~Chapter 35~
A/N – I can't thank you all enough for your love. I've spent the evening answering reviews with tears in my eyes. To know I've done this couple justice makes me proud, indeed. I am honored at how you've embraced this story, and hope you enjoy what's ahead. Thank you for the song rec, Boys3allC. It's perfect.
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"…I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep. I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you. You'll always be the one- You were the first, you'll be the last. Wherever you go, I'll be with you. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Whenever you need someone, to lay your heart and head upon. Remember after the fire, after all the rain- I will be the flame. I will be the flame…" Cheap Trick – The Flame
The world hadn't ended.
Sunday morning dawned, and the world as they knew it was still turning. The sun still broke across the horizon, the morning news still came on at its scheduled time, and civilization began another day.
Nothing was different. Yet everything had changed.
At least, for Sheldon Cooper.
He opened his eyes, the bright sun streaming through the window bathing the room in a delicate glow. His body was snuggled into Amy's. They were lying side by side, arms wrapped around one another, naked. He had never woken up naked beside another person before, not even Amy. Even Friday night, after their passionate tryst, they dressed in light clothing before falling into bed.
But now…
He couldn't imagine not wanting to feel her warm skin against his. Every night, for the rest of his life.
A delicious tremor moved through him from head to toe.
Focusing on his girlfriend, he admired the way her mouth crinkled up in sleep, and her eyes fluttered beneath her lashes. She looked relaxed and happy, and he stared at her in wonder for endless moments. The speed at which the events of the previous evening came back to him was fierce and fast. He took a deep breath, letting it out steadily.
"Wow…" He whispered quietly, shaking his head.
However inarticulate that sounded, even to himself, he didn't care. It wasn't to be helped. He never comprehended how sharing your body with another could be so fulfilling. Of course, it wasn't just anyone. It was Amy. She was the variable. And it wasn't merely his body. It was his very soul.
His thoughts drifted as he watched her through half - mast eyes. He remembered the look on her face as he pleasured her, the way her body felt beneath his…responded to his…the expression in her eyes as she came apart in his arms. He remembered how she smelled of almonds and of him; his talc and cologne and that made him smile.
She was truly his now - body, heart, and soul. All that was missing was a stamped paper. And not the Relationship Agreement, either.
Another stamped paper.
A thought urged him on, unbidden, but he couldn't give it credence. Not yet. It was way too soon for him to even be considering such a thought.
Wasn't it?
He blinked it away, storing it in his eidetic memory for future use. For now, he was content to reminisce and enjoy.
They had called room service around eleven, feeding each other cheese & crackers, fruit and brownies. Sheldon never allowed himself to eat so late; as it was, he rarely was up past 11 pm. But their lovemaking had left them both ravenously hungry.
Amy put on the TV, flipping to the in house Disney Channel. Sheldon smiled in delight as they sat on the floor, picnic style - eating, laughing, and teasing each other as they watched old Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 40's.
It was so easy with Amy, so effortless. He couldn't have imagined being this uninhibited with any other creature on Earth. He had truly found his missing half. The notion of soulmates used to make him laugh. And while he didn't intend to start broadcasting it all over southern California that his opinion had altered, he was quietly confident in the fact it did.
Sheldon watched Amy as she took a huge bite of a gooey brownie, feeling his heart swell with joy. It drew him back to last year's Valentine's Day, and the kiss he finally initiated. He didn't know what he was expecting when he threw himself at her; he had no idea what he was doing. But instinct took over, and he learned rather quickly. When he registered that her lips tasted like brownies, he was pleasantly pleased. A happy memory, indeed.
Amy moaned at the delicious taste, drawing him back to her. A huge dollop of fudge dropped on her lip, and she licked it away happily as Sheldon smiled. Her shy smile as she met his gaze was lovely and meaningful. This was perfect.
She was perfect.
After a couple of hours enjoying the entertainment, food, and each other, Amy shifted on the floor to get more comfortable. Their earlier activities caught up with her, and she felt a stab of pain in her abdomen. She knew this might happen, but having no experience with sex before this, she wasn't entirely certain. Sheldon looked over to her, his brows furrowing as she winced slightly. He searched his memory for possible reasons, when the most obvious was staring him in the face.
Oh.
He had no experience with this sort of thing. He wondered how to broach the topic without sounding crass. Finally, he decided to be direct. Amy would understand.
"Amy…are you sore from our lovemaking earlier?" He asked tenderly, his embarrassment evident.
Amy had hoped he hadn't seen it, but she remembered who she was with. Sheldon might be naïve in many ways, but Sheldon saw everything.
Amy stared at him, impressed and touched that he knew enough about intimacy to ask her that.
"Yes," She answered honestly, equally shy.
Sheldon smiled sadly, averting his eyes and turning back to the TV. She marveled as she continued to watch him; loving the way meticulously put each square of cheese on the cracker, eating swiftly as to not get crumbs everywhere. Everything about him was precise and perfect. Perhaps that was due to the incredible love she felt for him, or just the endorphins from the afterglow of sex. Either way, she didn't care. He was perfect for her, and that was all that mattered.
"I'm sorry, Amy. I didn't want to hurt you. I wish I could have been gentler," He said sincerely, breaking her out of her thoughts. He still wouldn't meet her gaze, so she scooted over…gingerly…and put her hand under his chin.
"You were wonderful, Sheldon - more than wonderful. It couldn't be helped. I was a virgin. But I am so happy I waited for you. And what we shared together…It is a memory I will keep close to my heart until the day I die. You were passionate, and gentle, and I…" She trailed off and he dipped his head to study her.
"You… what?" He prompted, his voice a mere whisper. He waited patiently for her to answer him. When she did, it nearly stole his breath away.
"I want you again. Does that sound crazy? Am I being too selfish or acting like a hippy?" She rushed out, and Sheldon swallowed the lump in his throat.
She wanted him. Again…
To her great surprise, Sheldon didn't laugh or give her a chiding look. In fact, his pupils dilated right before her, and his mouth fell open, slack jawed.
In all of his 34 years, no one…woman or otherwise, openly admitted they wanted him. And in the most basic, primal way possible. He always assumed being the object of someone's affections was superfluous; having someone desire you was something he could live without. But now…after having experienced firsthand what being the object of Amy's affections was like, he was positively certain he could never go back to the way it was before.
"No, Amy…it's not crazy. I want you too," He admitted, his eyes roaming over her face and then dipping lower. "But perhaps it's not a good idea- until you heal, and feel more…comfortable," He rushed to add, and Amy smiled wryly.
It was ironic; the Sheldon of old would have gone running at the idea of sex not once, but twice. Yet the disappointment on his face from thinking it was off the table was endearing. She always knew he was a sex god deep inside. All of that pent up energy, coupled with his intensity…and his strength…and his vast intelligence that made her want to pounce on him like a lioness…
Hoo...
Her wandering fingers reached up, caressing the hair at his temple. His eyes tracked her movements as she slid her hand into his hair, before slipping shut at the simple yet profound pleasure her touch elicited.
"Amy," He whispered, taking a deep breath. How was it she could inflame and soothe him in the same instance? He sighed, relishing her touch as he allowed a low growl to escape his parted lips. She found that the sexiest thing she had ever heard. His plump lower lip trembled as she slid her hand down to caress the nape of his neck, then around to his jaw. When she thought about everything he had done to make this weekend special for her, the tears began to gather in her eyes.
"In case I forgot to tell you earlier…thank you, Sheldon. You've made this weekend perfect. I don't know if I expressed my appreciation before." She said warmly.
Sheldon opened his eyes, momentarily losing himself in her soft gaze.
Oh…she had expressed her appreciation for him before just fine. The scratch marks on his back were proof of that.
"I'm the one who should be thanking you, Amy," He said soberly. "You have been so patient, and so very good to me. I don't deserve it, but I am grateful for it all the same. Thank you."
A lump formed in Amy's throat as she nodded. "You're welcome, Sheldon."
There was nothing else she could say. Sheldon was done with talking for now, as well. He wanted to return to bed, hold his Amy and drift away. But first, there was something else he wanted to do with her. For her.
Sheldon switched the TV off, throwing the remote on the coffee table as he stood slowly. He held his hand out to help Amy up, and she took it gratefully. The room was dark once again, save a few votive candles that were still burning from their earlier massage. They stared at one another, as Sheldon drew her to his chest closely. He took Amy's face in his hands.
"Do you still have that vanilla bath bomb?" He asked quietly. Amy nodded.
"Yes. It's in the bathroom. Why?"
Sheldon bit his lip.
"I'd like to bathe you. I've read before that a warm bath after lovemaking helps soothe the pain. And you should probably take some ibuprofen as well," He said tenderly. Tears sprang to Amy's eyes as she looked at him. The care and concern he was exhibiting left her breathless.
Sheldon himself was a virgin before this. No one could fault him for not knowing what he was doing before, during, and after. He had made the entire event so special and comfortable for her, that Amy realized with a sudden jolt that he had obviously read up on this. Her love for him only deepend.
"Alright," She whispered, following Sheldon as he walked through the suite holding onto to Amy's hand, flicking on the bathroom light to dim.
"Have a seat," He said, guiding her to the vanity bench as he busied himself with preparing the bath. He didn't have his bath thermometer, so he would have to wing it. He made it a tad warmer than normal, just in case. Unwrapping the bath bomb, which indeed smelled like vanilla heaven, he tossed it in and watched in delight as the water swirled with fragrance, bubbles, and color.
Amy watched him, smiling at his childlike wonder. He left the room for a moment to grab his toiletry bag, before returning with 2 pills and a bottle of water.
"Here," He said sweetly, offering her the analgesic. She took the pills, downing them quickly.
"Good girl," He whispered, taking the bottle from her and placing it on the counter. The large tub was almost filled, and he held his hand out to help her into it. Sliding the robe off of her body, his eyes followed its trail down to the floor. Then, he removed his own. He stepped into the water first, helping her over the side of the tub and lowering her gently as he sat behind her.
They sat there for an hour, Sheldon replenishing the hot water as needed as he washed her carefully, tenderly…rubbing her back and shoulders in slow, sensual strokes. His hands glided down to her stomach, easing the soreness. Around to her hips, where he carefully worked out any tension. He took her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest, exquisitely running his hands down her arms, up to her neck, down to her breasts, where he massaged them…never roughly and not trying to arouse her. Yet her nipples tightened in reply to his ministrations, and her legs began to move restlessly under the water.
"You smell heavenly. Like vanilla cookies," He murmured, sliding his lips across the point under Amy's ear.
Sheldon leaned further down kissing her neck, her throat, and the side of her cheek. He ran his lips over her ear, humming into it and delighting how her own hands dropped into the water and landed on his thighs. He tried not to get excited at her simple touch, but it was impossible. He felt his flesh harden, pressing into her lower back noticeably. Amy moaned lowly, sliding backward against him as he continued to caress her breasts. Finally, he couldn't resist any more. He stroked his fingers across her nipples, working them into even tighter peaks.
"How does that feel?" He asked her huskily, his thumbs rubbing repeatedly across her. Amy merely whimpered in response, causing him to increase his efforts.
"That good, hmm? He rasped, running his tongue along her earlobe. "And what about now. How do you like this?" He murmured, taking her between his thumb and forefinger and pinching her gently. Amy arched her back in pleasure. Sheldon smiled a slow, sexy smile.
"I may be wrong, but I'd say that's a yes." He said, moving his lips further down her throat. All the while, he didn't cease his fondling.
"That feels amazing, Sheldon. God…your touch is magical," She breathed, one of her hands on his leg beginning to moved back and forth. Sheldon swallowed deeply. He cupped her breasts, pulling her body even tighter against him so that she could feel his erection trapped between them.
"You're amazing, Amy. Dear Lord…what you do to me. I can't even fathom it," He admitted roughly, his breathing choppy.
Suddenly, Amy reached forward, unplugging the stopper to the tub. She turned on the shower nozzle, pulling it out of its holder and rinsing she and Sheldon off quickly. She turned around, meeting his hungry gaze.
"Take me to bed, Sheldon." She said, her voice deep and husky.
Sheldon didn't need to be told twice.
Standing up carefully, he grabbed a towel and dried Amy off, picking up her robe and slipping it on to keep her warm as he dried off himself. She stood still, waiting for him to finish, meeting his gaze.
"I love you, Amy. You've made me so happy. I never thought I would be. I never thought I wanted to be. But I was wrong. Can you believe that? Sheldon Cooper was wrong," He whispered tenderly, kissing her lips as softly as a feathers touch. Together they walked back to the bed, hand in hand.
"I don't care if you're wrong. I don't care if you're right. I just want you to not have any regrets," She said with feeling. Sheldon gasped as he turned her to face him.
"Never, Amy. I promise. We belong to each other, now. You can't take it back," He said with conviction. Amy's lips quivered.
Sheldon sat down first, scooting backward. Amy crawled on top of him, resting her weight on her elbows above him. Sheldon parted her robe, revealing her to his hungry eyes. He ran his fingers from her throat to her breasts, his eyes never straying from hers. The fact he could do this, enjoy this…made him bold.
"Your body is gorgeous, do you know that? Every nook and cranny. Every dip and swell. You are 150 percent a woman. And I love every part of you. I always have," He said tenderly, his heart jumping at the pleasurable shock on her face. "I have wanted to touch you for so long. I thought…I was going crazy. That night, in my room when we played D&D? It was all I could do not to drag you underneath me. I just wanted to touch you. And after knowing how much you wanted me back…I knew I was in serious trouble," He admitted.
Amy was speechless. This was too much. The culmination of years of longing coming to a head. She couldn't even articulate and answer.
"Oh, Sheldon…"
Pulling her closer, he buried his face in her neck and kissed her fragrant skin, nipping with his teeth and then soothing with his tongue. All the while Amy floated above her body, boneless and weightless. His fingers tremulously traced her ribs, one by one, sliding down over her womanly hips and around to her perfect posterior, before making the journey back up to her shoulders. Sheldon delighted that wherever he touched, goosebumps broke out.
Sliding the robe from her shoulders, he dragged it off of her and threw it somewhere in the vicinity of the floor. He glided his arms down her back, latching onto her rear and pulling her into his erection. Amy gasped as she felt his manhood brush against her stomach through his robe. Letting out a sharp moan, she reached down and parted his robe, taking him into her hand. He was hard, silky smooth, and all hers. He twitched in her hand, rotating his hips.
"Oh, Amy," He grunted, pulling back to meet her lust filled gaze. "Will this hedonistic feeling ever stop?" He ground out painfully, thrusting into her hand as she slid her thumb under his ridge and then over the tip. She kissed his chin, before running her moist lips over his without fully kissing him. It was highly erotic, and he watched her with hooded eyes as her tongue peeked out to lick where her lips just were.
"God, I hope not," Was her reply, as she took him fully in her hands, caressing him to the point of madness. She pumped him slowly, forming a tight fist and increasing the pressure. Sheldon gasped, his eyes flying open wider.
"Oh…Amy," He moaned, unable to comprehend the pleasure his brain was experiencing. Little did he know there was more pleasure to come.
Amy sat up, scooting down to his thighs so that his body was on full display for her. Sheldon gulped as she opened the belt of his robe, parting it completely and assisting him with removing it as he had done to hers. She allowed her eyes to roam over her man with undisguised hunger. This was the Sheldon Cooper no one would ever get to see or experience. Just her. God…she was a lucky girl.
Sheldon threw his head back as Amy lowered her mouth to him, finally… kissing the tip before sliding her tongue down his hardness with torturous precision. All the while, her eyes seared into his, drawing his pleasure out even more. She came back up, kissing the head like she would his mouth; taking it in her mouth and sucking gently.
"Oh. Oh," He moaned, uncertain as to whether he were dreaming or not. The pleasure was intense, the feelings and emotion behind it unreal. Suddenly, Amy pulled away and met his stunned gaze. He looked half crazed; his eyes were glazed and nearly black.
"Do you…have any idea how many times I imagined this? Even before I loved you, Sheldon, I wanted you. I tried to deny it; I told you in the beginning that physical intimacy wasn't what I wanted. For the most part, that was true. Until I met you and realized, I was in trouble. You were handsome, and the fact you didn't even know it was the most potent aphrodisiac. Just sitting next to you was torture. The way you've always looked in my eyes, was torture. Now that I have your permission to touch you, I think you are the one in trouble," She warned, as her mouth engulfed him completely.
His length hit the back of Amy's throat, the warm tightness there reminding him of being inside of her. He could hardly think straight at what this felt like to him, let alone formulate a sentence in reply to her confession. When her fingers pressed on his perineum, Sheldon nearly bolted up off of the bed.
"Oh, my…damn," He choked out, giving up all pretense of being a Homo Novus. Where this language was coming from, he had no idea. He was reduced to what he truly was, what we all are…an animal, clawing to get out of the prison society had placed him in.
She sucked with languid, deep strokes, using her hands to aide her along. While Amy had pleasured him before with her hands, it was different this time- much different. She drew him in deeper, her tongue swirling his tip as her fingers caressed his testicles. Good lord… he was going to shatter into a million pieces. He tried to push her away because of the intensity, but at the same time his hands landed in her hair to coax her further. He felt lost in a sea of sensation.
"Amy…w-what…" He tried to say, his voice high and raspy. "Please."
Ignoring his pleas, Amy continued her efforts, relaxing her throat and allowing him to slide further in. Sheldon thrashed underneath her, moaning in complete abandon.
"What are you doing to me?" He whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head as she bobbed up and down quickly. It was a rhetorical question, at best. Not that he expected Amy to answer given the current circumstances. His hips of their own accord pumped up to meet her strokes, and he felt an almost depraved kind of longing.
"Yes. Yes, god don't stop. Please," He begged, and was nearly rendered catatonic when she hummed, the vibration sending shock waves through his body. Sheldon cried out, one hand falling limply to the bed while the other ran through her silky hair. Her teeth grazed him gently as her lips stretched back and forth over his taut flesh.
"Amy…yes. Good lord…so good," He bellowed, feeling his orgasm rising quickly, too quickly…how had his innocent Amy learned to do something like this. It was so …dirty - so sexy and dangerous. He felt a momentary fear that she had done this before. It made his blood boil, but he immediately pushed that thought away. He tried to focus on her ministrations, watching her as to never forget how she looked in this moment. Bad idea…the sight of his hardness engulfed in her mouth was his undoing. The pleasure was too strong, bubbling up from deep inside of him. He tried to tap her head, to alert her to move, but she wouldn't budge.
"Amy…I'm…" He tried, and she sped up her movements. What was she doing? Did she actually…want him to finish this way? Dear god in heaven…his suspicions were confirmed when Amy reached underneath him, grabbing his hips to secure him.
Sheldon let loose a loud wail, feeling as though his entire body and soul was levitated to another plane. He should have been terrified at this level of rapture, but he could no longer care. The shock he felt was quickly overridden by his pleasure. It was beyond his control now…he weakly pumped his hips, helpless as the ecstasy tore through him fiercely. For a brief moment, it was like staring into the heavens and getting a glimpse of paradise. Sheldon couldn't breathe, see, or hear anything over the roaring in his ears or the blood pumping through his heart.
"Jesus Christ," He cried, scrubbing his hands across his eyes. Amy never released him through it all. She was watching him with adoration. To see her man, this man…this man in particular…giving up his tightly knit control for her was exciting beyond measure. She felt powerful and beautiful and in possession of a precious and priceless gift.
Coming back to himself, Sheldon rolled them so they were on their sides. He was breathing harshly through his nose and mouth, staring at her like she was his last meal. Amy thrilled at his glassy, unfocused eyes and how his lips were wet and swollen. Everything about him was entirely too delicious.
"Where…did you learn the skills to do that," He asked, his voice low and quiet.
Amy stared at him in confusion, eyes widening. She assuaged his fears immediately.
"I…well, I'm a Scientist Sheldon. I know everything about anatomy and physiology. I just did what I knew you would enjoy. I've done extensive research on erogenous zones. The body is designed-…"
Her words were halted as his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss. He stole her breath away with the intensity of it, his tongue plunging in her mouth with sensual abandon. He bit her lip roughly, the action causing her to cry out in pleasure and pain. He took the opportuntiy to suck her tongue into his mouth.
Amy had never seen Sheldon so out of control before. It was as though she released a beast inside of him. She wished she wasn't so sore from their joining earlier. Wetness flooded her further, and she moaned at how swollen she felt.
Sheldon caressed her lovingly, mapping out her body as though she were ancient script he was eager to decipher. Her skin was so damn soft; how had he gone so long without the simple bliss of knowing how her skin felt? How had he refused to allow her to touch him in return?
Sheldon cursed his folly. What a terrible fool he had been. He slid his hand down to her womanhood, finding her drenched. He roughly tore his mouth away from hers, staring deeply into her eyes.
"You…" He began, only to be cut off by Amy.
"Yes…you did this. Pleasuring you makes me so aroused, Sheldon. I love doing it. And just now…" She sighed, unable to hide how aroused he made her, allowing her to pleasure him so deeply. She had been afraid to try that maneuver on him, not knowing how it would go over. She was happy to say, it met with Sheldon's approval.
His eyes slid down her body, then back up to hers. The question there was clear. He was rather large, and she was sore. But there was more than one way to skin a cat. Sheldon kissed his way down her body, stopping to give her breasts his full attention. They were sore as well, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered but this sweet ache he was fostering in her body. When he reached her most secret place, he gave pause. He wanted to devour her whole, and the feeling scared the hell out of him. She smelled absolutely delectable; like Vanilla and Amy. Sinful and sweet. Heady. Delicious.
What had she done to him? He wasn't thinking clearly. He couldn't say the feeling was entirely bad. But he was not used to feeling so out of control. He didn't want to hurt her.
"Amy…I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away," He beseeched.
At first, Amy thought it was his way of dominating her. When she saw the fear in his eyes, she realized it was because he wanted her to ground him.
"Alright," She answered, and he lowered his mouth to her tenderly. Lovingly.
"You are so…aroused," He mumbled in wonder, kissing and nibbling her relentlessly. He wanted to make love to her more than he wanted air. It was so hard to restrain himself - so he poured every ounce of want into making her sing. Sheldon's eyes darkened further as they locked with hers. This was his new favorite thing, pleasuring Amy this way. Knowing his love for repetition, he was certain he'd perfect it in no time. And then he would keep trying to better the results.
"You should know something, Dr. Fowler," He began, his deep voice dripping sensuality. "I have always wanted the same thing you did. As you imagined me, I imagined you. Many a night I lay in my bed, especially after date night, having to use kolinahr and meditation to calm myself down. You weren't alone, Amy. You were never alone. I couldn't admit it to myself. But I can now. I want to know every secret part of you, inside and out. It's mine. You are mine."
At that, Amy's body coiled and she grabbed Sheldon's hair, twisting it tightly in her grip as her orgasm washed over her. They crashed back to earth in a tumble of limbs.
"Oh, god Sheldon. I love you," She shrieked, and he smiled with male pride and intense love. He held her close all night, not letting her go.
It was quite simply the best night of Sheldon's life.
Now, as morning arrived and reality set in, he felt no less happy. No less certain. He could easily envision himself waking up this way next to her for the rest of his life.
Amy stirred, her eyes slipping open and focusing on Sheldon in confusion. A slow smile spread across her face, reaching her eyes. He smiled back.
"Am I dreaming?" She asked, and Sheldon pulled her closer.
"No, Amy. You are quite fully awake. Do you know what time it is?" He admonished her tartly, sounding like nothing particular had happened that was out of the ordinary.
Amy pulled back, eyeing him curiously. The smile he repressed couldn't be contained, and Amy lightly punched his shoulder.
"You had better kiss me good morning before I hide your toothbrush. I know how you get when you can't perform your morning ablutions." She said saucily. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Amy…we are at a world class resort. Don't you think they can bring me a toothbrush?" He asked, pointing out the obvious.
Not one to be gainsaid, she sat up and narrowed her own eyes at him.
"Didn't I tell you? They are all out of toothbrushes here." She deadpanned.
Sheldon smirked at her. "Is that a fact?"
"Yes…they're experiencing a fluke toothbrush shortage. Sorry. And you can't borrow mine, either. So…" she puckered up dramatically.
"Well…if needs must," He whispered, kissing her gently on the lips and then lifting up to place a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"Good morning, Dr. Fowler. I trust you slept well?" He questioned, the challenge in his voice apparent. Amy smiled at him adoringly.
"Yes, Dr. Cooper. I slept very well. And you?"
Sheldon rolled his eyes.
"If I had slept any better, I would be dead. And I'm experiencing the strangest hunger again. I could eat a whole cow right now." He said in wonder.
Amy laughed at the silliness in Sheldon's voice. Post sex Sheldon was scrumptious. She relished the fact they had the rest of their lives now to enjoy this feeling.
"Shall we order room service again?" She questioned, sitting up and reaching for the menu. Sheldon thought about it a moment before shaking his head in the negative.
"No…I'd like to take you out and show you off. As lovely as this suite is, how does some fresh air sound? Besides…checkout is in two hours. We should shower and pack.
Amy nodded, the prospect of sunshine and fresh air appealing to her very much.
"That sounds wonderful. I will check the area online for suitable restaurants", She said, getting out of bed. Sheldon nodded his eyes glued to her lovely body. The fact she was nude didn't even bother her. It certainly didn't bother Sheldon. He came up behind her to wrap his arms around her.
"Would you join me in a shower after?" He asked quietly, and Amy turned around, her eyes catching his.
"I…do you want me to?" She asked, and Sheldon crinkled his brows.
"Of course I want you to. I'm not ready to let you out of my sight yet. If ever," He said truthfully, and suddenly the words hung in the air above them like a gigantic question mark.
They stared at each other, searching each other's eyes. Exactly what he was implying, she wasn't sure. But Amy was intelligent enough to know that whatever it was, she had to let him lead her. She wouldn't assume anything or jump to conclusions. Right now, a shower and brunch was the order of the day. She smiled lightly, diffusing the tension.
"I'll shower with you on one condition. You don't steal all the body wash, and you wash my hair."
Sheldon smiled. "That's two conditions," He pointed out.
"Oh, and no funny business," She said in jest ignoring his reprimand, and earning a mock laugh out of him.
"Then what's the point? And, that is three conditions. Surely, such a highly evolved being such as yourself can count?" He questioned.
Amy eyed him with shrewdness. "Have I created a monster here?" She asked, gently poking him in the chest. He glanced down to her finger, before his eyes met hers. His smoldering gaze nearly made her faint.
"Oh…I can count as well, Dr. Fowler. For instance, you know I love the number 3. It just so happens that you experienced 3 orgasms last night," He whispered sexily, enjoying the way her mouth fell open in surprise.
"Thank you for pointing that out," She murmured, further enthralled when he reached around her back and pulled her naked body close to his. Amy gasped.
"My pleasure. Truly," He whispered, shocking her when he reached down and swatted her behind gently.
Amy's eyes widened comically.
"I've wanted to do that forever," He admitted, drawing out the last word. Amy couldn't help it. She giggled.
"Really now…Interesting," She said, loving the shy smile Sheldon gave her before releasing her and sauntering, naked, to the bathroom.
Good grief, she thought as she watched his perfect posterior move. She was in big trouble.
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True to his word, albeit difficult, there was no funny business. They showered with business like moves, exiting the shower in under twenty minutes. This was an activity Sheldon wanted to revisit over and over again. But they were on a schedule, and time constraints couldn't be helped.
However…the sight of naked, wet Amy with her glossy hair trailing down her back, her nipples pebbled due to the cool water of the shower, and her wet eyelashes fluttering enticingly as her eyes roamed appreciatively over his body made him want to take her against the tiles.
Repeatedly.
Alas…there were no adhesive ducks in this particular shower. It was not meant to be.
Sheldon surprised Amy by wearing a powder blue button down polo shirt with a pair of cream pleated trousers. What further shocked her, was that he had chosen loafers…without socks. Rolling up his sleeves to the elbows to reveal his strong forearms, he looked like he had just walked off the runway at a J Crew fashion show. She shook her head, eyeing her boyfriend.
Sheldon attracted Amy in every way. Even though he was quirky and dressed in superhero t shirts most of the time, she didn't mind. It was his style, what he was most comfortable in. But she couldn't deny when he dressed up in attire that was tailored, he looked devastatingly handsome. Other than his normal attire yesterday at Disneyland, he had dressed up for her this weekend in clothing that left her reeling. He looked so…manly.
She had done numerous drug studies in her work as a Neuroscientist; she knew the human and primate brain inside and out. She likened her reactions to Sheldon as getting a dose of heroin. It immediately woke up the central nervous system, spreading warmth and euphoria through her entire body. She lived for her next fix on tenterhooks, breathless and addicted. He seemed oblivious to the effect he had on her, which made him all the more desirable. The drug was never to blame for its effect on the addict, after all.
Amy had never known a man like Sheldon. Genius IQ aside, he possessed a childlike innocence about him that she found highly appealing. He didn't need to spray the place with testosterone; a real man doesn't need to proclaim it. His actions and interactions are what promote it. For all of his selfish, self- centered deeds she'd witnessed over the years, she was certain underneath it all, Sheldon possessed the heart of a true gentleman. He'd proven to her time and again his devotion to her, and his willingness to change. It wasn't always easy, but she loved him enough to wait while he worked out his issues. After all, she had a few issues of her own to contend with.
Putting the finishing touches on her makeup, she exited the bathroom, rolling her carry case with her. Sheldon stood up from the couch, helping her gather her belongings to put alongside his in the foyer.
"The concierge has made arrangements to have your bouquet packed for shipping. They picked it up while you were getting dressed. Shall we go?" He asked, his voice quiet. Amy smiled, putting her hand on his cheek. His eyes met hers, and for some reason, his looked troubled. Amy's face fell.
"Sheldon, what is it?"
He shook his head, gathering his bottom lip inside his mouth. Amy waited for him to elaborate.
"Amy, I…I don't want to lose what we found here in this room this weekend. I don't want things to change once we return to Pasadena." He whispered, his tone frightened.
Amy studied him. He looked so much like the Sheldon she knew and fell in love with. Unsure, scared, and childlike.
"Sheldon…we won't. I promise. We've turned a corner here. It will be alright. Do you trust me?"
Sheldon nodded.
"Of course I trust you. It's just…How can I compete in the real world with what's happened here?"
So that was it. Sheldon was worried that once back in his comfort zone, he would resort to his 'old' mindset. Amy smiled at him sweetly, running her fingers across his cheek.
"Hey…I know this weekend has been magical, like a fairy tale. And tomorrow is Monday and the reality of life will settle back in. But I'll love you no less. You'll love me no less. It's not the room that did this. It's not the time away. It's not even the magic of Disneyland," She said humorously, smiling at the twinkle in his eyes. "It's us, Sheldon. You and I. We created this magic. We just have to keep doing what we've done right so far. It will be fine. Better than fine," She promised, stroking his cheek.
Sheldon nodded. He had no other recourse but to believe her. Amy was always right. That thought made him proud and he smiled.
Together they walked hand in hand out of the suite, and Sheldon felt much better about where they were headed. As they turned to shut the door, each looked back inside the room savoring the memories one last time, before looking at each other.
No words needed to be said. There weren't any that could do justice, anyway.
They ended up having brunch in Huntington Beach, enjoying the beautiful autumn day. The day was sunny so Amy suggested they find a place by the water. The hostess seated them, Sheldon pulling out her chair for her to sit. The gesture touched Amy deeply. A few months ago, Sheldon would never have thought to do this. It was like he was a totally different person; still her Sheldon, but a 2.0 version. She thanked him for his manners and he smiled at her warmly while removing his sunglasses.
Amy admired the way his blue eyes twinkled as he looked around. The color shirt really brought the hue of his eyes out; Amy made a mental note to buy him more shirts in at least 12 different shades of blue. She loved him in blue. She would forever associate Sheldon with that color. She wasn't sure why; she hadn't ever really done so before. After her illness, whenever she saw the shade, Sheldon instantly came to her mind.
Strange, she thought.
"Ooh, Amy look…they have a Belgium waffle station!" Sheldon professed, smiling widely. It was contagious as Amy laughed at his exuberance. He bounced in his seat in excitement.
After perusing the menu, she put it down and took a sip of water.
"I think I'll have a mimosa. Would you like to join me in one?" She asked.
Sheldon thought about it a moment. While he wasn't thrilled at drinking alcohol, one mimosa didn't sound so bad. And it was fresh squeezed orange juice, he noticed as there was a large juicer by the buffet table.
"I think I will join you in one, yes," He answered briskly, and Amy smiled.
They sat back, enjoying the views and each other's company. The waiter brought their drinks, and they each took a sip.
Sheldon looked over at his companion, his eyes softening as he took her in. She looked breathtaking this morning. Her skin glowed, her hair shined, and her eyes sparkled. While he never minded her cardigans, he was pleased she was beginning to dress in a way that showed off her lovely curves.
She was a young woman in the prime of her life. She should feel desirable, because that's what she was: desired. He studied the way her long hair curled around her shoulders, falling beneath her breasts. She had chosen to wear a short sleeved sundress today, the pink color so pretty against her fair skin. Sheldon smiled at her, basking in her beauty.
"Why are you staring at me like that," She asked softly, taking a sip of her mimosa. Shyly, Sheldon bowed his head.
"If I told you, you would think I needed my head examined." He said with self-deprecation.
Amy smiled, certain it wasn't as bad as that.
"Come on, Sheldon. What is it? I promise not to laugh. Besides…whatever it is, it can't be the worst thing you've ever told me."
Sheldon debated whether or not he should say anything. In the end, he decided not to keep any secrets.
"It's just that you look so pretty this morning. I have never allowed myself to be proud of the fact you are a beautiful woman, Amy. Maybe consummating our relationship has awakened that male pride in me that was long dormant. I don't know the reasons…but you continue to amaze me, Amy Farrah Fowler. Why am I suddenly cognizant of any man within a fifty mile radius staring at you?"
Amy stared at Sheldon with soft eyes. She knew he spoke nothing but the truth at all times; Sheldon Cooper was not one to mince words. His stark frankness made her realize just how much Sheldon truly cared for her.
"You amaze me just the same, Sheldon. I am very proud you are my boyfriend. I always have been," She said honestly. Sheldon blushed, taking a large gulp of his mimosa. "And trust me…the feeling is mutual. If you only knew how many women around us, real and imagined that I have been jealous of over the years, you'd laugh at me."
Sheldon nodded, turning his gaze to the sun capped water. The thing was, he would never laugh at her. Not now. It made him swell with delight to know she was territorial with him. It made him feel wanted. Mature.
Like a man.
This newfound intimacy between them was so wonderful. Was it normal to want to do nothing but bask in her beauty, touch her skin, kiss her lips and share her body? Perhaps he did have to have his head examined.
They spent the day walking on the beach, window shopping at the quaint beachside shops, and eating junk food. By the time they got on the expressway to make the journey home, the sun was low in the sky and the air held a rosy hue. They enjoyed the ride back, making small talk and smiling at one another.
"What are your plans this evening, if any?" Sheldon ventured, and Amy glanced over at his expectant face. It was nearly 8 pm and they were nearing Los Robles Avenue. Amy was already feeling the loneliness of leaving him settling in. For all they had discussed this weekend, all they had done…the one thing they were still uncertain of was where did they go from here? What was the social protocol for a couple after consummating their relationship in a sexual way? Did she drop him off at the curb with a 'Thanks, Sailor', or did he come back to her apartment for another night of passion? Amy felt her heart begin to race at his simple, benign question.
"Amy…Well?" He ventured softly, startling her.
"Um…I don't know. I hadn't thought about that," She answered honestly. "I suppose, go home and prepare for work tomorrow."
Sheldon shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving her. An awkward silence suddenly descended over them, and Sheldon felt his pulse begin to speed up. As Amy came to a stop in front of Sheldon's building, he reached over and took her hand gently in his own. Amy looked at him in silent inquiry.
Sheldon took a deep breath, blowing it out.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" He asked her quietly, searching her face for any clues as to her thoughts. He knew he sounded like a hippie. He must have looked like a lost puppy. He didn't care.
Amy licked her lips; finding her voice was difficult.
"I would like that, Sheldon. Are you sure?"
In answer, Sheldon pulled her closer until she had effectively slid over the console onto his lap. He kissed her soundly, intoxicated by her all over again.
"I'm very sure," He whispered, not giving her time to answer before kissing her again.
Sheldon discovered that he could get used to this.
"Sheldon," She sighed, as he kissed a path from her chin to her ear. Shivers moved up and down her spine at the feeling of his silky lips. "Are you really sure?" She asked again, needing to know.
Sheldon pulled back, his eyes glassy as they stared at her.
"I want you in my bed tonight, Amy. I want my sheets to smell like you," He admitted, huskily. What was she to say?
"Alright."
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After an awkward greeting with Leonard and Penny upon arriving at 4A, and their hasty exit to Penny's apartment after they inquired about their weekend, Amy found herself alone in Sheldon's room. He had exited to take a shower, leaving Amy staring at the wall. Her mind wandered back over the last two days, and she turned crimson red as she remembered everything.
While Sheldon was timid before, especially with her being in his bedroom, he wasn't anymore. If anything, he was possessive and assertive, demanding she wait for him in here and not in the living room. She figured that he didn't want Penny badgering her about their weekend, and she smiled at his thoughtfulness.
Upon his arrival back to his room, she told Sheldon she was going to have a shower herself. He simply nodded, his eyes burning a path up her body that left her singed and hot all over. It was all she could do to push herself to the bathroom, wheeling her case behind her. Foregoing her normal bath items, Amy decided to use Sheldon's. It was devastatingly intimate to know she smelled like him.
Drying off as quickly as she could, she decided to wear the baby doll nightie she bought for the weekend, yet never got a chance to wear. Not that she was complaining about that...
It was short and sheer, showcasing her body in a very revealing way. She didn't know how she ever had the courage to buy such a garment, let alone wear it. But after all they shared this weekend, she was no longer afraid.
Returning to his room, she found him staring out the window lost in thought. He had on a white t- shirt and a pair of black silk boxers. They were the one's Amy had borrowed that night she stayed over the first time. Amy's eyes widened at how the shirt fit snugly across his chest.
Hoo…he made her blood sizzle and she released a gasp.
He stared at her dumbly, his eyes tracing her curves in the short piece of lingerie. Good lord, she was going to be the death of him. After endless moments of silent perusal, Amy grew worried it was not to his liking.
"I bought this for the weekend…just in case. I couldn't wear it last night because of the massage and well…you know," She whispered, not having to elaborate. Just the mention of the massage and what happened afterwards made Sheldon's heart race. He snapped out of his stupor, licking his lips in a move Amy found all too sensual for his limited sexual repertoire.
"Come here," He commanded, his voice soft and shaking with heavy arousal. The sound of it made Amy quiver. She was not used to Sheldon speaking to her in such a way, laced with obvious want. It would take some getting used to.
Again, not that she was complaining.
The nightie was pink and sheer, leaving little to the imagination. And for a man with an eidetic memory, Sheldon Cooper could imagine quite a bit. His imagination was nothing compared to the reality of her, though. Standing in his bedroom nearly nude, flushed and wanting him. He reached out to trace her collarbones, thrilling as he glanced down and noticed her nipples hardening in response to his touch.
"You can't hide your reaction to me, Dr. Fowler," He whispered throatily, his voice sounding strained in the semi darkness. He traced a lone finger downwards, making contact with a swollen bud. Amy gasped, stepping up a pace closer to him.
"I'm not trying to, Dr. Cooper," She answered bravely - more bravely than she felt. The way he was looking at her left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Perhaps that was what she wanted. Perhaps that was his intention.
"Vixen," He ground out, wrapping his arm around her waist and yanking her against him roughly. When his mouth met hers in a fierce kiss, she wasn't backing down. Oh no. She gave as good as she got, wrapping her arm around his back and sliding down to squeeze his ass. Sheldon's breath hitched in his throat as his erection rubbed against her silk covered core.
"Amy," He moaned, throwing his head back as Amy bucked against him. "You…are you…last night," He gasped, and Amy realized what he was asking her.
"I'm better. I'm alright. I want you Sheldon. So much, please."
To drive home her point, she slid against him again, hitching her leg up and around his leg.
"Oh, god. I didn't ask you to stay for this. I swear. But…I need you, Amy. Are you sure?" He asked, and she was touched he was putting aside his needs to make certain she was alright. Amy nodded her head, running her nose up the side of his neck while placing tender kisses there.
"Yes, Sheldon. I need you too."
Her confirmation was all Sheldon needed to hear. He dragged her the short distance to his bed, laying down and pulling her on top of him.
"Mmm…you smell so good, Amy. You smell like me," He whispered, the very truth of his words causing his arousal to increase.
Amy smiled, nuzzling Sheldon's cheek with her own.
"I wanted to. In fact…I may take home that talc you use and sprinkle it on my bed so I can have you there, even when you're not."
Her simple statement caused Sheldon's breath to hitch. He never appreciated before the fact that Amy wanted him. Loved him. Cared for him. The fact that this incredible woman wanted only him…left him nearly paralyzed with joy. He wanted to cry. He wanted to shout out how happy she made him. He was truly a hippy now…
Amy sat up, running her hands across Sheldon's chest before she reached for the hem of his shirt. He let her pull it over his head and discard it. He stared at her in silence for a moment, thrilling at her soft body on view for his eyes to feast upon. She made to move off of him, but he stilled her hips. Amy looked at Sheldon in question.
"I want you, just like this. I want you to be in control this time. I want to watch you as you make love to me. I've wanted this for so long, Amy. Longer than I can even admit," He said passionately.
Amy was stunned at Sheldon's sensual words, speechless as he reached up and gently took the banding of her panties and began to lower them. She took the hint and lifted up, pulling off the scrap of silk and dropping it on the floor. She went to raise her arms, when Sheldon stopped her, his large hand on her waist.
"No. Leave the nightie on," He implored, his voice pure sex. He lifted his hips, pulling his own boxers off. He reached over to the nightstand, opening a drawer and grabbing a condom with shaking hands.
Oh, my…kinky Dr. Cooper has come out to play. Amy didn't know whether to be frightened. She watched as he slowly rolled the latex on his arousal, her heart hammering against her ribs. For a few seconds they sat there as they were, panting and eyeing each other. He brought his hand back to her waist.
"Are you-…" He asked tentatively, not sure how to ask her what he needed to know. But Amy knew, her eyes warmly gazing at him.
"I'm more than ready, Sheldon," She assured him, and he touched her gently. His fingers met her warm arousal and he groaned.
"You are always ready for me, Amy. Never stop. Please," His voice softly commanded. Amy could only nod helplessly as he took hold of her waist and guided her down onto his erection. It was unbearably good.
When Sheldon was fully sheathed inside of her, they both cried out in pleasure. He was perfectly still, allowing her body once again to adjust to the invasion. This position was so much more intense for Amy; she could feel every bit of Sheldon inside of her.
"You feel so…perfect." Amy whined, sliding forward and back over him, lifting up and coming back down.
'Oh, Amy," He said in reverence, the urge to close his eyes strong. He fought to keep them open, though. He needed to see her. Amy moved her hips in a circle, unsure of how to do this. Instinct went a long way towards helping her, but she wasn't certain she was doing it right.
"Sheldon, is this…good for you?" She managed, the feel of him filling her overwhelming. He felt so good, and this position was stimulating her beyond what she thought possible.
Good? He thought, his mind in a tangle. Dear god, if it got any better he would be exploding in a matter of seconds. Sheldon moaned loudly.
"It's perfect. Oh, god, you're perfect," He cried, giving in and closing his eyes.
Amy sped up her movements, raising up and slamming down on him roughly. Sheldon's eyes popped back open, focusing on her in a daze. Amy had one hand on his chest, keeping her stationary while the other was stroking her clitoris. He could feel her fingers sliding over him as he met her strokes.
The sight of his woman, pleasuring herself while she rode him was shockingly erotic. Her breasts bounced invitingly inside their wire enclosure, and Sheldon couldn't take it anymore.
"That's it. Yes, Amy. Take what you need," He chanted, his hands not willing to remain idle. They reached up, pulling out her breasts from the prison they were encased it. The pink of the nightie contrasted with her skin beautifully. Sheldon wanted to devour her. She literally made his mouth water.
"You feel so good, Sheldon. God. So good." She cried, her eyes shutting tightly.
He bucked up into her, setting a deep rhythm. Their guttural groans bounced off the walls. Sheldon reached over and assisted her, caressing her tender nub, spellbound at the sight of him disappearing inside of her again and again.
Their fingers intertwined as they stroked together; a tangle of wetness and hardness.
"Open your eyes, Amy. I want to see your eyes," He said forcefully.
"I can't….it's too much," She whimpered, feeling her G spot stimulated by his length which was hitting her perfectly.
"Open them, please." He ordered softly, his gentle hand on her hip securing her to him tightly.
"Sheldon…" She moaned, moving with him in languid, deep strokes. It was slow, tender, and maddening. Her body was so tense, and when she heeded his command, her breath left her in a gasp at the utter adoration she saw reflected back at her.
"I love you, Amy. I love you so much. I didn't mean to make you wait so long. I was scared. I was so scared…." He trailed off, his body torn between absolute pleasure and his heart torn in pain. He had been so selfish. Whether out of fear or pride…it didn't matter now. All that mattered was that he could no longer imagine his life without her, his bed without her. He was losing control, and he no longer cared.
"Sheldon...I love you so much." Amy moaned, and Sheldon reached his limit. Flipping them over, still joined, he thrust into her with deep, rhythmic strokes.
"Oh!" He bellowed, the word bouncing off the walls of his room and increasing his lust. His wild eyes met Amy's in the semi darkness, the passion she felt reflected back at him and making him dizzy.
"You. Are. Mine," He whimpered brokenly, reaching around her back to bring her closer to him as their lower bodies continued to dance erratically. Amy could only wheeze and nod, too wrapped up in the delicious sensations he was evoking in her.
"Yours, Sheldon. Only yours," She affirmed, bending her knees and wrapping a muscular leg around his hip which only served in pulling him in deeper. Amy flung her hands behind her, grabbing Sheldon's headboard. The picture she presented, wanton and spread out for his feasting eyes, pushed Sheldon over the edge. He thrusted wildly, feeling her body tense around his and suddenly the world stopped spinning as he, in turn, followed her into the abyss.
Several moments later, after Sheldon came back to his senses and confirmed he wasn't in fact dead, he raised his heavy head to look down at the woman beneath him. Amy was still shaking from the aftershocks of their mating, her body trembling in the most enticing way. A slow, lazy smile graced his lips and he bent down to kiss the tender skin of her jaw, her neck, the slope of her breast. Amy shuddered, feeling the light stubble of his jaw raking across her delicate skin. He pulled her closer, turning them sideways and he held her tightly. Amy began to drift off when Sheldon whispered in her ear, the delicate sound somehow sounding loud in the dark room.
"Amy…Leonard will be moving out soon."
She opened her eyes and looked at him in the darkness, not saying anything. She nodded instead.
"I'll be living alone for the first time ever."
Again, Amy nodded, watching his every nuance.
"I'm not afraid to live alone. And I don't really need someone here just to babysit me," He said quietly.
This time, Amy agreed.
"I know that, Sheldon." She said tenderly. "You'll be fine." She reassured him, not understanding where he was headed with this conversation.
"Things have changed." He stated, his voice resigned. A few days ago, that statement would have scared her. Somehow, it didn't.
"They have," She affirmed, running her hand across his chest lovingly. Sheldon halted the movement, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed each finger.
"I'm glad," He whispered, tears clogging his throat.
What he couldn't tell her, couldn't voice without fear of falling apart, was that he was ready. He wanted to share his home with Amy. He wanted to share everything. The last few days opened his eyes to a great many things.
Those things he feared for so long, like losing his intellect and succumbing to his base urges like a common man, were unfounded. He'd never felt smarter, clearer, or more in tune with his thoughts than he was right how. He just felt so incredibly…happy.
"Me too," She murmured, her head resting on his chest. Sheldon pulled her as close as he could, knowing he would never push her away again.
And just like that, Sheldon Cooper really became a man.
A/N- Thank you for reading. I told you that something BIG was happening to this couple. It has arrived. Next chapter to me, is the most important one of all. I've been asked if it's a baby. Would that it were SO simple. :) No, not a baby. At least, not yet. It's a bit more complicated than that. Just know, it was my intent all along to write this story with this twist, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. It draws the story together, bringing it back to basepoint. Not to worry; No death. No breakup. Nothing bad. Only something beautiful. Stars are aligning. Stay tuned. X