The Unconventional Romance Paradigm 14

"Amy, why would I be mad that you taste like chocolate?" Then he thought about it and narrowed his eyes, "Where did you get it, Amy?"

Amy slumped away from Sheldon, knowing she would have to admit something that would make him furious. She let a huge sigh which rumbled her lips. "Okay...I know you told me to stay in the bathroom, I did try to catch you before you left to tell you I wasn't allergic to flowers. I came out of the room…"

Sheldon eyes bugged out, "AMY! I told you to stay in the bathroom! Why didn't you listen to me, you could have died!"

Amy was losing her patience, "No I wouldn't have died…BECAUSE I'm NOT ALLERGIC TO FLOWERS!"

"But you didn't know why I told you stay there!"

"Before you ran off on a tangent you were babbling that I was allergic to flowers. I know you told me to stay Sheldon, but I'm not allergic, so you were over reacting for nothing!"

Sheldon sat up in anger, "Amy! You promised!"

Amy sat up as well and crossed her arms defiantly over her chest, "Well, I'm sorry I came out and saw all the beautiful petals and the gorgeous strawberries. I'm sorry I was so overwhelmed I had to take a picture on my phone just so I would remember it forever. I'm sorry that that was the best strawberry I've ever had and the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. And I am sorry I fell in love with you all over again for doing it! Sorry!" She looked away and snorted in the air. He knew she wasn't sorry at all, but it didn't matter.

Sheldon conceded, drawing circles on her knee while she scowled at him, "Well… You should be sorry… Still… You tasting like chocolate on Valentine's Day seems completely appropriate." He pulled her back onto his chest and smiled at her, "I still might have to give you a strike."

"Can I use some of my valuable girlfriend points to get out of trouble?" Amy played with his chest hair and looked up at him with huge doe eyes. The extra blinking helped her case.

"Okay… Oh, and I fibbed. It wasn't a carpet cleaner. It was a leaf blower."

"Well thank you for saving me from my non-existent allergy from flowers and blowing all the romantic gesture out of the room. I don't know which is more romantic, the petals or the thought of you using a leaf blower to get rid of them."

Sheldon coughed, "Let's say the leaf blower." He grinned at Amy, "And you're welcome." Sheldon looked down at Amy's shiny hair laying on his chest. He let out a deep held in sigh, "Amy I would have had coitus with you, if that was what you wanted."

Amy smiled against his chest. "Ask me again when it's something you want. Until then, no. I never want you have coitus with me to fulfil some perceived obligation or to prove a point. I am not going to emotionally blackmail you into coitus. It will happen when you're ready and want to, not a minute before. I won't allow it." Amy wrapped her arms around Sheldon's bare chest and felt his back beneath her hands. "However…."

"Uh oh…What is it, you Vixen?" Sheldon looked down at Amy wrapped around him like a snake. At first he was feeling constricted but after a moment the snake began to feel like a warm scarf. He placed his hands on her shoulders and lightly tapped her before settling down and basking in the warmth.

Amy smiled at her new nickname, "There is something that we could do… that would be like we did have coitus, but not. Think of it as all the benefits of coitus but without the pressure."

"Oh boy if this is some kinky thing, I have to tell you I limited my research to just normal coitus, nothing weird like that Japanese stuff I found. I thought yuri hentai was some noodle dish, boy was I wrong."

"Sheldon, I don't ever want to know what you researched before this weekend, but my idea is nothing weird." Amy snuggled into Sheldon's bare chest and rested her head on his shoulder, "This is it Sheldon. Cuddling. Post coital bliss… It's called after glow."

"After glow?"

Amy nuzzled further in his chest, "Yes, didn't you research what would happen after the sex?"

"Honestly it was all I could do to research what I had."

Amy bent her head toward his neck and breathed deep, taking in as much Sheldon's talc laden smell that she could, "I still can't imagine you doing that. This is much simpler. If we had had coitus tonight we would be swimming in dopamine and our reward centers would be on fire. Also, our brains would be flooded with oxytocin, the good feeling hormone, which leads to bonding and trust. We can simulate this response by just cuddling."

Sheldon was getting more comfortable with Amy on his chest though he was still a little uneasy with the constant contact on his bare skin. "No wonder you love cuddling so much, you sex fiend. Seems like a lot of unnecessary touching if you ask me."

Amy tilted her head to Sheldon and snapped, "What did you think sex was going to be like Sheldon? There wouldn't be any touching or kissing? I bet you would even put down plastic sheet or some nonsense."

Sheldon snorted, "Ha! I would never! But now that you mention it…"

"Forget it pal. Anyway, back to business. By cuddling, we get all the good hormones without the fuss and you are a master cuddler Sheldon! Why do you think I call you cuddles?"

"Cause you're a girl who loves to give juvenile labels to people based off activities you wish to strong arm them into doing?"

"Well your "vixen" says right back at ya, pal." Sheldon swallowed hard and said nothing.

Amy grinned and continued, "Now, hush. You're harshing my buzz." Amy nuzzled her nose into Sheldon's neck and drank in his aroma like it was the stolen bottle of elixir from the gods.

Sheldon moved his arms further around Amy but the angle seemed strained. "What would I do with my hands after coitus?"

"Wherever you want to put them that is most comfortable for you."

Sheldon placed one hand on Amy's rump and wrapped the other on the curve of her waist. "There."

"Sheldon! Are you…"

Sheldon snapped back defensively, "What!? If we just had coitus my hands would have been all over that part of you anyway!" He would never admit that he had been waiting years to touch her there again. It was after all simple genetics, the biological imperative of males to be attracted to large bottomed females.

Amy sat up with perked ears and wide eyes, "Oh really? All over huh?"

Sheldon blushed at his confession, "Yes. Now let's get back to all these hormones we are supposed to be swimming in Dr. Fowler." He drew Amy back on his chest and resumed his hand positions.

"Well, I read that coitus can also stimulate brain cell regrowth in the hippocampus. Maybe through the release of our mock hormones we can see if this is the case. Not so unnecessary after all, huh?"

"So sex can make you recover brain cells? Maybe with our mock afterglow, I can get some of the grey matter back that I wasted on all those romantic movies I watched for research over the past few weeks."

Amy snapped her fingers, "That's why you watched the Body Guard!"

"Yes. I even had a whole playlist of songs based off all those girly movies, too." Sheldon grumbled, "Stupid internet."

"That's the just sweetest thing ever Sheldon. You really are a romance god aren't you?"

"I guess I am!"

Amy ran her hand over his chest lightly with her finger tips, "I know you tried very hard this weekend and I appreciate it. You've done your duty, Sheldon. No more girly movies for you."

"Ever?"

"Ever."

"I think I just fell in love with you all over again." He squeezed her tighter and ran his hand lightly over her back side. He made small strokes, but it was enough Amy's noticed and smiled.

"Well I can't believe that you watched those films for me, so right back at ya. But you know the best part of this weekend…the best part is being able to hold you like this, just lying here with you. I feel happier than I have ever been." Amy looked up at him, "Are you liking this?"

"It's not terrible." Though Sheldon couldn't say he loved it, there had been times this weekend when he had been more relaxed than he had been in weeks. Especially when he kissed her and his fear and anxiety were pushed away and replaced with a new feeling, an enticing one. "Are you sure this is how one feels after coitus?"

"Well, I have never had it, but the same brain chemistry is at play."

"Didn't you have all those experiments where you had orgasms?"

"Yes, but those were so clinical. It was like an ultimate release of a building tension. Haven't you ever felt that, Sheldon? Where something builds up in you and then you finally get satisfaction?" She was hinting, and hoping that Sheldon would admit some type of sexual interest. Amy knew Sheldon well enough not to push it. Also, she was too much a lady to come out and ask him.

Sheldon thought back to their experiments on closure. He didn't want to admit he undid all her experiments, but the incredible feeling of watching those dominoes go down that she denied him did excite him. His personal experiments with self abuse over the last few weeks involved more elaborate fantasies; all of which invoived Amy. Some with her in a Star Trek Uniform, but most, she was in her prom dress. The entire conversation made Sheldon uncomfortable and Amy knew it.

She tapped his shoulder with her hand, "Don't worry about it, Sheldon." Amy sat up slightly and looked at him, "I can't imagine coitus making me love you more and I want to be crystal clear Sheldon: I don't need coitus." Amy rested her head on Sheldon's chest and lightly ran her hands over his clavicle. "Don't you remember what I said to girls that night? I love you more than my own breath, and I will never leave you whether we have coitus or not. You won, Sheldon. There's no more to do."

"I won?"

Amy spoke in a whisper, "You've won my heart. Forever. Now just relax. There is nothing left to do or prove." Amy gently ran her hands over Sheldon's short dark chest hair and outlined his pectoral muscles with her index finger. She was elated to be this close to him and to touch his skin without his repulsion. She didn't think it could get any better.

She was hoping he would sleep like this with her. She knew it would probably be her only chance to be with him so intimately. He started to shiver slightly and Amy figured he was cold. He wasn't wearing a stitch other than his briefs so, much as she wanted to be with him almost naked she didn't want him being cold.

SHeldon was not cold. In fact, her body next his was the warmest feeling he had ever felt. His shivering was from nerves alone, but even that was clearing away with her touch.

"Sheldon maybe you want to put on your pajamas. But can I ask a favor?" Amy sat up off Sheldon's chest. He was instantly cold and missed the contact.

"What is it Amy."

She bit her lip and nervously played with her robe tie, "I know it's a lot to ask…"

"Tell me."

"Do you think I could wear you pajama top? You could still wear your pants I just need something to sleep in. This robe keeps coming undone." Amy pulled at the robe tie and trying to straighten it out. Sheldon smiled at her struggle as he begrudgingly rose off the bed and went to retrieve his folded set of pajamas from his suit case. Amy got up from the bed and waited with a slight smile forming on the side of her mouth. Sheldon thought back on the day's events as he watched her adjust her hair and straighten her robe.

He remembered washing her neck and feeling her delicate skin under the cloth. He remembered the feeling of his mind going blank when he kissed her against the door. The urge to feel her skin had not dissipated, it had grown stronger. In the past, if he thought too much about it he would tense up, but now he was anything but tense. He wasn't planning on coitus, he only had one objective for the next few minutes. He wanted her out of that robe.

He brought his pajamas over and put them on the corner of the bed. He sat in front of Amy, gently placing his hands on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. He put his head on her chest and held her close to him.

He could hear her heartbeat thrum in his ear as her rising chest acted as a pillow. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose onto her chest. The gap in her robe was large enough that his cheek was in contact with her bare skin.

Amy moved her hands slowly from the nape of his neck to lightly run her finger tips down Sheldon's spine. Sheldon shifted his face slightly using his nose to open up her robe so that he could feel more of her skin on his cheek. He was almost overpowered with her scent as he felt a wave of contentment flow over him. The only thing he knew was that he wanted more.

He pulled is face back from her chest as he watched the assent of his hands. Amy watched his intense gaze while holding her breath. His stubbled face and fervent stare matured his features. His masculine scent flooded her. All she could do was watch his eyes move over her body like he had just discovered the grand unified theory. Slowly the strong hands moved up from her waist, around her shoulders to her neck and cupped her face like he was holding stardust in his hands. Amy had only a moment to catch her breath before Sheldon drew her face toward his and gently brushed his lips over her mouth. He was touching her with his lips; wanting to transfer his sense of touch to his mouth alone. He lightly sucked on her bottom lip and held her face as his kiss grew more intense. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and moved closer to him to help support herself on her suddenly weak legs.

The gentle kiss spoke more to her than his words ever could. He was comfortable, relaxed, and free from the anxiety of touching her. The pressure had been lifted and he felt lighter than ever before. He was not required to do anything to prove he was a good boyfriend. He didn't have to kiss her or touch her but he wanted to, more than any time before. He was almost angry that he had been denied this feeling for so long. He was even more angry that it was all his own doing.

Sheldon's hands glided to her shoulders and slid under the fabric. Amy's bottom lip quivered as she watched his intense stare boring into her. Part of her wanted to run yet part of her also wanted him to hurry up. He slowly pushed the cloth off her shoulders and down her arms to form a puddle on the floor around Amy's feet. Suddenly shy, she immediately crossed her arms in front of herself and bit her lip. Sheldon was having none of it. He pulled her arms open and put his hands on the small of her waist. Finally he let his eyes move off her face and started to memorize every bare inch of her. She was quivering at the scrutiny. He stood up and traced his hands around her curves to her face.

With a huge smile he said, "Amy you really are beautiful, and I am not just saying that to get valuable boyfriend points."

Before she could respond he gently pulled her face to his with just his finger tips and lightly kissed her. His hands moved around her body as he slowly turned toward the bed while keeping his lips glued to hers. He lowered her to the mattress, and his hands continued their exploration of Amy's body. Amy tried to mirror Sheldon's movements, but she couldn't keep up; he had his own agenda

Her own voice was echoing in her head when she foresaw how Sheldon would be in bed: "he is patient, loves repetition and hates to lose. Do you think for one second that if he ever does decide to have sex, that man will be anything less than sex god? I have already mentioned his attention to detail, there is also his pathological need for closure, not to mention years of sexual repression bubbling to surface like a dormant volcano."

Amy must have been psychic because all her predictions of Sheldon were coming true. He was fascinated by how her body reacted to his touch. His hands transversed the curve of her breast, to her waist and then to her hips. Every soft inch of her back was touched while he continued to kiss with a growing intensity. When his deep kiss grew stronger, he gripped her hips and pulled her flush with his body. Amy loved the feeling of his chest pushed against hers, but his hands limited the contact. Every time he slid his hand over her nipples she almost bucked off the bed. Through his research he had learned that about 29% of women could organism from nipple simulation alone. He intended to use his extreme manual dexterity he honed after years of video game play to see if Amy was one of the 29%.

Amy had no idea why Sheldon was so captivated with her chest, but stifled her query. She was still kissing him as his hands did things to her nipples she had only dreamed of. When he moved his mouth to her breast she lost all sense of reason. She felt her breath stagger with every rise and twist of pleasure till she almost cracked. Slow, patient and curious was how she would describe her lover. Intense was not strong enough a word.

Sheldon was relentless, every time Amy bucked away from him because the sensation was overwhelming he pulled her back and continued his onslaught. Finally the twisting heat forming in her would not be ignored. She dug her nails into his back and stiffened up while she let out a high pitched moan. Sheldon looked up to her face to see her reaction. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so strong, so completely beautiful. He pulled her close and held her while she quivered beneath him. He had to see that look again; at least two more times he reasoned. Then he remembered: Amy said no coitus tonight.

Sheldon Cooper never breaks the rules. However, he always finds ways around them.

A/N:Would it be too much to beg for reviews for Christmas?! I better not I don't want to get in trouble with Santa! anyway thank you very much for reading it and I hope you liked getting two chapters. I will try to get you another chapter after Christmas. I know you want to know what's going on with Sheldon's plot for coitus