~Chapter 28~
A/N- I am overwhelmed by the love you've all shown me, personally and with this story. Thank you. I hope this chapter goes a long way to show you how much I love you back. This is the Sheldon that I have always longed to see; the Sheldon I know is in there somewhere. Close your eyes, and just imagine. Or, pretend you are Amy. *winks* I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of The Big Bang Theory. This is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.
"…You're the whisper of a summer breeze. You're the kiss that puts my soul at ease. What I'm saying is, I'm into you…here's my story and the story goes- you give love, you'll get love, and more than Heaven knows…." Paula Abdul – Rush Rush
Howard, Leonard, and Raj took their seats in the cafeteria. Sheldon was holed up in his office with Alex trying to finish an important paper Dr. Gablehauser was waiting for. With his absence, it was the perfect time to pose the topic Howard knew was on everyone's mind.
"Have you guys noticed how strange Sheldon has been acting the last few weeks?"
Leonard and Raj exchanged bemused looks at Howard's question.
"Well, no more than usual. Although I found it out of character that he didn't want to call an emergency meeting to revise the Roommate Agreement after I forgot to put the cap back on the toothpaste yesterday," Leonard said, laughing, before digging in to his salad. Raj smirked knowingly.
"I know why he's been acting so strange. He's been bitten by the love bug. I think it's beautiful." Raj said dreamily. Howard scrunched up his face in agreement.
"He's been bitten by something. But I don't know how to take this 'new' Sheldon. He's freaking me out a little. I'm not used to seeing Sheldon smiling all of the time. And yesterday? I caught him whistling." Howard said, incredulity in his voice. This made Leonard sit up and drop his fork.
"Sheldon Cooper whistling? Get out of here. I'm not even allowed to whistle at home when I'm alone. Are you sure?" Leonard asked.
Howard nodded vigorously.
"I heard him. I stopped by his office to drop off some documents President Siebert asked me to bring him, and his door was ajar. He was whistling. Swear to God," Howard said, mimicking the Boy Scout salute.
Leonard narrowed his eyes. Something was definitely up.
"What was he whistling? Did you recognize the tune?" Raj asked, and both Howard and Leonard stared at him.
"No, I didn't recognize the tune!" Howard spat, exasperated. "The point is, Sheldon is not his usual self. I know the last few months have really changed him, but it's been crazy since you guys had your building tented. Don't you remember that Monday afternoon afterward, he bought us all lunch in the cafeteria?" Howard intoned, and the two men nodded.
"He and Amy must have had some weekend," Raj cooed, raising his brows in a sexy gesture. Howard looked to Leonard for confirmation.
"Did he say anything about that to give you that impression?"
Leonard shrugged.
"Well, he was in his room by the time Penny and I came back that Sunday night. He seemed alright the next morning, though, if not a little tired.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. Leonard and Howard looked at each other in curiosity. Howard shook his head in the negative, while Leonard narrowed his eyes, then raised his brows, considering.
Maybe…
Nah. No way. Not Sheldon.
Right?
Howard was the first to speak.
"Well…Amy survived him being there, anyway. Come to think of it…She's been acting stranger than usual as well."
Raj's eyes went wide.
"Home girl has been acting different…" Raj said thoughtfully. Both men looked at him strangely.
"Home girl, Raj?" Howard questioned. "Amy lives in Glendale, not Compton."
Raj shot Howard a glare. "Hey, it's just a term of endearment. Like when I call you my 'brotha from another motha'."
Howard shook his head at his Indian friend's antics.
"Anyway, back to Earth…Leonard, you don't think that they….you know." Howard trailed off suggestively, and Leonard shook his head.
"I doubt it. But something must have happened. Sheldon Cooper does not whistle. He loathes the practice so much, it's forbidden in the apartment. I think at one point, he tried to pass a motion that the entire building couldn't even do it."
Howard mulled it over, shrugging.
"What is this obsession you have with whistling? Give it a rest, already." Howard said, annoyed.
Leonard glared at his plate. "That's because you don't have someone forbidding you to do it." He countered, equally annoyed.
"Well, It looks like our little guy is growing up," Raj said, wiping a mock tear. "You always think you're prepared for them to leave the nest, until they do."
Leonard and Howard rolled their eyes at each other.
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Three weeks had passed since what Sheldon would dub 'The Termite Incident of 2015'.
Sheldon and Amy had grown closer, and everyone had taken notice. It was only subtle changes, but for the formerly staid pair, those changes were blindingly obvious.
Neither one of them had suggested another sleep over, though. And that was fine. After the monumental shift that weekend, they were in no hurry. The desires were there, though.
Good grief…were they there.
Amy found herself hesitant to wash her sheets and pillowcases because they carried his delicious scent. The first few nights after their weekend, she slept hugging his pillow to her, inhaling the trace of his talc and cologne. She could still feel his warmth in her bed, and as she drifted off to sleep she imagined his arms around her tightly.
Many times throughout the day, she contemplated leaving her lab to head over to Sheldon's office and surprise him with lunch, or something more…but his office was clear across campus, and she had a very heavy workload at present.
Sheldon fared no better; waking up alone Monday morning made him realize just how accustomed he was becoming to her presence. Suddenly his empty bed felt cold and lonely. He chided himself for acting this way; after all, he was A Scientist. He didn't deal well with emotions. This was becoming ridiculous. And yet…
He couldn't hide the fact that he thought of Amy, day and night.
They skyped every night and Sheldon found he was desperate by the end of the day to see her face, hear her voice, and look into her eyes.
Sheldon found that from his third floor office window, he could see across campus to the biology labs windows. He knew which window belonged to Amy, and he would often find himself staring out the window in hopes of spying her somehow.
Good Lord…He was a full-fledged hippy now. He had traded in his Buster Brown's for Birkenstocks. His tie die t- shirt was on order though.
It was their Thursday date night now, and Sheldon had asked Amy over to discuss an important matter. Amy inquired if they would be dining out, and Sheldon said no. He asked her if she would pick up some food for them to share at his apartment.
Sheldon stared at the document which lay in front of him on his coffee table. 31 pages of rules, regulations, demands, and compromises. Endless addendums. The most important to him being the one he had just comprised. He stared at the papers, bound in laminate and carefully spiraled together with nary a wrinkle or a scratch.
The Relationship Agreement-his tangible grounding tool to all things related to Amy Farrah Fowler.
He had a copy in his I Pad, of course. But there was something about the written word that was completely indisputable. It wasn't just words hanging out there in cyberspace. It was there, on paper for the world to view.
Amy would be here soon. He was terrified that when she saw his new stipulations, she would tell him that the relationship was over. He was uncertain of so many things - but he knew this was the correct course of action. And if Amy agreed, they could move forward. He hadn't yet thought about what would happen if she refused.
He decided he would jump off that bridge when they came to it. Sitting back in his spot heavily, his eyes scanned the document again.
He hadn't come to this decision lightly. It had taken him three days of careful consideration, weighing all of the pros and cons, for him to arrive at his current state of being. But now, sitting here staring at the facts, he was uncertain once again.
Why? He knew Amy wanted to move things forward. So why did this fear continue to flourish in the pit of his stomach?
'Because you are petrified. You have too much to lose now', His mind supplied.
The evidence did seem to support that. His palms were sweaty, his heart was racing, and he felt dizzy. Either he was afraid, or there was a poltergeist in the room. Sheldon jumped up, pacing the floor.
That weekend together changed everything. She knew, he was certain, of the conclusions he had come to. She didn't push him, though. Didn't demand an answer. She was so wonderful, in that way. Well, in every way. But especially that way. He felt more comfortable with her than anyone on Earth, save his Meemaw. He couldn't wait for the day the two women he adored would meet face to face. He knew Meemaw would love her as much as he did. That truth warmed him from the inside out.
Sitting here, thinking about her, warmed him as well. He was no longer a stranger to touching Amy. He knew now how she felt. How she sounded. How she smelled. If he closed his eyes, he could actually feel her. At night, alone in his bed, he only had to think of her and the memory of her gentle hands bringing him to orgasm had him hard and panting. His own hand was a poor substitute now. Rather than feeling dirty or ashamed at his sexual awakening, he felt invigorated. Alive.
Horny.
He desired Amy. Truly desired her. The day was coming where he would surrender completely to her. Even though this tentative journey was titillating in its own way and had every nerve ending poised for contact, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering down other avenues.
What would it feel like to make love to her? To be buried deep inside of her and not only witness her reaching her climax, but feeling it? How would she feel, so tight around him? The pleasure must be out of this world, he surmised, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
Pull yourself together, man! He demanded, coming back to himself and clearing his throat. Now was not the time to wallow in these thoughts. Amy would be here any minute.
Leonard came out of his room, attaching his watch to his wrist and eyeing Sheldon in concern. He was red in the face and looked agitated.
"Everything okay?" He asked cautiously, and Sheldon just nodded his head.
"Amy's on her way. I'm…" He stopped, looking at Leonard with a look that had the shorter man frowning.
"Sheldon, are you alright? You look frazzled, even for you."
Sheldon rolled his eyes, shaking his head once again.
"Leonard, I'm fine. I just…have a lot to discuss with Amy tonight. I'm nervous, is all."
Leonard patted him on the back gently.
"Listen, Sheldon. You and Amy have a great thing going. Just let it happen. Don't push it, and don't analyze it to death. Okay?"
Sheldon stared at Leonard, dumbfounded.
"Don't analyze it? How is that prudent? It must be viewed through rational-"
Leonard cut his friend off with a gentle smile.
"Sheldon…it will alright. Just go with your instincts. Trust your heart. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm spending the night with Penny after we come home."
He waved at Sheldon, leaving quietly.
Sheldon snorted. My heart. That is a bunch of hippy dippy nonsense, he decided. His heart was precisely the reason he was in this mess. If he had just kept to his chosen course, he would be fine. Instead, he found himself in unchartered waters.
Now wasn't the time to relent or second guess. He owed her this much. And he wanted to do this, he decided. So when she knocked in her brisk way, he opened the door and smiled widely.
God, she looked beautiful. She smelled beautiful. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, he feared. Maybe a public place with lots of people was a better setting.
"Good evening, Sheldon. It's so good to see you," She said sweetly, stepping inside and kissing his cheek swiftly. Sheldon froze, his eyes following her as she went to sit on the couch in her spot next to his after putting the bag which held their dinner down on the island.
Sheldon wasted no time, getting down to brass tacks.
"Amy…the reason I wanted to have dinner in tonight is because…I've made some amendments to the relationship agreement which I hope you will agree to."
In the blink of an eye, Amy's face went from serene to worried.
"And what are these amendments?" She asked, obvious fear in her voice. Sheldon hated hearing it.
He cleared his throat noisily.
"The amendments entail a two part alteration. The first, concerns date night. At present, we have one date night per week, on Thursday. I would like, if you are of a mind, to change that to every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night," He rushed out.
Amy gaped at him.
Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday? Her breath left her in a rush, and she grabbed the couch cushion beneath her for support.
Sheldon frowned as he watched the physical change in Amy; this was what he feared most of all. That he was too pushy, too clingy, and that she was perfectly happy with their current arrangement. He began to curse himself for not thinking this through more clearly when Amy began to laugh. A rich, melodic sound that shot through Sheldon like a heavenly chorus. He watched her closely, trying to ascertain her mood.
"Amy…are you alright?" He asked softly, cautiously, afraid that he was imagining things when Amy's face broke out in a beautiful smile.
"I'm fine, Sheldon. Are you sure about this? Is this really what you want?" She asked with hope, afraid to even believe her ears.
Sheldon let out a relieved breath, returning her smile.
"Amy…Yes. I'm very sure. I find that my…our…current situation is not enough anymore. If we are to continue moving forward on the correct path, we need to spend more time together as a couple. You are still welcome to join us for dinner during the week any time you choose, of course. Except game nights, in which case, none of the ladies will be here. But I think it best to increase our date nights. And I think it's best that we include things you want to do as well. I shouldn't be the only way benefiting from our time together. I've been rather selfish in that vein," He said in shame, his voice lowering. "Does that idea meet with your approval?"
Amy couldn't believe her ears. She sat there, unable to move or speak. They were really doing this. They were really moving forward, as he promised, and he was trying-more than trying. Tears began to gather in her eyes, and she turned away as to not upset Sheldon.
"Have I upset you?" He asked her quietly, terrified of the answer.
"No, Sheldon. I am just so overwhelmed that you want to do this."
"Oh," He whispered, still not reading her correctly. Did that mean she was happy about the change? Or was she trying to get out of it now? Moments passed as they sat there staring at one another. Finally, Amy broke the silence.
"Um…you stated there were two new amendments. What is the second?"
Sheldon's eyes grew wide as Amy looked at him expectantly. He wondered if it were too late to run to his room and hide under the bed. Then Leonard's voice rang in his head, drowning out everything else.
…follow your heart…
He tilted his head, taking a deep breath.
"The second amendment is that we incorporate more…intimacy…into our time together."
The words came out breathy, Sheldon keeping his eyes focused on his hands.
"Intimacy?" Amy questioned, her own voice sounding raspy. Sheldon looked up and caught her staring at his lips. He took another deep breath.
"Yes. Intimacy. And not just at the end of date night. But…whenever we feel like it. To be technical…kissing, hugging, um…touching," He trailed off, a lump in his throat suddenly halting his speech. Amy's own breathing had stilted, and she reached up a hand to rub her neck.
"I see…so, I could just touch you…kiss you whenever the whimsy overcomes me?" She whispered, taking a gamble and putting her hand on his thigh. To his credit, he didn't freak out like he did the morning after their sleepover. He didn't move at all. He simply closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her warm palm on his leg.
"What is life without whimsy?" He reasoned, his voice lower than ever. "If we find ourselves in a situation where it gets to be too intense, then we can…let nature take its course."
Amy stared at Sheldon in shock. Was he proposing what she thought he was?
He sheepishly raised his eyes to hers, apprehension evident.
"Sheldon…I would never rush you into anything you weren't ready for," She said with conviction. Her honesty and care for him touched him deeply.
"And…I would never rush you into anything, Amy. I hope you know how much I care for you. I respect you more than anyone else," He said tenderly.
"I know that, Sheldon. You are the most honorable man I've ever known."
Hearing those words from her, directed at him, made his chest swell with pride. The trouble was, the thoughts going through is head were anything but honorable.
They each moved closer to each other as if pulled by magnetic force. Amy reached up and caressed Sheldon's jaw, and Sheldon turned his face into her palm. He watched her, marveling at how beautiful she was.
"I accept the terms of the agreement." She whispered softly.
Sheldon's face broke out in a beautiful smile and Amy mimicked him.
"Oh, Amy…" He whispered, wanting nothing more than to hold her. And as per the newly revised Relationship Agreement, he could. So he did. He pulled her to him, throwing his arms around her and rubbing her back in long, sensual strokes. Amy closed her eyes and absorbed the feelings he was evoking inside of her.
God, she loved this man.
"Amy…may I ask you a question, in keeping in line with our newfound agreement?" He asked her quietly, and Amy nodded slowly.
"Yes, Sheldon. Of course."
Her body broke out in a cold sweat as she caught the look in his eyes.
"Will you…I want…I'd like you to….um…." He stuttered, not able to articulate his thoughts. Amy put her hand on his jaw tenderly.
"Sheldon, it's okay. Just ask me."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Will you come with me into my bedroom? I'd like to…what did you call it once? Make out?" He stammered, his voice cracking.
Amy's eyes widened to the size of flying saucers.
Whoa….teach a man to fish, and all that.
"I know I've previously held firm to the rule, not girls allowed in my room. I am happy to abolish that rule. Just for you though, Dr. Fowler. You are the only exception," He said sweetly.
Amy's face broke out in rosy blush.
"I've been in there before, Sheldon, four times, in fact."
Sheldon waggled his brows playfully.
"You are right, Amy. Care to make it five?"
She narrowed her eyes, a grin breaking out upon her soft lips.
"Just what do you want to show me in your room that I haven't seen already?" She asked, and in answer, Sheldon leaned in and kissed her neck. Amy moaned.
Sheldon smiled wickedly.
"You'll have to join me to find out."
Amy answered the only way she knew how.
"Hoo…"
Sheldon grabbed her hand, and they ran toward his bedroom, Sheldon flinging open the door and shoving her inside playfully. Amy grabbed his waist, backing him into the bed. He fell down with a whoosh, his long body spanning the bed. Amy stood above him, watching his appealing body so helpless below her. She removed her shoes, then her cardigan, and surprised him by climbing on top of him.
"Oomph," He managed, eliciting a laugh from Amy.
"I've got you right where I want you, Dr. Cooper," She said alluringly, licking her lips for emphasis. Sheldon swallowed noisily.
"Amy…what in Heaven's name are you doing?" He chastised, making no real effort to pull her off. In anything, he sank further into the bed to allow her to fully climb on top of him.
"I'm exercising my right as the girlfriend to subdue my boyfriend-article 6, section 24. It's there in black and white," She said, removing her glasses and placing them on Sheldon's nightstand. He gazed up into her eyes.
"Is that so? And what if I protest? Will you use brute force?" He questioned, his heart beginning to pound a staccato beat. Without realizing it, he put his hands on her thighs. His touch was electric, and Amy moaned quietly as his palms slid upward.
"No…no force. I will never force the unwilling," She said seriously, her lips curling into a shy smile.
Sheldon's eyes dipped to her legs straddling him. He longed for the day when there would be nothing between them. He wanted to touch her to the point of insanity.
"Well…what if the boyfriend is willing?" He asked quietly, looking at her from under his amazing lashes. Amy's body was on high alert, every cell standing at attention.
Brazenly, she began to unbutton her blouse. She removed four buttons from their enclosures before focusing on Sheldon. She had on no undershirt, and when she leaned forward she afforded Sheldon a good view of her ample cleavage. His eyes lowered to take in the view, pupil's dilating as he noticed purple lace come into focus. He bit his lip.
"If the boyfriend is willing, then the girlfriend is amiable." She whispered in his ear, relishing the way he shivered at her touch. It made her feel powerful and beautiful, knowing she affected him this way.
"Is that a fact, Dr. Fowler? What proof can you offer me to convince me of your…amiability? I should think I need further convincing. After all, I am a genius. Nothing gets past me easily", He whispered seductively.
Amy's eyes seared through Sheldon.
"You will just have to trust me, Dr. Cooper."
Sheldon continued to stroke her thighs, running his palms up toward her hips. He loved it when she didn't wear tights, and her amazing legs were on display for him. Having newly discovered how soft her skin was, he thrilled at the picture his big hands created on her pale flesh. Amy closed her eyes as his sensual caress went higher. When they reached the juncture of her thighs, Amy's breath caught in her throat as he lifted her skirt a tad to display her to his hungry gaze.
"Mmm…Sheldon…your touch sets me on fire," She admitted, her voice high and wispy.
He watched her, enraptured, as her eyes closed and she moaned.
"Do you like that, Amy? Does my touch please you?" He whispered, his thumbs skirting dangerously close to her panties. He purposely skimmed over the lace, barely touching her.
Amy watched the sensual caress he gave her, marveling at how sexy his hands were.
"God, you know it does. I dream about these hands, Sheldon. Please, don't stop," She begged. It thrilled Sheldon to know that he aroused her.
"Your skin is so soft. I love touching it. I think it's my new favorite obsession," He admitted, shocking himself more than Amy.
In response to his sensual words Amy rocked her hips, grounding down against Sheldon's burgeoning erection. He groaned, grabbing her hips to steady her. She did it again, this time sliding down a bit. Everywhere they touched, fire erupted. A guttural groan escaped his lips as Amy swiveled her hips three times. Sheldon's eyes rolled back in his head. He was quickly losing all control, all rational thought.
"What are you doing to me?" He gritted out, his voice sounding like sandpaper. The sound shot straight to Amy's core.
"I don't even recognize myself anymore," He lamented, the pain in his voice apparent. "All I want is feel your body next to mine. I want to touch you, Amy. I want to make you call my name again. I can't sleep without dreaming of you. I can't work without wondering what you're doing. You are everywhere," He whined. "I never expected this. I never wanted this. But now…I can't stop it. God help me, I can't stop."
It was time to be equally honest with him. Hearing Sheldon speak so bluntly and so full of lust did things to her that she never imagined. The idea of her prim and robotic boyfriend actually having sexual feelings stirred every primal instinct inside of her. She'd longed for him for years. Now he knew what it felt like to long for something so badly.
Quid pro quo.
"I will tell you what I'm doing, Dr. Cooper. I'm taking what's mine," She said with conviction, startling him into silence. Hearing her stake her claim on him was the hottest, most sensual thing he had ever heard. He swallowed as he watched her resume her task of unbuttoning her blouse, peeling it down her arms and then flinging it on the floor. Old habits die hard, and he found his eyes following the trajectory of the garment, thinking it would wrinkle. But that thought quickly flew out the window when Amy's purple push up bra to came into full view.
"Dear Lord," He yelped, his eyes straying to the tantalizing flesh spilling out over top of the tiny cups. His mouth literally watered.
"Touch me, Sheldon. Touch me anywhere, everywhere. I am yours for the taking. I have it in writing," She said gently, her hands steadying herself on his chest.
"Amy," He moaned, feeling like he was coming unhinged. "I want to do more than touch you. I want… I want…" He stumbled, falling into silence as she moved again, pressing herself against him in the most tantalizing of ways.
"Amy lowered her mouth to his ear, blowing against the skin there. Sheldon shivered.
"What, Sheldon? What do you want?" She asked him, imploring him to be honest with her, to give her his trust. Sheldon closed his eyes, not able to look at her alluring body without restraint.
"I want to…I want to…God…I want to make you mine, in every way possible. I want to bind you to me so that you will forever know to whom you belong."
His eyes flew open at his confession, meeting her stunned ones. Amy gasped.
"Oh, God…I want that too, Sheldon. But we are in no rush. This isn't a marathon. I'm not going anywhere," She whispered, kissing his lips and nibbling at his chin. Sheldon felt his flesh swell further as she rubbed her center against the bulge in his pants. "I'm already yours. You have to know that."
Sheldon's eyes rolled backwards at her declaration.
Yes, he knew it. Had known it for a long time, and yet hearing it from her own mouth was like a revelation. A feeling of such elation swept through his body, his soul…all the while Amy kissed him, caressed him, moving her lips down to his Adam's apple and sucking gently. He lay still and let her 'have her way' with him. Making up for years of denial, years of pent up emotions…she kissed, licked, stroked and caressed his skin from his face to his neck. When she could go no further, she reached for his t shirts and began to lift them. Sheldon tried to focus on her, but his vision was blurry. He realized what she wanted, and found the presence of mind to reach behind him and aide her in her task.
Amy's eyes raked over his smooth, muscular chest with delight. He wasn't ripped, would never be on the cover of muscle magazine…but he was absolutely flawless. Taut, pale, and smooth. His biceps which he always hid beneath long sleeves were hard and defined. Amy blinked like a little girl who had been presented with a gigantic present to unwrap. He was, quite frankly, beautiful.
Sheldon's eyes were lowered to half mast, watching her perusal of him curiously. The way she licked her lips sent his blood thrumming through his veins. She always looked at him like he was everything good in the Universe. It was humbling and heartbreaking.
She was everything good in the Universe.
Amy lowered her mouth, running her tongue over his flat nipples, making Sheldon gasp. She traced a line from his sternum to his navel, thrilling at the fact he had a sexy as hell treasure trail which led to the snug waistband of his khaki's.
"You are a work of art, Dr. Cooper," She said reverently, kissing his ribs and delighting as his stomach muscles contracted. He blushed becomingly.
"Amy, please. Stop torturing me." He begged, helpless against her assault. Taking pity on him, she returned to straddle him, running her palms up and down his chest. He shuddered violently from her loving touch.
"You've tortured me every day for four years. Every look, every touch, every time you are next to me. You've kept me in chains, Dr. Cooper. I think it's only fair I exact my pound of flesh…so to speak," She said with an evil lilt in her voice.
Sheldon could only stare at her, pinned down by her raw truthfulness.
"Is that what you want, to make me pay?" He was able to say, once his voice was returned to him. She watched him, unsure whether or not he was teasing. She never imagined he would assume that she was holding their reserved past against him. It was actually the opposite. The wait she endured, while difficult, had led them to this magical place of trust and overwhelming passion. She wouldn't trade that for anything. Placing her hand on his cheek sweetly, she rubbed his skin, trying to convey her absolute adoration.
"No, you have nothing to pay for. I'd say your debt was paid in full." She admitted, letting him know that everything that led them to this moment was well worth the wait. Sheldon closed his eyes, once again surrendering to the fact he could no longer resist her.
"I've done to you no less than you have already done to me. You call me a vixen, yet it is you who have bewitched me, Sheldon. You have no idea what you do to me."
Sheldon's body trembled at her words.
"Show me," He whimpered, not caring at all how desperate he sounded. "Show me what I do to you. I want to see it. Feel it. Everywhere," He rasped.
Every barrier he had placed in his own way had been dismantled. Every bridge he erected had been burned down. Amy was his master architect, changing his landscape into one of fresh possibilities. He couldn't wait to explore this new and exciting world, with her.
They moved together, creating an unbearable friction. Sheldon reached up, pulling the cups of her bra down and pulling her breasts out for his hands to stroke. Her nipples swelled instantly and he pinched them lightly while she writhed on him, her breath choppy. Leaning up, he latched onto a peak with his mouth, while Amy grabbed his head and kept him tethered to her.
"You taste delicious, like apples," He said, devouring her hot flesh. "If you taste like this everywhere…I want to eat you alive." He moaned, trailing his tongue down her sternum.
Amy cried out at his words, moisture flooding her core.
Sheldon once told Penny that he was a Scientist and had a working knowledge of the Universe and all of its components. Right now, the only unchartered territory he wanted to explore was that of his girlfriend's body.
A thought occurred to Sheldon at that moment. A wonderful, scary, devious thought. He sat up, securing her around the waist and changing their positons, lowering Amy to the bed. She let out a surprised yelp as Sheldon's eyes roamed her body. She was as wanton as he'd ever seen her. The thought crossed his mind when they actually had sex, neither one might survive the inferno.
"What…are you doing?" She whispered apprehensively. The look in his eyes was positively sinful. Never before had Amy feared her boyfriend- until now.
Sheldon stared at her fiercely, his eyes narrowing to slits. "I'm exercising my right as the boyfriend to take what's mine," He repeated her earlier words back to her.
"Oh, my…" She croaked, her body beginning to melt as he peeled her panties down her legs.
"But Sheldon, you…" She bit out, but he cut her off by kissing a path up her leg to her center.
"I know what you are going to say," He rasped between kisses to her heated flesh. "But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. I'm tired of being a slave to my fears. I want this, Amy. I want to give this to you. Let me have this, please?" He begged, and Amy could do nothing but sink into the mattress in supplication. Her entire body was on fire, heady with the knowledge Sheldon Cooper wanted her.
"Are you…are you sure?" She stuttered, both aroused and worried. Sheldon let out a shaky breath, his eyes taking in her beautiful body which was waiting for him.
"Oh, god…yes. I am," He said with conviction. They gazed at each other a moment, knowing this would be the most intimate thing they'd done so far. That he would want to do this for her…she had no words.
"Okay," She whimpered, trying to prepare herself. Yet when he lowered his mouth to her aching flesh, Amy thought she would pass out from pleasure.
"Ahhh," She cried out, her hands fisting his hair roughly as Sheldon's tongue slid through her petal soft flesh, before using his lips to kiss her and his teeth to nibble gently.
Sheldon reveled in the taste of her. He was right…she tasted like apples everywhere. He moaned and inhaled her heady fragrance before attacking her once more.
He could not believe this was him, partaking in this act that even a year ago, would have sent him screaming in the night. He cared not about germs, or about decorum. Hardly. What he did care about, was the way Amy shuddered beneath his tender assault. The way her wetness increased with each caress. Each lick. Each kiss. The way she moaned his name. Sheldon hummed against her, loving the way she thrashed around on the bed in ecstacy.
His bed.
"Give in to me, Amy. Give me everything," He moaned, feeling possessive and crazed. If this was the oblivion that came with surrendering to Ones baser instincts, then he had already crashed and burned.
"Yes, oh god. Sheldon…please" She wailed, her back arching off the bed. Sheldon felt his manhood harden to epic proportions when he saw her breasts swaying in front of his line of sight, her nipples hard. She resembled a goddess. And he…he felt like a god.
"You're mine, Amy. Mine. Say it," He beseeched her, wanting to brand her as his. This feeling of animalistic domination frightened him.
Amy thrashed about, her body flushed and her vision clouded. She couldn't breathe as he added his fingers to this onslaught. Good god…where on Earth did he learn how to do this? How was it even possible that he was doing this? Her Sheldon…her sweet, germophobic Sheldon…was performing oral sex on her like a master.
"Say it," He ordered, plunging his tongue once again through her lips while his fingers teased her relentlessly. She was panting now, rolling around while he tried to keep her still. It was no easy task. When he drew her clitoris into his mouth, he knew he had her. A high pitched, keening cry escaped her and she thrust her womanhood into his mouth sharply.
"Yours," She cried, her body coming apart as she and flooded his mouth and fingers with her arousal. "Oh, god…yours."
A loud groan escaped Sheldon as he absorbed her pleasure, into his heart and soul. How he ever gathered the courage to do this, he'd never know. But he felt fearless and unbreakable in this moment.
"Damn right, you're mine," He roared, his Texas cadence sounding sexy as sin. Giving her no time to recover from her orgasm, he grasped her by the waist and settled her down on his lap again, thrusting up into her as her body twitched and she tried desperately to hang on. His hardness was practically bursting through his pants, but there was no way in heaven or hell he would remove them. To do that would surely end in him taking her virginity right here and now. As much as that thought tantalized him, it wasn't the way it was to be done. For now, this was enough. For now, this was everything. Her wetness drenched his pants and instead of horrifying him, it aroused him beyond imagination. In the animal kingdom, he was the alpha male. He reigned supreme. And right now, his mate had fully surrendered to him.
Baser urges, indeed.
"Faster," He heard her screech, shocked that she was already building up toward the pinnacle again. His control reached his limit. He ground her down against him as hard as he could, thrusting up into her as fast as he could. This primal dance was once that he had never done before, but it was like second nature to him. It reminded him of when he and Amy danced the Tango; he finally realized how much like sex dancing was.
And he excelled at dancing, so…
"Faster, hmmm? Someone is very bossy tonight," He parroted breathlessly, sliding against her deliciously. He peppered her neck and breasts with kisses and bites. Amy's will shattered.
"Oh, Sheldon….oh…" She cried, the combination of his deep, sexy voice teasing her and his hard body thrusting against her sending her over the edge. She came apart in his arms, clinging to his chest.
Sheldon felt her body convulsing and held her tightly, forcing his chest to scrape against her sensitive breasts. She lay down on top of him, her head resting in the cradle of his neck as he continued to grind against her, trying to reach his own zenith.
"One day, I'm going to make you mine, completely. I'm going to take you to places you've only dreamt existed, Amy. I'm going to bring you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. And then, after I've accomplished that, I'm going to do it all over again. I promise you," He professed, his body trembling as her fingernails bore into his flesh. He cried out as his orgasm hit, fierce as a tsunami, and he dug his hands forcefully into her backside.
They lay together panting, moaning through the aftershocks. Sheldon couldn't imagine feeling any better than this. He shivered as he remembered they weren't even halfway there yet to what they could be experiencing.
"Promises, promises, Dr. Cooper. I will hold you to that. Make no mistake about that," She rasped, leaning up to kiss his neck and chin. Sheldon forced her mouth open with his own, his tongue mingling with hers.
It was a strange but erotic knowledge for Amy, knowing what Sheldon just did to her and not minding his kissing her. She supposed it was a primal instinct; one as old as time.
Sheldon was having a hard time catching his breath. This feeling of utter rapture was going to kill him. He could care less, though. They collapsed in a heap on his sodden sheets, neither one able to move. Sheldon wanted to shout out his love for her. He loved her. Adored her. Revered her. And if she let him, he would love her until his dying breath. Perhaps even after that.
"Stay with me tonight?" He whispered, pulling her close. Amy turned her face to see his beloved profile, his eyes closed in the dim light.
"Really? She asked, surprised. Sheldon nodded, kissing her nose.
"Yes. Really." He answered, content.
They rested for a moment, when a thought hit Amy.
"What about dinner? I left it sitting on the counter," She said, her tone concerned. Sheldon merely smiled.
"Cold Chinese food is awesome," Sheldon said, making Amy giggle.
"Awesome, Sheldon? Since when have you employed that word into your repertoire?" She asked humorously.
Sheldon pulled back to gaze at lovingly.
"Since the first time I realized that I loved you. That was a pretty awesome day….after I ruled out the brain aneurysm, of course," He said seriously.
Amy couldn't help herself. She broke out into a fit of giggles that shook the bed. Sheldon closed his eyes again, drinking in the sound.
"I think I need a shower, Dr. Fowler," He said, and Amy nodded. She could use one herself, after their recent bout of amore.
Rising, He looked back to the bed where Amy was prone, Sheldon's sheet covering her semi naked form.
"Would you…join me?" He asked her huskily, lowering his gaze in shyness.
Amy's mouth opened and closed as she stared at him.
What?
"In…in the shower? Join you in the shower?" She questioned, needlessly. Sheldon nodded slowly.
"Yes. I'd like to share a shower with you. We could wash each other. It would be twice as fast as showering alone. Is that alright?" He asked timidly. Amy's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
Alright? Jesus…after what he gave her tonight, she couldn't believe he wanted to bestow even more gifts upon her. Shyly, she nodded her head, rising with the sheet around her. She stumbled the five paces to meet him at the door, his eyes taking her in as she grew closer and closer.
"You won't be needing this," He said quietly, pulling away the sheet and throwing it back on the bed. Next came her bra, which he unhooked. "Turn around," He whispered, and she complied. He pulled her skirt down her legs, leaving her completely naked before him. Sheldon swallowed thickly as he took her in, all of her, for the first time. Of all the times they'd been intimate, she wore at least some form of clothing. This time, she was standing before him looking like Aphrodite herself.
He was such a lucky man.
"Oh, my…you are absolutely perfect," Sheldon murmured, turning her around and admiring her from every angle. Amy bit her lip, lowering her arms across her breasts. Sheldon's intense scrutiny made her shiver.
"Don't ever be embarrassed to share yourself with me, Amy. I've seen you at your worst. I've seen you at your best. I love you either way." He said tenderly, kissing her forehead softly.
Amy was overcome with emotion. She had no idea what love could feel like. It was an intense mix of pain and joy, and she wasn't sure if she could bear it.
Sheldon led her to the shower, turning it on to warm before allowing her to step in. He washed her hair, loving how the long strands silkily slipped through his fingers. He took a cloth and washed her body, soaping her up and reveling in how goose bumps bloomed on her soft skin. He cared for her, loved her, and made sure she was warm and comfortable. And then, he brought he told her to relax on the couch as he changed his sheets before coming to retrieve her.
Amy was sure Paradise could feel no better.
Much later, Amy woke to the gentle patter of rain. It beat against Sheldon's bedroom window, and she wasn't sure if the sound soothed or annoyed her. She had been sleeping soundly, having the most delicious dream.
Sheldon stirred behind her, tightening his grip on her waist. Who would have thought her boyfriend was a cuddler? There was nothing overtly sexual in the way he held her; it was more comforting than anything else. But the way her body reacted was another story. It amazed Amy how his merest touch could set her aflame.
She lay there in the dark, trying to gather her thoughts. Too much to sort through, she decided. So much had happened.
There was a time when she was certain intimacy between she and Sheldon would never happen. Now she knew it was here, and had come in like a ghost, quiet and deceiving. They had yet to discuss 'that' particular topic; she meant what she said earlier. They were in no rush, they weren't on a timetable. She wanted to share that last piece of herself with him, craved it, really. She was terrified in many ways, but the faith and love she had for him were stronger than her fear of the unknown. What scared her most, though, was Sheldon regretting it. Whatever they did, he had to be the one to initiate it. She had to be completely certain he was ready to take that step. She couldn't handle it if he blamed her for progressing things too fast, too soon.
Amy heard Sheldon sigh, his breath blowing her hair on the back of her neck. She froze for a second, and her thought was confirmed when Sheldon leaned over, meeting her gaze sleepily.
"I knew you were awake," He whispered, his hand caressing her hip. Amy drew her brows together.
"How?" She asked, turning to face him fully. His hair was mussed, his cheeks rosy, and his blue eyes unfocused. He looked absolutely edible. Sheldon's eyes drowsily blinked at her, as he studied her.
"You're breathing pattern. It went from deep and steady to shallow and wispy. You were either awake, or had just finished REM sleep. Either way, you were no longer in a peaceful place. Your alpha waves were in a state of frenzy."
Amy smiled at her boyfriend. A giggle threatened to escape her at how much he sounded like Mr. Spock. She turned her head, lest he see her smirk and be offended by it. She was expecting Sheldon to call her out on her joviality, or chastise her for mocking him. What he did do was totally unexpected. He sat up, leaning against his headboard, and dragged her body up to recline against his.
"Are you troubled? You normally don't awaken in the middle of the night," He said, his voice serious and worried.
Amy shook her head.
"No, I think the rain woke me up. The question is, what are you doing awake? Did the rain wake you as well?"
Sheldon frowned, staring straight ahead at the wall.
"No…I feel foolish telling you this, but…I was so aware of your presence here, in my bed. I couldn't sleep knowing you were so close. It…I don't know," He trailed off, shrugging. Amy's heart squeezed painfully in her chest at his confession.
"It's alright, Sheldon. I know what you mean," She said softly, resting her head upon his chest. He looked down at her, loving the way she fit so perfectly nestled against him.
"You do?" He asked, and felt her silky hair raking his chest as she shook her head yes.
"Of course I do. I'm used to sleeping alone as well. Having you next to me is like every nerve ending is on alert."
Sheldon nodded, holding her and letting his mind wander.
"Amy…I'd like to ask you something, but I don't want you to feel pressured. If you don't want to, I'll understand. It's just a thought, so don't feel-…"
"Sheldon, it's okay. Ask me already."
Sheldon took a deep breath, sitting up to face her.
"Okay…would you consider…coming to comic con with me this year?"
Amy was stunned. Comic con…his once a year getaway with the guys? Where he spent the better part of a week dressing up in costume, attending sci-fi panels, and perusing vendors buying t shirts, collectibles, and comic books?
"You…you want me to come to Comic Con with you? Don't you want that to just be a guy thing with the others?" She asked, furrowing her brows in confusion. Her reaction was expected, but Sheldon still felt his heart fall with his disappointment.
"You don't want to come. I understand," He said, his voice sounding crestfallen. Amy's eyes widened, and she shook her head. Were his feelings hurt?
"No, Sheldon. I didn't say that. I would like to come with you. Honestly. I just can't believe you want me to, that's all."
Sheldon thought about that a moment.
"Well, I have thinking about it for a couple of weeks now. I know it's normally a 'guy' thing, but I think you would enjoy it. I know not all of Sci-Fi is your cup of tea, but there are many things to do and see there."
Amy pondered his words, before looking at him seriously.
"To be honest, I would love to go with you. But I won't."
Sheldon's face fell as he looked down at her.
"Why not?" He asked quietly, and Amy sighed.
"Well…because it's healthy for you and I to have our own separate activities. You and the guys look forward to this every year. It should be something special that just you four share. Our lives are changing, growing…but some things should remain sacrosanct. I never want you to think that you have to change for me, or give up what makes you happy, Sheldon."
He gazed at her silently, understanding dawning.
"You don't mind that I enjoy doing this? You don't feel like I'm putting you as second best?" He asked her, and Amy smiled warmly.
"Not at all. This is part of who you are, Sheldon. I want you to enjoy your time away with your friends."
Sheldon was overcome with gratitude for his girlfriend. While he was certain he would enjoy Comic Con more with her there, he understood why she decided not to come.
"Okay, Amy. Thank you," He whispered.
Amy nodded, smiling faintly.
"You're welcome, Sheldon."
They lay in the silent darkness, breathing evenly and relaxing.
"So…even if you aren't coming, we should still probably talk about costumes. You could help me decide." He said sleepily.
Amy opened her eyes, puckering her lips simultaneously.
Oh, yes. The fly in the ointment. She smiled serenely, her eyes already closing.
Sheldon would always be Sheldon. She'd have him no other way.
A/N- Thank you for reading. I will update as soon as time allows. More angst is on the horizon for Sheldon and Amy after this. I suggest battening down the hatches for a while. It's going to get pretty rocky. But never fear….all will be well. I PROMISE.
