Chapter Twenty-Nine

"I should have taken my breasts out while I had the chance."
Amy Farrah Fowler (TBBT Season 6)
"The Tenure Turbulence"

With nothing clean to wear beyond the damp towel currently encircling her form and the dress she'd planned to don for tomorrow's funeral, Amy knew she was out of options. She was going to have to open the adjoining door. Worse, she was going to have to talk to her arrogant, I'm-putting-my-foot-down-like-a-caveman boyfriend.

Straightening her shoulders, she marched over to the door, opened it, and prepared to deal with Sheldon. Instead, she had to deal with another closed door. He shut his door too? That, somehow, irritated her more. She raised her hand and delivered three, short knocks.

The door flew open like he'd been waiting for this moment—which he probably was. Sheldon had changed into his Wednesday pajamas and matching bathrobe. He looked relaxed. She also noted with disdain that he looked immensely pleased with himself.

"Hello, Amy," he said with a cocky smirk.

"Hello, Sheldon. You have something that belongs to me."

"Oh?" he asked, eyebrows rounding in mock surprise. He peered around him a bit. His attention purposefully paused on her suitcase, which was standing against the end of his bed, before returning to her. "I don't think so. Everything in here is mine."

She crossed her arms over her chest to keep warm in the air-conditioned environment as well as to hold her unstable covering in place. "You have my suitcase."

He indolently tapped a finger against his chin. "Possession is nine-tenths of the law. Therefore, as all suitcases in this room are presently in my legal possession, I would say there is nothing in here which belongs to you." Sheldon grabbed the edge of his door and started to swing it closed. "Good night."

She thrust her knee forward to keep the doorway open. "I'm freezing. You have my clothes. I need to get dressed. Stop being a jerk, and give them to me."

Her remark seemed to spur a need for him to judge her state of undress for himself. His gaze roved along her body in a methodical, classifying way that would have made her sizzle with sexual desire only hours before. Now, it just made her angrier. A deep rush of color flooded his cheeks, but not in a way that told her he was embarrassed. No, this was a flush of arousal. After their morning together, she'd recognize it anywhere. She glanced down at herself. Her crossed arms had pushed her bosom upward until they were all but spilling out of the top lip of the towel. Having her knee jammed forward showed quite a bit of her leg up to the side of her hip.

It was her turn to smirk. "As you can see, I'm in nothing but a towel. I need my pajamas or I'll be forced to sleep naked. Is that what you want?"

"You're sleeping naked?" He gulped. "With me?"

With a coy, little grin, Amy leaned in towards him, angling her chest so that her breasts were all but heaving under his sight. She'd read about this maneuver in plenty of romance novels, but had never considered that it might have real life applications. Good to know. She waited until he'd all but melted into a pool of testosterone at her feet. Then, she said, "If you don't give me my clothes back, I'm going to be sleeping naked … all alone." She gave a nonchalant shrug. "Wouldn't be the first time."

His mouth sagged open. Sheldon had a boundless imagination. At this moment, it was her greatest weapon. No doubt, from the glaze presently creeping over his eyes, he was imagining her doing just that. "Well?" she prompted. "Do I get my clothes?"

Like a wet dog, he gave himself an all-over body shake like he was trying to force the sexual haze away. He blinked and began an in-depth analysis of the carpet. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing. My mother warned me about sirens like you."

"Really?" she breathed, running a finger down his chest to get those eyes back on her. If he looks at me again, I win. "And how did she suggest you deal with these sirens?"

He glanced up. "She told me to pray for them and then run away."

"Well?" Amy laughed and sauntered forward. "Are you going to start running now?"

Sheldon cleared his throat. "No," he croaked.

Even as he said this, he scooted back from her in alarm. She stalked forward. He backed up. This little dance continued until he was mere paces from the bed. Just when she'd gotten him firmly where she wanted him, Amy reached over, snatched her suitcase, and turned to flee back through the adjoining door.

Trying to run with a full suitcase while simultaneously holding onto a towel, however, proved cumbersome. It also slowed her down enough to become the undoing of her plan. Sheldon, apparently regaining enough of himself to see what she was about, raced forward, knocked the suitcase from her grasp, and, took her into his arms. The next thing Amy knew, her body was imprisoned by his against the wall.

"That was devious trick," he chided, peering down at her. "I expected better from you." He tsked. "Pathetic. Trying to use your feminine wiles in a feeble attempt to get your way."

She shrugged as she tried to maintain the hold on her covering, which was quickly becoming a vain undertaking. "You left me no choice. Besides, it worked."

"Almost, but not quite." He grinned, seeming to enjoy her current predicament. "And now the tables have turned. You owe me an apology, young lady." He pressed further against her. "I'm not letting you go until I get it."

Amy's earlier anger had waned as her enjoyment in this little game rose. However, that did not mean she wasn't still determined to come out on top here. "An apology? For what?"

"For your refusal to heed my sound directive in regards to my brother, for leaving me to carry in your suitcase as well as my own, and, most recently, for trying to seduce me under false pretenses."

"I see. All serious charges indeed," she concurred with a stoic nod. "What happens if I don't apologize?"

"In addition to keeping your clothes, I could punish you. I have before, you know."

"Ah." Giving up on the towel, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "The spanking. That might be nice."

He frowned. "Nice? This time, I will be able to better gauge the adequate force required to assure you don't enjoy yourself."

"Promise?" She smiled and reached up to place a light kiss on his startled lips.

Amy realized her mistake the second she pulled back. At the touch of her mouth on his, Sheldon had surged forward. She automatically opened so he could fit one of his legs in the middle of both of hers. His hardening penis immediately pressed against the top of her hip. These quick successions of movement brought with them an awareness that she hadn't previously experienced. Amy knew Sheldon now, knew every plane of his body by touch and by taste, knew the feel of him inside of her, knew the luscious torture of him moving in carnal tandem with her. Their gazes locked. His breathing hitched. She understood. The awareness was mutual.

He leaned down to capture her mouth in a kiss. She kissed him back, standing on her toes to get better access. She could taste the mint from his toothpaste as well as the all-male flavor that was simply Sheldon. Her tongue slipped between his lips, set on exploring the hot, moist grotto of his mouth.

He groaned and moved his hands down her back to cup her bottom. The towel must have fallen away because she was cognizant of the fact that his hands were touching her bare buttocks. She didn't care. She ripped at the tie of his robe, pushing it off his shoulders. He tossed it away before returning to take her back into his arms. Her arms were around his neck as she pulled him down for another breathless kiss. Between them, he palmed her breasts, kneading and squeezing them until she felt like she would die if she didn't have him inside of her. Now. She jumped, landing against his chest and wrapping her legs around his hips.

Sheldon caught her with a grunt of surprise. He held her hips and balanced her weight against the wall as he continued kissing her. Her fingers flew at the buttons of his pajama shirt, pulling it open in an almost panic. He helped her push the shirt away until it lay in a lump behind them. They continued kissing even as her hands moved up beneath his undershirt to stroke his chest.

He had to put her down to whip the shirt off. Amy didn't mind. The second her feet touched the ground, she went to work on his pants, tugging at the waistband and pulling the fabric down his legs. Sheldon kicked himself free of the pants and returned to her.

Somehow, between more fervent kissing and caressing, they made it to the bed, but Amy wasn't sure how. She only knew that she was glad for this development because now she could kiss and touch him all she wanted.

Sheldon nipped at her earlobe before peppering kisses down her neck and her chest. Then, he turned his attention to devouring her breasts. She arched against him, tangling her hands in his hair to keep his mouth where it was. Her legs opened in welcome as his pelvis slipped between her thighs. She cradled him with her body in an attempt to keep him there forever.

His erect penis lodged itself against her vagina. Sheldon rubbed against her. The torment of this maneuver brought with it a sensation so delectable she thought she was going to burst with desire. The only barrier between Amy and what she desperately wanted was a thin layer of white cotton briefs. She whimpered, trying to dislodge the underwear.

"We have to slow down," he moaned. "Too fast. There's a process to this. You're not ready."

She was not going to be denied. "Now, Sheldon. I need you now."

He pulled away from her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, ready to throw him down on the bed and try a position Penny had often said was the one she most favored.

"Condom," he rasped.

Her legs locked back around him, trying to keep him from leaving the bed. "The drug store bag is in my room. There's no way I'm letting you leave me long enough to walk in there. I'm ready to explode as it is, Sheldon Cooper."

He pressed a quick, consolatory kiss in between her breasts. "My wallet is right here," he said, reaching over to the bedside table to grab it.

"You already put the condoms in your wallet? We just bought them this afternoon."

He looked down at her as if she'd lost her mind. "I promised my father, Amy."

"Right." Makes perfect sense, she thought, observing with impatience as he tore off the condom package and rolled it on. Thankfully, he was back in her arms within another minute. He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She met his plunge with one of her own and wrapped her arms back around his neck. They continued to kiss in a craze, as if they couldn't get enough of each other.

He broke away to return to her breasts, but Amy was beyond impatience. She reached between them, grabbing his rigid member. "Now, Sheldon."

After a few heated strokes, he was putty in her hands. So, with a swift maneuver, he positioned himself at her entrance and drove home with a long, satisfied groan.

The pain took her by surprise. It was a stinging soreness that became worse when Sheldon began to piston in and out of her. After one ardent thrust, she couldn't help but whimper. "Ow."

He immediately stopped, staring down at her in concern. "What's the matter?" he panted.

"It hurts. I don't understand."

He pulled out of her, his face twisting at the effort it was taking for him to not rush towards his own satisfaction. Looking down, his ran his hand over her vagina, slipping a finger inside. After a moment, he looked up at her with a frown. "As I suspected, you're not ready," he said.

"I felt ready. I want you so badly."

He moaned again, burying his face in her neck in an apparent attempt to keep himself in control. "I want you, too." His finger started to move within her while his thumb rubbed against her clitoris. "But coitus is a process, not a race, woman."

Amy didn't even have it in her to argue with him. She was too busy enjoying these new attentions. Sheldon seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to deliver and just where to …

"Oh, God. Right there!" She shivered as her head fell back against the pillow in sweet surrender. He was Mozart, and she was his very willing piano. Sheldon stroked and caressed her until she could feel her own slickness as his fingers moved inside her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, arching against him.

Then, it stopped. Blearily, she looked up at him in outrage. In that moment, he slipped back between her thighs and replaced his fingers with his penis. This time, when he thrust inside her, it was a most welcome, heady invasion.

Her hands gripped at his shoulders as her heels dug into his lower back, driving him onward. Her head fell back again. Sheldon rained kisses along her neck as he pumped within her. "Jesus. Oh, Amy," he grunted.

"Love you. Yes—Oh God—Keep going. Faster. Love you. Don't stop," Amy sobbed, closing her eyes against the onslaught of pleasure building within her. The corkscrew inside of her was tightening at an alarming pace, promising a climax with a harder edge than she'd ever previously experienced—if she could just reach it. "Please, Sheldon," she begged.

"Yes," he wheezed, rocking into her with almost mindless abandon.

After another few shoves, she spiraled out of control. Everything inside of her seemed to break apart at once as she was flooded with an orgasm so intense she could barely stand it. She whimpered under the crushing weight of such pleasure, such passion. As he continued to move within her, she was rewarded every now and again with little aftershocks of bliss.

Amy opened her eyes and started to come back to herself when Sheldon stiffened overhead. His sweaty body quaked as he achieved his own orgasm. His head tilted backwards as he groaned and released within her. His face contorted beautifully before relaxing into peace.

She held him to her, content to never move again. His eyes finally opened and he stared down at her. "Amy," he whispered in awe.

She ran a hand along his cheek. "I love you."

He smiled. "I—I—" Instead of finishing, he leaned down to kiss her.

When he was done and tried to roll away from her, she refused to let him leave. Instead, cradling his face in her hands, she stared up at him, and said, "Why can't you just tell me? You feel it. I know you do."

He stared back, pain and anguish in his expression. "I—I'm sorry. I want to, but I—" He exhaled heavily. "I can't."

She caressed his cheek, trying to ignore the disappointment welling within her. "I'll be patient. Don't worry. You will."

The anguish seemed to be replaced with confusion, but she ignored that as she kissed him. He returned her kiss with one of his own. When he broke off and started kissing his way over to her ear, she grinned and said, "You know, we didn't have all of this scheduled."

He broke away to frown down at her. "Your point being?"

"If we schedule coitus, we'll miss out on wonderful opportunities like this one." She dug her heels into his back, which moved him inside of her—something that left them both trembling. "There is something to be said for spontaneity."

"You're dangerous when you get spontaneous," he reproved. "Not only did you try to talk me out of using a condom, but you also ended up making me hurt you because I wasn't given time to adequately prepare you. If anything, I would think this instance would give further credence to my idea to schedule our intimate sessions. Think how much you could enjoy the experience if we are given enough opportunity to plan."

"As I'm new to intercourse and I wanted you so badly, I didn't realize the act could be painful if I wasn't properly … ready. Lesson learned. As for the condom, I'm on birth control. There is no need for it, too."

"Birth control isn't always enough. What if you were to become pregnant? Did you think of that?"

She shrugged. "I love you. You're it for me. Carrying a child with both of our genetic material would be a wonderful thing—not only for us, but for the world at large."

He sighed and rolled away from her. "You don't mean that."

"I do."

He sat up on the side of the bed, his back to her. "We're not married, Amy."

"We could be."

Sheldon turned to look at her, his countenance guarded. "Is that what you want? Now that we've become physical, you want me to marry you and get you with child?"

"Would that really be so bad?"

His mouth tightened into a grimace. "Then what? We'll live happily ever after? What about my dreams and goals for life? Do you remember any of that or are you more interested in the fairy tale? I may not be Spock, but I'm not Prince Charming either. I'm the man who has to think about it every time he wants to touch you. I'm the man who's always going to be afraid of what's going to happen next, what new threat is on the horizon. My life is ruled by fear, Amy. Can you understand that? I'm the man who must have a plan just to function. I abhor change of any kind, and I always will. None of that went away because of what we've done in this bed."

"I know that." She sat up and reached for him. "I love you. I don't want you to change."

He shrugged off her hand. "You keep saying that, but it isn't true. Not really. You want more. You'll always want more. You wanted coitus. I gave you that. Now, you tell me you love me and expect me to say the same. Next, you'll want marriage, a baby … more, more, more. And, with each change, I will get further away from what I want. Let me tell you something, Amy Farrah Fowler, I don't want to change. I like my life as it is. I like my apartment and my roommate and my job and my routine. It might be considered overscheduled and rigid to some, but I like it just the way it is. Did you think about that?"

"Sheldon," she said, pulling her legs up against her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees, "I love you, and I accept all of you. If you don't want to get married, that's fine. If you don't want to have kids, that's fine. I love you. That's all that matters."

"No, Amy, it isn't all that matters. You matter, too. You want all these things, things you have every right to want. I know that. I just don't think I can give them to you. I've tried to imagine it. Believe me, I have. But, I can't do it. It's too much, and I can't handle it," he said, pressing a fist against his forehead.

"You've already come so far. I'm your exception. Remember? You love me, Sheldon. You just have to trust in that and trust in me. We can work the rest out."

His hand fell away and he finally looked at her, a tear running down his cheek. "If I loved you half as much as you seem to think I do, I wouldn't be so selfish. This would be easy. But, I am selfish, and I always will be."