bladder."
"Okay Master" she says sizing him up. "How does it feel when I do this" she asks as she reaches over and gently tickles his ear down to his hairline.
"Extremely irritating." He replies shaking off her hand.
"How about this?" she asks as she moves her hand to the crook of his elbow before his stomach. She can tell he is trying hard not to smile.
"It feels like you are violating my personal space." He says, but he makes no move to stop her hand as it travels up his ribcage taking inventory of each bone, then moving slowly across his chest.
"How does it feel when I do this?" He asks suddenly pouncing on her and forcing her backwards on to the couch as he tickles her under her arms and on her ribs. Amy erupts into a fit of giggles as he straddles her and continues his relentless assault.
"Sheldon stop it!" she squeals as she bucks and squirms under him trying fruitlessly to slap his hands away.
"Tell me I am the master of my own destiny!" he says still tickling her.
"Fine!" she says and he lets her up still straddling her lap. Amy looks up into his face and sees his cerulean eyes trained on her face with an expression both mirthful and intense. The way he is looking at her makes her stomach do little flip flops.
"You are the master..." is as far as she gets before his lips are upon hers and once more pinning her to the back of the couch.
Amy feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire as he moves the length of his body over her. Her hands are eager to touch him and she rips off the shirts he is wearing. As she began to start working on his pants, he stops her.
"Not here." Her murmurs against her mouth and then he stands up looking more delicious than any man has a right to with his hair tousled and his shirt off.
"Why not?" she whines as he lifts her up by her hand before swinging her over his shoulder causing her to squeal again.
"Put me down!" she demands beating her hands against his back.
"You called me a caveman earlier. I am just acting the part. Would you prefer I beat you over the head with a club and drag you to my lair?" he asks as he uses his other hand to swat her behind.
"Of the many things wrong with that statement, I will point out the two most glaring problems. Number one, I called you an alpha male gorilla. Any comparison to a caveman you made yourself. Number two, technically you are dragging me to my own lair, as this is my apartment."
"I am sorry, would you prefer carry you cross town to my place? " Sheldon asks swinging her around and heading back towards the living room.
"No!" she squeals again and he heads back the other direction to her bedroom and flops her on the bed. To his credit he does not seem out of breath and Amy is impressed as the journey was not that short and she is not that light.
She sits on the foot of her bed and Sheldon stands between her legs as he lightly tips backwards so that she is laying on the bed. He moves himself between her legs and she notices that he is already undressed as he moves the length of his body over her. Slowly he starts to unbutton her shirt kissing the skin that he uncovers.
"You remember what you said earlier about my comment about your bedroom and the TARDIS? I realize now that was mean to say to you." Sheldon tells her has his hands move downward and he removes her skirt tugging it off
"It's okay. You used to say a lot of mean things to me, but I never took them personally. In fact that little comment got me thinking about you being a time traveling physicist who landed in my bedroom, which in turn spurred me on to write my little story. Then I got the idea to mix my two favorite shows Little House on the Prairie and Doctor Who." she says as she kisses his neck and runs her hands down his chest.
"I did not think you really liked Doctor Who, I thought you just watched it because I made you." He inquires as his hands deftly undo the clasp on her bra.
"Well that was true at first but then I really got into it. It does not hurt that David Tennent and Matt Smith are both extremely attractive… I mean hubba-hubba."
Amy giggles and Sheldon stares at her seriously, temporarily stopping his movements.
"Amy I don't like it when you talk like that." He pouts.
Amy kisses him running her tongue along the outside of his lips and nipping him before running her mouth down to his neck and up to his ear. "Oh come on Sheldon, like you have never had a little harmless crush on a movie or TV character. " She whispers as she is sucking lightly on his ear lobe, enjoying their pillow talk.
"I have not." He says his wide blue eyes guileless as he looks into her eyes placing her hands on her breasts and deftly manipulating her nipples causing her to go momentarily speechless.
"I find that extremely hard to believe. Not even as a young boy did you say gaze at a picture of Wonder Woman and find her attractive?" she presses on after he stops his ministrations and moves up her body once more
"Attractive… I was aware she was drawn to be attractive, that her facial symmetry was pleasing, and her body had certain aspects that males traditionally seek out. However did I personally find her and forgive me for using the urban vernacular 'hot', no." he tells her
"Not even, Black Widow, Amy Pond, Catwoman Lieutenant Uhura…" Amy says naming all the beautiful woman she can think of in the things he loves but he cuts her off.
"Negative one." He says simply. "You are the only one, and will only ever be the only one I had any desire towards." He tells her before he moves inside of her.
Amy's her heart swells at the meaning and she captures his lips with hers once more thrusting her hips forward making him growl against her mouth. Sheldon's thrusting upwards in a quick movement makes her gasp before he repeats the motion.
Amy shifts forcing him to rollover so that she is now straddling him, the position makes her feel powerful as she gazes down at his face. He is completely lost in ecstasy as she moves and grinds against him. His hands dig into her hips as he finds his release and Amy finds herself toppling over the edge with him.
Afterwards they lay panting beside each other. After their verbose afternoon Amy is unsure of what to say to him now, not wanting to break the spell.
It is Sheldon who speaks first reaching out to stroke her face and gazing at her lovingly.
"So, I am hungry. We have not eaten since this morning and it is now well into the afternoon. If we were at my place I would suggest lunch, but since we are at your place it is your obligation to provide the refreshments. So how should we proceed vis a vis lunches?"
'Some things never change.' Amy thinks .