The Cooper Neglect Theory
A/N: Oh hey, remember me? Yeah, I'm sorry, this final update is very late. Fate and Luck were holding me by the arms while Life was punching the tar out of me. But things have improved, thank goodness and I finally finished writing the last chapter of this story. Thank you for your patience.
Tried as I might, I could not get this last chapter to fit under the guidelines of a T story. So this final chapter is rated M.
It is not graphic per se, but a bit saucier than the rest of the story.
So without further ado:
The Dungeon of Mofooskay-Heeko! The Dungeon of Mofooskay-Heeko! The Dungeon of Mofooskay-Heeko! Sorry. Needed to get that out of my system.
Chapter 21: The Polyhedral Pleasuring
To Amy, life just wasn't fair.
She had been officially dating Sheldon for a year and a half and he hadn't even touched half of what this hulking beast of a woman had in the last ten seconds. The pat down had started out pretty usual, until Amy realized that this woman was touching places that Sheldon had shown no interest in even acknowledging existed. As the agent's hands traveled along her breasts, a thought dawned on her. At the rate Sheldon and she had been progressing with their relationship, he wouldn't get this familiar with her breasts until they were in their late forties. She was forced to face the facts, nobody was interested in her physically, except this woman with no neck, whose job it was to touch her. She sighed heavily. The woman in front of her roved over her breasts again with a smirk. Her pat down seemed to be taking longer than the ones she had witnessed in line. A lot longer in fact. This also seemed to interest another TSA agent who was watching the extended pat down with a frown. The woman had traveled down her front yet again and was running a hand up her skirt when Amy snapped and hauled off and punched her in the nose with a closed fist. She immediately apologized, even though the lady seemed to be taking undue liberties with her hands. The other TSA agent that witnessed the much too thorough pat down spoke up for Amy, which was fortunate. That's the only reason Amy could think of why she didn't end up in jail that night. She was pulled aside and ticketed, her luggage returned to her and she was told to leave the airport immediately.
The other girls saw what happened and collected their things and joined her. She encouraged them to go on to Vegas without her, but they refused to, saying it wouldn't be the same without her. So not only was Amy wallowing in guilt over them missing out on their girl's weekend. She also had a looming court date for assaulting a government employee. And she was sure that the pat down was the most interest anyone would have in her body for many years to come. She sat in the cab on the way home in stony silence, the other two ladies not able to get more than a word at a time out of her on the way back.
When they got to the apartment, all Amy wanted to do was to go home and curl up into a little ball in bed. Leonard however encouraged her and the other women to stay and join them in playing Dungeons and Dragons. With only minor objections from Sheldon this time and Howard's approval, they settled in to build their characters.
Sheldon leaned into Amy's shoulder and pointed to the elves on the glossy page of the player's handbook. "Amy, I would recommend an elf like my character, Sheldor. Elves can see in low light, have a high perception level, so they can see hidden objects easier and they are nimble so they can disregard rough terrain." She noticed his eyes sparkled as he warmed up to one of his favorite subjects. "They are highly intelligent and they have a racial bonus that allows you to reroll if you don't like your first roll." He looked at her coyly. "Plus, elves have pointy ears like Vulcans." He gave her a disarming half smile, which made her knees knock.
Amy looked over the character book and found a tough looking, no nonsense type of creature. "This half-orc seems like a tough customer. They can see in the dark up to 60 feet and can sometimes speak to dragons and giants. And they have pointy ears too!" Amy smiled at Sheldon.
"But Amy, orc are dumb and clumsy. They just crush things and grunt. Don't you want to be smart, agile and immortal?"
"Maybe I want to experience something I wouldn't normally choose. Maybe instead of being cerebral and law abiding, maybe I want to be a character on the edge of polite society." She turned her head to Sheldon and realized as she was saying it who she was talking to, and that she was probably wasting her breath. "Sheldon, don't you ever want to do something that is unexpected and totally out of character? This is a mystical land of make believe, you could be whomever you want, with magical powers. So I am going to go against what I would do every day of my life and become a skull crushing, brute of a half-orc."
An hour later a human sorcerer, a half-orc warrior and a Halfling rogue joined the elven wizard and human paladin on the other side of the hidden door in the dimly lit dungeon.
Magic potion was passed around and they settled into the game. Though the boys were a little rattled at the girls taking control of the dice and rolling it themselves, they soon got caught up in their excitement. The girls seemed to bring the energy of a Vegas craps table to the dungeon of Mofooskay-Heeko. Everyone was on their feet and cheering as the two ogres were soundly defeated, making ogre Thanksgiving a sad holiday indeed. Amy was having the time of her life. She had always wanted to play D&D, but she never had anyone to play with. Her face was beaming and she noticed that Sheldon was having a blast as well. He would whoop when a hit landed, and marveled at the characters that Howard created. Over the course of the evening they came across an ooze, a lich that sounded like Robin Williams and a handful of bugbears that should have been named Moe, Larry and Curly. A secret passage led them from the dungeon and into an area ringed with active volcanoes.
After a while the other girls were really starting to enjoy themselves, even Penny. Especially after the second pitcher of Margaritas was poured.
They had just dispatched a dragon that sounded like Christopher Walken when the combination of too much potion and the irresistibility of her husband's sexy and creative mind struck Bernadette suddenly. "This may be the potion talking, but you are one fine-ass dungeon master."
Howard loved it when Bernadette got a little tipsy. The things that tiny woman could do to him. "Oh, yeah? Well, when we get home, I'm gonna take you on a whole different adventure."
Sheldon could not remember the last time he had this much fun playing D&D. It had truly been a marvelous night. "Another quest by Wolowitz? Count me in."
"Sheldon, they're talking about sex." Amy couldn't believe that Sheldon was still clueless about such things.
"Oh, then I'm out."
If Penny would have had one less drink in her, she probably wouldn't have said anything, but the potion was definitely in control. "Ooh, I have an idea. Since it's not happening any time soon, why don't your character and your character do it in the game?" She pointed to Amy and then Sheldon.
Amy's jaw dropped open at this suggestion. Her hands became moist, and embarrassment began to prickle at her skin.
Bernadette's tequila soaked mind also thought this was the best idea Penny ever had. "Oooooh!" Sheldon and Amy turned their wary gaze to the tiny biologist. She tapped her husband on the arm "Come on, back me up here."
"Oooooh!" The diminutive couple squealed together.
"Okay, I cast a love spell on Sheldon and Amy." She pointed at them, not noticing that both of them were struggling with what she was saying. Sheldon seemed taken aback at this latest development that never reared its ugly head at any prior games of D&D, and Amy with a look of hurt and betrayal.
Leonard let out a high pitched squeal. "Oooooh! Sorry, I thought you were gonna do that." Leonard quickly became embarrassed and looked at his character sheet.
Sheldon knew that this tomfoolery Bernadette was trying to start was moot. There wasn't really a love spell per se in Dungeons and Dragons. The closest you could get was to use the spell "Wish", but Bernadette wasn't powerful enough to use it, didn't have the required experience cost, and wasn't clear enough in her wording of the spell. Even if she could cast such a powerful spell, there was often a downside to having your wish come true unless you were very specific in your intent. Sheldon was secure in the fact that Howard, being a responsible DM was going to set his wife straight. That is why it came to a great shock to him when he heard the clatter of the die as Howard rolled his fate out on the table.
Howard was all for making Sheldon squirm any chance he could. And sex was an excellent way to do it. The dungeon master was stretching the rules tonight anyway, so why the hell not? "The love spell takes effect." Howard relished the panicked look Sheldon gave him. "When Sheldon looks at Amy, she is the most beautiful half-orc he's ever seen, and he's overcome with a desire to rip her armor off and gaze fondly at her four hairy breasts. When Amy sees Sheldon, he looks…" He stumbled over his words, as Sheldon wide eyed, hung on his every syllable. "Well, just like Sheldon, 'cause apparently she's into that."
At these words Amy's dismayed look dropped from Howard and down briefly before turning to her unusually quiet boyfriend. Sheldon turned away from Howard as well and caught her gaze, locking eyes with her. She was unable to fathom what he was thinking. He appeared stunned as well, but also eerily calm. She kept waiting to hear him strongly object and was surprised that he didn't. He had voiced his opinion to the most trivial things earlier, like accusing Leonard's paladin as slipping from lawful good to lawful neutral and harping on it for ten minutes. Her stomach churned as she felt all eyes upon her, and only Sheldon's didn't seem to be mocking her.
Howard's silky smooth voice broke the silence, goading them into action. "What do you do?"
Penny's words were still ringing in Amy's ears. "Since it's not happening anytime soon." Amy had felt like the laughing stock of the group ever since she had started to show an interest in the more physical aspects of an adult relationship with Sheldon. It was bad enough for one or two of them to make unkind comments. But for all of them to do so at the same time was too much for poor Amy to rose suddenly and pushed her way past Sheldon speaking in a flat voice,"I don't like this." She fled down the hallway away from the tormenting eyes of her friends to the quiet sanctuary of Sheldon's room.
Everyone felt horrible after Amy left, the guilt cutting through the fuzziness of the alcohol. They knew they had gone way too far, and should have known this was a sore spot for Amy. They had all been on the victim side of bullying, except for Penny, but even Penny knew that she should have never brought up the subject.
Sheldon felt a sense of relief, but it wasn't as complete as he thought it would be. He thought everything would have gone back to normal after getting out of virtual coitus while his friends watched. But something still bothered him, something made his brain itch. He hated that Amy felt the need to flee from the group. He hated that some hippy dippy part of him almost wanted to see the love spell through. And he hated how playing Dungeons and Dragons with women complicated everything. "You see what happens when you let girls play D&D?" He shook his head and looked down to his character sheet.
"Sheldon. Amy didn't do anything wrong. We shouldn't have pushed things that far." Penny said.
Bernadette whispered into Howard's ear. "I feel like we sold Amy out after six months of advice and support. I feel awful."
Sheldon's keen sense of hearing caught every word. "What do you mean sold Amy out? And what is this about advice?" Sheldon looked at them with narrowed eyes.
Howard knew Sheldon wouldn't leave them alone until he received an explanation. "We may have been giving Amy advice on how to manip…" Howard felt the sharp elbow of his wife in his ribs. "Er, I mean how to be a better girlfriend."
Sheldon looked at the couple indignantly. "But Amy already is a good girlfriend. Except for always insisting on hand holding. She eats all the Brazil nuts out of the mixed nuts so I don't have to look at them, she makes me spaghetti with bits of hot dogs in it and strawberry Quik. She watches my shows with me even though she doesn't appreciate them like I do, she let's me pick out restaurants that are on the approved list. She consoles me when I'm sad." Sheldon looked down at his hands and continued in a soft voice. "She helps me understand confusing nonsense such as this. We take care of each other when we're sick. We understand one another when no one else does. We challenge each other intellectually, we make each other laugh." He looked back up at Howard and Bernie. "So how can you say she needs to be a better girlfriend?"
No one spoke for a while, but Penny and Bernadette's eyes were bright with tears. Leonard spoke to Sheldon quietly. "It seems like Raj and my advice helped you be a better boyfriend as well."
Penny looked at Leonard. "You and Raj were giving Sheldon advice too?"
Before Leonard could answer Sheldon did. "It wasn't anything groundbreaking, mostly just worn out old chestnuts about listening to Amy and hokum about feelings. I could have gotten the same advice from watching a Hallmark channel movie." He rolled his eyes.
"Well, since you are so in tune with how to handle relationships, why don't you go and comfort Amy." Bernie challenged him.
"She doesn't need comforting, she just needs some time alone." Sheldon insisted. He never knew how to handle weepy Amy.
"How can you go from being so sweet and making me tear up, to being the most insensitive clod on the planet?" Penny smacked Sheldon on the arm and he flinched as if she had bruised him. "Go to Amy and comfort her, she's upset." She pointed down the hallway. Sheldon rose slowly and slunk off down the hall like a whipped dog. Penny turned to the rest. "So you two were helping Amy out." She pointed at Howard and Bernie. "And you and Raj were helping Sheldon be a real boy instead of his regular wooden self. Why didn't anyone tell me?"
The three looked guilty and couldn't look her in the eye. Leonard took a deep breath. "Raj and I were trying to keep Amy from knowing that we were helping Sheldon. And since you two are besties, we felt that maybe you might spill the beans and tell Amy."
"Howie and I felt the same way when we gave Amy help with Sheldon. We know he likes to confide in you." Bernie said apologetically.
"You know, I can't believe that no one said a word up until now. That never happens." Howard mused. "I wonder what was different this time?" Bernie looked at him and tilted her head at Penny and nodded. "Oh yeah that." Howard mumbled at his wife.
Sheldon had made it to his bedroom door. He stared at the door, unsure of the protocol of opening the door. He decided to play it safe and knocked.
Knock, knock, knock. "Amy."
Knock, knock, knock. "Amy."
Knock, knock, knock. "Amy."
"What?" Came the reply from within.
Sheldon opened the door to find Amy sitting on his bed. He felt that increasingly familiar burning sensation in the pit of his stomach, the one he associated with Amy. "I've never knocked on my own door before. That was a wild ride."
"You don't have to come in here and cheer me up."
"Thank you." He said exasperated. "Would you go tell everyone else that? Because they sure think otherwise."
Amy turned to face him more, voice tinged in sadness. "I'll tell you what they think. They think our relationship is a joke."
Sheldon couldn't fathom why anyone would think that. "Well, I don't think our relationship is a joke. I think "A horse goes into a bar, bartender says, 'Why the long face?' that's a joke. It's a good one, too, because a horse has a long face." He chuckled, and then bit his lip because he sensed that Amy wasn't in the mood to laugh.
Amy needed to ask a question that she was afraid of knowing the answer for. "Sheldon, are we ever going to have an intimate relationship?"
Sheldon was not expecting such a direct question. "Oh, my. That's an uncomfortable topic." He was surprised not at the drop his stomach did at his words, but at how eerily calm he was able to answer her question. He didn't try to lie or misdirect her or change the subject. He felt he owed her the truth. "Amy, before I met you, I never had any interest in being intimate with anyone."
"And now?" Amy's hopes hinged on his next words.
A few beats passed before he answered. "And now what?"
The man could be so infuriatingly dense for a genius. Her words came out with a bit of an edge as her eyebrows furrowed. "Do you have any interest now?"
Sheldon thought about this. The same question would have brought a firm and definite, "No" a few years ago. But there have been changes of late. Curiosity that needed satisfying. The impenetrable door labeled coitus that had been padlocked shut with two deadbolts and a time lock, was now cracked open just a sliver. And the holder of the keys to that door sat before him, forlorn on his bed. "I have not ruled it out."
"Wow. Talk dirty to me." If Amy wasn't wallowing in self pity, his words may have had more impact, but to poor Amy it just sounded like more foot dragging and more reluctance.
Sheldon thought that she would have been pleased by his admitting that he was not totally against more intimacy. He felt that he had given of himself more to her, than he had for anyone else, and felt that she had given more of herself to him than anyone else as well. "I know it doesn't seem like it to you, but, for me, what we have is extremely intimate."
As he said this she felt a bit guilty, realizing how much she seemed to push Sheldon into fitting in with a "normal" modern relationship. They were not "normal" by far. And just because the more rapid timeline worked for others didn't mean that either of them may be comfortable with that progression. The point that their relationship was at now, was unimaginable to Sheldon or herself before they met. The problem was that once Amy got a little sip of the tall drink of water that was Sheldon Lee Cooper, she became very thirsty indeed. Positively parched. "I guess I know that. It's just, part of me wants more."
He knew that she wanted more, but was afraid if he gave her more that she wouldn't stop. Or worse that he wouldn't be able to stop, his hind brain taking over his body and one day he would be sitting alongside Wolowitz in engineering building doo dads."More? I mean, look at us. It's only been three years; here we are in bed together."
Amy couldn't help but grin at this. She could see that he thought he was moving at the speed of light with this relationship, when it was more akin to the progression of a glacier. She realized that at least tonight there was forward momentum and decided to torture him no longer. "Come on. Let's go back out there." She started to rise.
He didn't want the evening to end like this. With Amy's spirit bruised yet again. "Well, no. Hold on." His hand softly restrained her arm and she settled back down. Sheldon became suddenly shy, his gaze flicking between his bedspread and Amy's face as he realized what he was proposing. "My... elven magic-user... and your... half-orc warrior did have a love spell cast on them. We wouldn't really be playing the game right if we didn't see that though." He didn't tell her that Bernadette couldn't have cast the spell in the first place and therefore the effects didn't need to be resolved. He would keep that little factoid to himself.
"O-o-okay." Amy had read the descriptions of all the characters and was pretty sure that Bernadette wouldn't have been able to successfully cast that spell is she were covered in pixie dust and rubbing a magic lamp. But she was going to keep this knowledge to herself.
"I believe that, uh, we just killed a dragon. While the others pillage the corpse, I lead you to a secluded area where I attempt to remove your leather armor. He threw the die. 16. "It comes off."
"Oh." Amy's hand flew up to her lips. Sheldon had never said anything even slightly suggestive to her before. Her pulse quickened and her blood felt like it had been replaced with hot syrup.
"What do you do?"
Amy's voice was quivering. "I-I-I kiss you on the lips." It almost sounded like a question. She noticed that Sheldon was hanging on every word.
"I kiss you back on the…" The die settled on the book. 15. "Lips as well. Your turn."
"I remove your armor. What do you do?"
Sheldon's eyes dipped down to her breasts. He took the knowledge gained from that book they had given him and applied it to the situation at hand. "I erotically caress your…" Amy leaned in eager to see the result as he threw the die. 1. "Nose."
"Keep rolling." Amy commanded him.
Sheldon immediately picked up the die and rolled again. 10. Not the best outcome, but he could work with it. "Thigh." He breathed out, trailing his eyes from the die to the hem of her beige skirt. His gaze traveled up to Amy's sparkling eyes, hoping this was acceptable to her. She didn't say a word, just began to breathe harder. His breath hitched in his throat as he asked, "What do you do?"
Amy's heart was thumping in her chest; she could almost imagine Sheldon's fingers softly meandering up her thigh. She attempted a swallow, but her throat was impossibly dry. "I shiver at your touch. Then I kiss you again...deeply, my fingers locked in your hair."
Sheldon looked a little taken aback. "You shiver at my touch?"
Amy gave him a little smile. "Well yes. I'd imagine it would feel nice." She colored and looked down. "Reacting to events is part of the game so…" She looked back up into his startled blue eyes and challenged him with her glowing green embers. "What do you do?"
Sheldon was still trying to wrap his mind round Amy shivering at his touch. She had never shivered before when he touched her, but this was a different situation than holding hands for a flu shot. Could he make her respond that way again? He met the challenge of her eyes with steely blue determination. Holding her gaze he said, "I kiss you back deeply and firmly grab your…" He rolled the die and flicked his eyes down briefly before recapturing her gaze. 16. "Buttocks, then pull you flush against me." He saw her eyes widen, her hand went to her mouth again. He growled at her. "What do you do?"
Amy's breaths were steady and heavy as she bit her lip thinking. She maintained her eye contact with Sheldon and answered in a husky voice. "I grind myself against you, my breasts pressed against your chest, my hips against your hips. What do you do?"
Sheldon swallowed hard. "I...moan at your touch. My erection is pressed against you." He looked away from Amy, embarrassed but excited at his bold words. "I guide your hand to my..." He grabbed the die and rolled. 8. "Chest."
"What would it have been if it was a higher number?" Amy questioned him, breathlessly.
"My... penis." Sheldon said licking his lips.
"Oh my!" Amy felt way, way too warm, but knew Sheldon would flee if she took off her cardigan while they were doing this.
Sheldon also had developed a sheen of perspiration as he croaked out, "What do you do?"
"I rub my hands over your muscular chest and down your taut belly, till I reach the edge of your tunic. I pull it over your head and remove it. I slowly caress your bare chest and gaze with need into your brilliant blue eyes."
"Um. My characters eyes are green, like yours."
"Just for tonight can they be blue?"
"Al-alright. I guess that's only fair since I'm not picturing you with four breasts covered in hair."
Sheldon is picturing my breasts! "Good it's settled then. It's your turn."
"I…" He sent the die tumbling. 18. "Remove your tunic and kiss my way down your neck. You?"
"I groan and run my hands over your strong back. You?"
"I pull you down to the moss covered ground and attempt to remove your leggings." The die tumbled. 19. "They slide off easily. Your turn."
"I remove your leggings as well. I nip and suck on your neck. Your turn."
"You're biting me?" Sheldon asked.
"Well yes, not hard. It won't leave a mark or anything." Amy assured him. "It's just something that I think would feel good, in certain areas."
"Fascinating." Sheldon's eyes found her chest again. "Very well then. I begin to nibble your…" He rolled. 2. Drat! "Wrist." He picked up the die again.
"Sheldon, it's not the best place to be nibbled, but I think I would like it." She squirmed on the bed, imagining his large hand around hers as his lips and teeth grazed her pulse point.
"I do have a saving throw being an elf, and you can't get much lower than 2 so…" He picked up the die again and rolled it. 3. "I nibble your… knees?"
"Yeah, that could work. I tell you it feels good as I run my hands through your hair."
"But that wasn't what I was trying for, Amy, I wanted 13 or higher." Sheldon seemed disappointed in how the seduction by numbers was going.
"Well what happens when you're on a quest and you roll low numbers?" Amy asked.
"My character ends up dead and I lose the game." Sheldon said dejectedly.
"Well my dear Dr. Cooper, no one is going to die playing this game and we are both going to end up winning." She beamed at him. "I know you like to excel at everything you do, but a couples first time sometimes doesn't go smoothly. So keep trying and frankly I wouldn't mind being nibbled on by you in either of those places." She rubbed her hand over her knee unconsciously, but Sheldon took notice as he watched as her hand caressed the thin material of her tights. "What body part is 13 anyway?"
Sheldon hesitated in his vocalization of the parts in question, but his eyes instantly dipped to her bosom and lingered until he caught himself staring and turned his burning face away.
Amy Farrah Fowler had just been openly ogled. And it was her new favorite thing. "Oh, those." The words came out breathy and soft.
"Um yeah, those." Sheldon took a deep breath to calm himself and exhaled through his mouth. Without looking at her, he threw the die. 8. "I nibble on your belly." He rolled again. 6. "Now your neck."
"Mmmmm." Amy moaned, getting a curious look from Sheldon. Her breathing became uneven and she spoke in a breathless fashion. "I nibble you back on the neck and whisper, 'Don't stop.'" She looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
Sheldon felt a coil of flame ignite in his belly. He rolled a 19. "I continue to nibble on your soft neck."
"Oh yes. My hand traces down to find your manhood, hard and ready. I stroke it" Amy purred softly.
Sheldon looked wide eyed at Amy, who was wringing the hem of her skirt exposing a bit more upper leg than Sheldon had seen before. He grabbed the die and it almost slipped out of his moist palms. 10. "I nibble your...thighs." He rerolled another 6. "I'm nibbling your neck again."
"Yes, oh yes! I writhe in pleasure. I nibble your cute pointy ears gently." She looked at her flushed and rapidly breathing man and used a bit of knowledge to her advantage. "If you were a Ferengi, you would be through the roof right about now."
Sheldon looked up quickly from the die, his gaze colliding with hers and Amy saw his eyes shift to a dangerous shade of blue, crackling and sparking with desire. Sheldon determinedly picked up the die again and rolled. His eyes releasing hers for a heartbeat to see the result. 12. His voice a whisper. "I nibble on your lips." He hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking to Amy's slightly parted lips then down to her chest. It was a decent roll but not that elusive 13 he so badly wanted. He reached for the die but stopped himself. He clasped his knees, rubbing them nervously. He looked up at Amy, who had a tiny smile on her face. Amy looked at him understanding his dilemma. She looked down at the die then back at him and gave a slight nod. He picked up the die again and rolled it around in his hand, Amy's eyes recapturing his, but his hand stopped as there was a knock on his door.
Penny had lit into Leonard, Howard and Bernadette about not being kept in the loop, or being asked for advice. After letting them have it, she realized that Sheldon and Amy hadn't returned yet. She convinced Leonard to go with her and check on them. Leonard knocked on the door. "Hey, you guys have been in there for a while. You doing okay?"
"We're fine, thank you." Sheldon's annoyed reply came through the door as he swirled the die in his hand and prepared to let it fly.
"Okay, we just want to say, we feel really bad about…" Penny began.
"Go away! Sheldon is nibbling on my... 14! Yes!" Amy couldn't keep still and bounced on Sheldon's bed excitedly.
Sheldon was relieved that he finally got the 13 or higher he needed. He impatiently waited a minute till his Vulcan hearing told him that Leonard and Penny had left them in peace. He glanced back to Amy who was so excited she was finding it difficult to hold still. He then fixed Amy with a wicked look, which inflamed her loins. "I finally find my way to your breasts and nibble on both of them at my leisure."
Amy inhaled sharply, pressing the palm of her hand against her chest as if to keep her heart from bursting from her ribcage. "Y-you do?"
"Yes." He gave her breasts a lingering look and then focused on her dilated and round eyes. "What do you do?"
"I need you to take me. Now." Amy said in between deep breaths. Sheldon's eyes widened now as he gulped. "In the game, Sheldon." Although... "I beg you to take me, as I squirm under your ministrations. I'm delirious with desire for you."
"As I am for you. I position myself between your legs and attempt entry." Sheldon rolled the die, Amy leaning over the book to see the result. 9. I missed? He looked up to Amy, her lips in a thin line. He was not going to disappoint Amy today. "I rub myself against you, teasing you." He picked up the die again and reached for her hand. He hoped she wouldn't mind that his hand was sweaty, but clasping hers he found her palm moist as well. He dropped the die.17. "I enter you."
Amy slowly rubbed her thumb on his hand. "I quiver with pleasure and grasp your backside, pulling you closer to me."
"I groan and…" 15. "Kiss every part of you I can reach as I speed up my movements." He started to stroke her hand with his thumb as well.
"I match your rhythm, my fingers gripping your back, your name on my lips." Amy said breathlessly.
Sheldon rolled the die in his palm. 14. "The tension that has been building within me is almost unbearable. I stare deep into your eyes, and ask if you're close."
"Before you can finish asking if I'm close, I climax, moaning and calling your name." Amy's thumb had sped up, making tight circles against Sheldon's hand.
Sheldon rolled a 20. "Your climax triggers me to reach mine. I cry out your name, 'Amy, Amy, Amy' as I fall spent against your body and softly kiss your lips." Sheldon's grip on her hand tightened as he talked.
Amy felt a thrill go through her as she realized he used her name instead of her characters name. She wondered if he did it on purpose, or had simply forgotten. But how often did Sheldon Lee Cooper forget something? "I hold you tight to me, hoping that this moment never ends."
The die landed on 17. "I stroke your hair and tell you that I'll never leave you, that you are mine forever." Sheldon whispered as his gaze turned to their joined hands.
What was that? Oh my God, was that for me or the orc? Me or the orc? Amy felt like she had just been struck by lightning. "S-s-so Ravadiana shouldn't worry that Sheldor would leave her for a beautiful elf or a dwarf lady with a mountain of gold?"
Sheldon looked at Amy puzzled. "Dwarf women have beards. I don't like facial hair on myself, let alone someone I would be kissing."
Amy shook her head at him. "No Sheldon, I meant is it true that my half-orc can be secure in the knowledge that your elf is telling the truth? Will he never leave her and is she his forever?"
Sheldon knew they were entering dangerous territory again. But they had just played an erotic dice game together and the world didn't come to an end. He looked back down at their joined hands. "Amy, Ravadiana should be secure in the knowledge that there is nothing that she could do that would ever make Sheldor leave her. He may go on a quest without her, or there may be other circumstances that make him leave her side but they are bonded together and can never be parted for long. There has been no other for Sheldor and there will be no other ever." He raised his face to meet her eyes, finding them glistening. "Amy? You're not crying are you?"
"No, no. I'm fine. Really well." Amy smiled at him.
"Good."
"Did you enjoy yourself Sheldon?" Amy asked hopefully.
"I did. I was quite frustrated that I kept rolling low numbers when I just wanted to get to your breasts."
Amy chuckled and blushed. "Well sometimes the journey is half the fun. I certainly wasn't complaining."
Sheldon gave her that half-grin that drove her mad. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I did. I never thought Dungeons and Dragons could be so exciting."
"Me neither." Sheldon said under his breath. He gave her hand a final squeeze before releasing it. "Shall we rejoin the others?" Sheldon put his die back in its bag and picked up the train book.
"Yes. I just need a minute. I'll be out soon." Amy promised.
Sheldon rose and put the book and die away. He opened the bedroom door and turned to Amy, giving her a warm smile before closing the door gently behind him.
Amy let out a satisfied sigh. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect tonight to end in the way it did. Instead of a hazy drunken girl's night in Sin City, she spent the most exciting night of her life playing a "game" with her brilliant handsome boyfriend. And in playing that "game" she fell even deeper in love with him than she had been before. But even better than the faux fornication was the promise that Sheldor made to Ravadiana. That she was his and that nothing she did would cause him to leave her. Ravadiana was one lucky half-orc.
But not half as lucky as Amy.
The End
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has read this story, reviewed it or added it to one of your lists. You are a big reason that people like me write in the first place!
I know there are people out there that aren't fans of season 6. Sheldon can be a jerk more times than not. I hope that this story made season 6 a bit more palatable to some of you.
As always reviews are welcome.