A/N: You wanted it, you got it! I hope you enjoy this bonus chapter to close out this stage of Sheldon and Amy's life. Remember to check out The Sin Closet Diaries to find out where the future leads them.
The elevator doors opened to reveal an empty hallway. It was almost midnight, and all the guests had returned to their respective rooms. Mary Cooper had even taken her younger son's advice and booked a room in a nearby hotel when he pointed out how late it was and the fact that his siblings had ingested alcohol and were in no shape to make the drive back to Galveston.
Sheldon tightened his grip on his bride's hand as they stepped into the sixth floor hallway towards the honeymoon suite. He fumbled with the keycard, inserting and removing it three times before the green light indicated it had opened. When Amy tried to slip inside, he remained rooted to the spot.
"I believe social convention dictates that I carry you across the threshold."
"I didn't know you planned to uphold tradition."
"I want to do this properly." He tilted his head inquisitively. "Is there a reason you don't want me to uphold tradition?"
"No. I'm just surprised."
"Well, prepare yourself for even more surprises, Dr. Fowler-Cooper." Before she could respond, he scooped her up and easily carried her inside.
As the door clicked shut behind them, she wrapped her arms around his neck and willed time to stand still. Her senses took in every detail, from the faint scent of baby powder still lingering from his shower to the length of his strides as he crossed the room. Before she was ready, he gently lay her down in the middle of the king-sized bed.
She looked up to find him staring at her. "Sheldon, are you okay? Did you throw out your back?"
He blinked and shook his head slightly. "I'm fine. I just can't stop staring at you. You're so beautiful."
"It's probably just the dress and the hair."
"It's not just that. You're always beautiful, but now that we're officially bonded together for life... I don't know how to explain it."
She scooted over and patted the spot next to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and hers then strode over to the desk where a basket of artisan chocolates and wine goblets with a glass bottle in a silver bucket of ice next to it awaited them.
"You ordered wine?" She asked skeptically.
"It's sparkling cider. The concierge was surprisingly unfazed by my request. Would you care for a glass?"
"Maybe later. I'm still full from the cake," she admitted, rubbing her belly.
She patted the bed again, and he accepted her offer, being careful not to wrinkle the rented tux. When he was situated, she rested her head on his chest. His heart raced, and she propped herself up on her elbow to peer into his face, noting a nervous tic in his eye.
"Are you regretting marrying me?" She asked quietly.
"Why would you even say that?"
She licked her lips. "You're displaying some classic signs of fear."
"Amy, I meant what I said earlier. Aside from becoming a physicist, there is nothing I have ever been more certain of in my whole life. I'm just a little nervous that the night isn't over, and I can still ruin your perfect day."
"Are you referring to the expectations of marital night copulation?"
He licked his lips and nodded slightly.
"Sheldon, we've done this before. Each time we make love, you rock my world. I can assure you that this time won't be any different." She lowered her head until their lips met. She kissed him softly then pulled back slightly.
"But it is different. There's the pressure of everyone expecting us to consummate our marriage. We were barely married an hour when my mother started asking about grandbabies."
"Are you ready for children yet?"
He blanched. "No. Are you?"
"No. I want to enjoy married life with just the two of us. I won't go off the pill until we're both ready, so your mom will have to wait."
She felt some of the tension leave his body. "It's late. Why don't we get some rest and make this marriage completely legal in the morning? No one will know."
"I don't want to wait, and not just because of social convention. I've wanted to ever since I caught my first glimpse of you in this," he admitted, his hand gliding down the white fabric. "I just want it to be perfect."
She leaned over and kissed him again. "Why don't we undress and go from there?"
"Where are you going?" He called after her, as she stood at the foot of the bed.
She twisted her head to meet his eyes. "I don't want to tear the fabric." Her fingers deftly began unbuttoning the pearl-like buttons that ran from the base of her neck to her waistline then stilled.
"Are you alright?" He asked, coming up behind her.
"I'm just sad that once I take it off, I'll never wear it again."
"Then don't take it off yet." He closed the gap and began rebuttoning the white lace garment.
"But what about consummating our marriage?"
"We will. I just want to do something first." He dug in his pants pocket, extracting his phone.
"Who are you calling? Everyone we know is probably asleep."
"I'm not calling anyone. I wanted to snap a few pictures before you get undressed. They won't be near as good of quality as the photographer's, but you'll get to wear the dress a little longer and have a few more snapshots to remember this day by."
Having picked up a few pointers from the photographer's cues, he directed her to strike some flattering poses. Giggling, she snatched the phone from his hand and snapped a few of him before taking her place next to him and taking a few selfies. Ten minutes and 50 pictures later, Sheldon set his phone down on the desk.
"I guess I can't put this off any longer," she sighed, her fingers poised over the buttons at her neck.
"Hang on. There's one more pose we haven't tried." He offered his hand and led her to the bed.
"I hope you're not planning to film our naked bodies."
He scrunched up his nose. "Nothing like that, but these will be for our eyes only. Lie down."
"Wait. I need to remove this," she indicated the veil and tiara, wincing as she tugged the bobby pins out one by one.
After the headpiece was safely out of her hair, they assumed their earlier positions. Sheldon angled his phone to capture as much of them in the frame as possible. When he was satisfied, he held his arm steady and leaned over to kiss her cheek, her forehead, and finally her lips. When her tongue probed him, seeking entry, he parted his lips and moaned. Her fingers dove into his short locks, pulling his head even closer, eliciting a deeper moan. The phone slipped from his hand onto the floor. The soft thud as it hit the carpet broke the spell, and she pulled away.
"I really should take this off before we go too far." She pecked his lips then stood and reached for the top button.
"Allow me."
She dropped her hands to her sides as his took their place. As her bare back was slowly revealed, she reveled in his warm breath on her skin and shivered in anticipation of what would soon come. When the last button was undone, he slowly slid the sleeves down her shoulders and lowered his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses from her hairline down to her shoulder blades. He kneeled down to continue the trail all the way down to her waist. His lips lingered just above her waistline then tore themselves away. He stood and lowered the dress down to her hips. She carefully stepped out of it and stroked the fabric one last time before draping it over the hanger.
"I've never seen this set before," he murmured, running one hand over the white silk bikini-cut garment barely covering her bottom, while the other hand glided along the strap of her matching bra.
She smiled seductively. "I bought it especially for this occasion. You like it?"
He stood back to take it all in and gulped. "Very much so."
"And what do you have under here?" She asked playfully, wrapping her arms around him, her hands squeezing his posterior through his black pants.
He responded by pressing himself against her.
"Someone's happy to see me," she purred. Her hands gave him one last squeeze before circling around to the front of his pants. In one swift move, she lowered his zipper then worked on freeing the lone button. The black garment slipped down to his ankles, revealing a pair of The Flash briefs.
"I know you said no to a superhero wedding, but I didn't think this would count," he grinned sheepishly.
"I'm okay with it as long as you don't emulate The Flash when it comes to our sexy time."
"I would never rush our lovemaking sessions. I enjoy pleasuring you." He stepped out of the pants, folded them, and hung them next to her dress then shrugged out of the matching jacket.
Amy reached up and removed his bowtie then set to work on the column of buttons. She draped the white shirt over a hanger then allowed her eyes to roam over his nearly-nude body. Her hand reached out and lightly grazed the bulge beneath the remaining piece of fabric and looked up at him shyly.
Sheldon extended his hand, and together they turned down the comforter and slipped under the sheets, flicking off their respective lamps. They lay facing each other, his arm slung loosely over her waist, their faces illuminated only by the moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling window.
He brushed her hair from her face. "I love you, Amy," he whispered. "More than you'll ever know."
"I love you more," she countered.
"Not possible."
Before she could argue, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her collarbone and cautiously brushed his fingertips over one breast, her nipple hardening under his touch. When he lifted his head to watch her, she latched onto his lips. He continued fondling her, eliciting a soft moan. Peeling back the bra cup, he returned his hand to her bare breast, and her moaning intensified.
"Oh God, Sheldon!" She whimpered. "That form of stimulation is highly efficient!"
Her admission triggered a further hardening of the bulge, now threatening to escape from its confines. Sensing his discomfort, she reached over and lowered his waist band, setting him free. He inhaled sharply as her fingertips made contact with the sensitive flesh.
"You're a vixen, Amy Farrah Fowler-Cooper." She giggled. "What's so funny?"
"That's such a mouthful. I'm not complaining though. I will proudly bear the Cooper name."
"Good because you're stuck with it now." He kissed her cheek then continued his ministrations on her other breast through the fabric.
"It opens in the front."
"What?"
"The bra. It opens in the front for easy access."
He fumbled with the clasp and finally set his prize free. "So beautiful," he murmured before dipping the tip of his tongue to her taut flesh.
She squirmed under his warm breath, his tongue flicking her nipple with just the right amount of pressure as his fingers gently tweaked the other. His free hand slid down her hips, to her outer thigh, and finally resting between her legs, not quite touching her apex. His fingers began drawing lazy circles that never reached their target.
"Please," she begged.
He inched his fingers towards the silky garment hiding her wet curls and slowly inserted one into her core, plunging it deeper with each thrust.
"Sheldon!" She gasped, releasing her hold on him.
He drew his finger out. "Are you okay? Was it too deep? Too quick? Too..."
She shook her head. "No, it was perfect. I just..."
"You just what?"
"You're going to think I'm being silly."
"What is it?"
"I only want to orgasm through traditional sex tonight."
"You mean..."
She grasped him again. "Yes."
"But we haven't even gotten halfway through the foreplay. I don't want to be quick like The Flash."
"We'll take our time, just like we did our first time."
He licked his lips. "Alright."
Amy slid the silky white straps down her arms and lifted herself off the mattress just enough to slip it off her body and leaned back against the pillows as Sheldon shucked his briefs, folding them neatly on his lamp table. He hooked his thumbs in her waistband and slid the damp silk down her legs then settled between them.
"Wait!"
"I knew it! We haven't engaged in enough foreplay."
"No, not that." She reached around her neck, unclasped the chain holding her double helix charm, and set it on her lamp table. "I didn't want to break the chain or have it tangle in my hair."
He hovered over her, balancing his weight on his forearms. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips gravitated towards hers. The feather-light touch gradually became more persistent. She parted her lips, deepening the kiss. As their tongues mingled, he slowly inched himself into her. She was so hot and wet, he had to still himself and grit his teeth to keep from climaxing too soon. He released the liplock and buried his face in her hair. After a few moments, he began languidly thrusting.
Amy reached up and swept his hair from his forehead. Their gazes locked. "I wish we could stay like this forever," she sighed.
"It's not humanly possible for men to keep an erection forever. Besides, we have our lives to get back to in Pasadena."
"I didn't mean literally. It was... nevermind." She wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed him into her further.
"I thought you wanted to take it slow and stay like this forever."
"It was wishful thinking. I wouldn't mind speeding up a little."
"Very well." He gradually quickened the pace. Her hips bucked up with every thrust, and she tightened around him. The increased friction was all it took for Sheldon to give in to reach his peak. He stiffened and shuddered, shouting her name before collapsing on her. The warm sensation in her sent her over the edge moments later.
"That was intense," he confessed when he recovered, lifting himself slightly to keep from crushing her with his weight. "Even more so than our first time."
"Maybe because we're more in sync now. We were both so uncertain two years ago."
"I think you may be on to something."
"I love you, Sheldon."
"I love you too." He kissed her forehead then rolled onto his back. She rested her head and hand on his chest and sighed contentedly. He brought his hand up to meet hers, their gold bands glinting in the moonlight as they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.