Back in the Saddle Again
As she blinked her eyes open, she saw a familiar figure lying across from her. His large heavy arm was draped over her chest, pinning her to the bed. His dark wavy hair was messy and he was snoring in the pillow. He probably needed his inhaler. She wanted to get out of the room before he woke up. She had to get back to Sheldon.
She looked over the scene: Her costume was thrown on the floor, his superman cape tossed across the bed. The night came flooding back: The party, the dancing, Sheldon's fight, the tension all came back. The short elevator ride up the stairs, heavy kissing and groping. He ripped off her costume in frantic, ripping the seams and pulling off her boots. She could never wear it again. He left his superman cape on while he was flying into her at full speed, like he had something to prove. It was a blur, but it was there in her memory, surprisingly.
She pulled herself away from Superman and headed to the bathroom. Luckily she didn't get sick, this time. After that awkward kiss when she was drunk on the night she went dancing with Sheldon and the girls, it all came back to her. She was used to getting sick after a long evening of unscheduled kissing and drinking. Oh god, she thought, Sheldon. He looked so happy during most of the evening. He loved the costume he made and the attention from the comic book. Her actions however enraged him. She had never seen Sheldon was so mad, so upset, so unbelievable jealous. She'd be lucky if he ever talked to her again.
She found some clothes in the room and headed toward his door, careful not to wake Superman. She didn't want to have a long explanation of her actions the night before. She wanted to forget the evening and move on with getting married. She was so happy when he asked her. It was the happiest day of her life. She hoped she didn't do anything that would ruin it. They had their ups and downs, but in the end, she knew he loved her. Now, she knew she had to get to Sheldon. She had to explain, had to get him to talk to her again. Her timid knock wasn't answered right away. She tried again, he answered. He say he wasn't happy to see her would be a gross understatement.
"What do you want?" He kept the door half shut, only peeking through the door.
"I want to explain.."
"What is there to explain? You got drunk, you kissed someone who was getting married, without any thought to how those actions would affect me or Leonard for that matter. Do you make a habit of kissing people when you're drunk? Is this something I should know about you?"
"Sheldon, look, I'm sorry. I am. Really." She was pleading with him, she reached for him, but he pulled away.
"Don't touch me. I should have known. This is what it means to have you endocrine system all hay wire. You need to get a grip, little lady. You are getting married! Aren't you? Or that off now too?"
"Yes, I want to get married."
"I should hope so. Does Leonard know how you feel?"
She thought back to him lying next to her in bed, naked and wearing a content sex smile on his sleepy face. "Oh he knows. He knows all too well."
"And, what does he think of your actions? I almost lost him as a friend last night! Did you think of that or just what your raging hormones were telling you? Did you sleep with him last night?" Sheldon crossed his arms. She didn't want to admit the truth. Leonard liked it what she did last night. He loved it in fact. He proved that all night long last night. Over and over again.
She ignored his question, "Look Sheldon. I need to know that we can go back to how it was, before, the party, before the fight. I want that back. Can we have a reboot?"
"A reboot? What is with all the reboots after drunken kissing?"
"Well, it worked before. Didn't it?"
"Yes, but that was special case. A onetime thing."
"Please Sheldon, I …need you in my life."
Sheldon softened his gaze and looked down at pleading eyes. He took a deep breath. He just let one word pass his lips, "Alright…"
She dove into him, wrapping hers arms around him. He just tapped her shoulders, "Alright, just so we are clear, no more drunk kissing."
"No more. I promise."
Just then, the door behind Sheldon opened wider and revealed a woman standing in a shiny green costume with hands on her hips. She unwrapped herself from Sheldon to face the scornful look coming from the woman's brilliant green eyes.
"Hello Penny."
"Hi Amy. I was just apologizing to Sheldon. I should be saying sorry to you. I am sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you. I was just so drunk and I can get a little crazy."
Amy's arms were crossed now, "Well, I can't be too mad. I kissed you when I was drunk that night we took Sheldon dancing."
Sheldon shouted, "SEE! This is what I am talking about! Drunkenness, kissing girls! All manners of endocrine systems going crazy! All this from the supposed accepted social convention of alcohol consumption. It is like Sodom and Gomorrah with an open bar! I'm surprised Leonard isn't taking you over his knee."
Penny smiled, oh he did that too…"He's fine. I am worried about you. I hope we can still be friends, Sheldon, really! I want that reboot on our friendship. It worked for you and Amy?"
"Okay… But no more kissing my fiancé! I am the only one who gets to kiss her! No one else! I don't care how alluring she is. Am I clear?" Sheldon put his arm around Amy's waist, holding her close. That's when Penny noticed: Amy was still in her costume.
"Crystal clear… Speaking of alluring, ah, Amy? Why are you still in your costume? Wasn't the party over hours ago? Like 8 hours ago?" Penny side smirk took up half her face.
Amy's eyes darted around looking at Sheldon whose eyes were as wide the super moon."Oh, that, well. I fell asleep with it on. I just got up." Amy stretched out her arms. "AHHH, so tired. I just slept in it."
"Really… You slept in a skin tight latex costume all night next to Sheldon. Really?"
"Yes. I better go.. Get this off…" Sheldon looked at her with pleading eyes. "Oh, I mean.. It's comfortable. I am just going to make some coffee." That's when Sheldon jolted out of his stupor watching her walk away.
"She can't make coffee to save her life. Got to go. No more kissing girls, Penny. Got to go, Bye." Sheldon slammed the door in her face. Penny could hear the latch and chain go across the door and a slight quell from the room.
"Ha! And he gives me crap about my endocrine system! Savage!" She walked back to her room, to join her sleeping superman snoring in his pillow.
Last night was still fresh in Amy's mind, it was a fun, but drama filled night. Sheldon was thinking of the night as well, just not the same events.
Events that , as Amy would say, got a little CRA-ZZZY:
After the announcements and Stuart's speech, the floor was cleared for dancing and the costume contest. Sheldon wasn't looking for to the dancing, but he wanted Amy to win the contest. He thought she was a cinch for the first prize. Unfortunately, both Stuart and the publisher thought it would look like they rigged the contest, so instead, they asked Amy to judge it. Too say that Sheldon was disappointed would be like saying a Big Bang was a fire cracker. He was crestfallen.
"AMMMYYY! Why can't you compete in the contest? This is a gross injustice! They just can't handle the pure perfection that is your costume."
Amy put her hands on either side of his sad disappointed face, "Exactly, Sheldon! Look at me. No one can compete against this! It's not fair to the huddled masses whose costume tailoring skills are sub par at best. Everyone here knows this is the best costume, or else why would I be judging? Shouldn't the best determine the rest?" She rubbed her thumb on his lips to make his mouth turn up to smile. It worked, "Okay Amy… But I want the record to reflect you would have won this contest!"
"The record shall so reflect. Now! There is only one problem. I don't know a thing about costumes I need help determining the best costume. Can you think of ANYONE who would know all there is about costumes, and tailoring and have the keen eye necessary to shuffle through the malaise of impostors to find the best one?" Sheldon's eyes lit up. "Why yes, yes I do!"
Amy got an authoritative, yet comforting tone, "Now, Sheldon! If you help me, you can't enter the contest, it wouldn't be fair!" Sheldon straightened out his back, "I know that AMY! Besides, the best should determine the rest."
The couple made their way to the stage. They had to watch a parade of costumes, from one woman whose costume was literally painted on, to a man who wore a green lantern shirt and carried a Captain America Shield. Sheldon almost threw a chair at him for mixing DC and Marvel. The best was a tall man who dressed as Groot. Even when Amy presented him with best individual costume trophy, he just said, "I am Groot." Amy was completely confused, but Sheldon was chuckling.
The best couple costume went to Howard and Bernie. They really did look the part of Black Widow and Hawk Eye, complete with quiver and bow. Penny had to deal with the cat calls as she paraded down the stage. Unfortunately the cat calls weren't for her figure, but instead her hair. She could hear the crowd yelling, "WONDER WOMAN ISN'T BLOND!" The loudest was Sheldon, of course. Penny didn't care, she was already on her 7th Long Island, and feeling no pain.
It was awkward when the couple had to judge the sexiest costume. Sheldon looked like they asked him to translate the bible into Navajo. Amy didn't want to just pick anyone, and she sure didn't want to pick a man given Sheldon's jealous streak.
"How about the lady with the paint?" The woman had blue paint, yellow eyes and the most important feature: No shame at all wearing only paint to party.
"That's Mystique, but she isn't the right shade of blue"
"SHELDON! You can't judge on her HUE! IS she sexy or not?"
"How the hell should I know? She's not you!"
Amy just melted, like chocolate in a bowl waiting to become brownie batter, "OH, Dr. Cooper. You just earned valuable Fowler Coupons redeemable this evening."
"Oh goody!"
When the costume contest was done, the couples all went to the floor to dance to the sound track of Guardian's of Galaxy. Sheldon promised Amy only one dance; she had to pick carefully. Once the ethereal sound of 10CC, "I'm not in love" came on, she jumped up. She loved that song.
Sheldon placed his hands on her waist and smiled his koala smile. He really didn't want to dance, he wanted to go back the room and peel that costume off her with his teeth and redeem his coupons.
"I always loved this song when I was kid, it so romantic."
He was looking at her confused, after he finally listened to the lyrics. "Amy, this song is not romantic; he is saying he's not in love. That's not a romance song."
Amy shook her head, "Oh Sheldon, he is in love. It's supposed to be ironic but actually, it about emotional turmoil caused by crippling denial of one's feelings. He is in such denial, to the point that he isn't able to admit he's in love, even though he can't stop thinking about her. That's why the line, 'big boys don't cry' is so poignant. He doesn't want to be hurt."
"SO there really isn't a stain on the wall?"
"No there isn't a stain, but Sheldon, that's not the point."
"Good, because I hated that line. Guy's an idiot. I would know the stain was there, picture or not. "
Amy smiled at her OCD fiancé. She could beat him over the head with the similarities between him and the song. She could, but she didn't need to. That man who would deny his feelings for her was long gone. She just smiled at him and kept dancing. The part of the song started where the singer repeats, "You'll wait a long for me… You'll wait a long time." Sheldon looked down her. She was snuggled into his chest, like she always belonged there. She filled an unknown void.
He reached for her face and lightly pulled it up to his. "Amy, I am sorry you had to wait a long time for me. But I want you to know, I am in love and have been for a very long time." Amy took a deep breath, and her eyes shined brighter than the lights off the mirrored ball. Sheldon leaned down and kissed Amy. They didn't break their kiss till the end of the song.
When the song was over, Amy and Sheldon broke apart. Not because of their own actions, but Penny.
"OH Amy! You just look… Sooo yummy… No wonder Jelly Shelly belly can't get enough… Lay some sugar on me, Bestie…" Penny grabbed Amy's face and pulled her into a huge sloppy kiss. Amy was frozen, not sure what to do to stop the kiss. Sheldon was enraged. He pulled Penny off Amy and pushed her to the side. Leonard, who saw the whole display, was not happy over Sheldon rough treatment of Penny.
"Sheldon! What the hell man? Be careful with her!"
Sheldon's mocking tone enraged Leonard, "BE CAREFUL with her? Careful? Did you see what she just did? She is one who needs to be careful! Get your woman in line, Leonard!"
Leonard had a few drinks himself and was not in the mood for Sheldon's arrogance, "Penny was just messing around. I think an apology is in order."
"Well, when she sobers up, I'll think about it."
"NOT TO YOU, YOU DUMB ASS! To HER for you getting all Hulk Sheldon and Pushing her!" Leonard pushed Sheldon back a few inches with a hard shove on his chest.
"Ouch! DUMB ASS? What are you talking about? Penny attacked AMY!"
"You're being ridiculous. She just kissed her, get over it!"
With a taut cry Sheldon glared at Leonard, "GET OVER IT?! How would you like it if Howard kissed Penny, or Raj.. AGAIN? OR…"
"Or you? IF you kissed Penny?" Leonard was getting jealous; he pushed Sheldon with two fingers to make his point stick.
"That is the most disgusting thing you could say, Penny is like my sister. I rather kiss you!"Leonard shut his mouth with a quick snap and stepped back a step. He looked Sheldon over carefully, just to make sure he wasn't going to further his point and slap a sloppy one on him. Sheldon was still reeling over Penny's kiss. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes to her.
Amy tried to intervene, "Look! NO is kissing anyone! We are done here! Now, let's cool off." Sheldon still was fuming. Amy tried a different tactic. She moved in front of him and ran her hand up the top of his shirt lightly, licking her lips. Sheldon took one eye off Penny to watch her actions. With a sing songy tone, she meowed to him, "Sheldon…you promised you'd be nice if anyone looked at me funny… Remember?"
Sheldon tone lowed, defeated he said, "I remember… Of course."
"So, no more fights?" Amy curled her leg up and blinked her eyes at him. He drew in a deep sigh and relaxed.
"No more fights. Come on, Vixen, let's go before Bernadette decided to find second base on you!" Sheldon stuck his tongue out at Penny. She seemed oblivious to the entire affair. Leonard came up to Penny, "Come on Super Man, let's put that cape to good use."
On the way back to the room, Sheldon had almost forgotten the entire incident by the time he was in the elevator with Amy. She was biting her bottom lip, and one of her legs was bent back, leaning against the wall. Her arms were on her hips, caressing the fabric of her costume. It was driving Sheldon mad. Amy spoke in a low husky growl.
"Oh Dr. Recall."
"Yes, my Emerald Vixen…"
"Do you happened to remember the promise you gave me tonight?"
"What promise?"
"Think back. We were speaking to Howard." Sheldon eyes darted around, like he was reading a transcript. Then he swallowed hard and lowered his head, "Howard asked if we were going to see Hulk Sheldon tonight. You said, no he promised he would behave."
"Yes, and if he didn't…"
"You would have to discipline him. But Amy! Kissing is…"
Amy cut him off with a swift flash of her hand and green piercing eyes when she heard the ding of the elevator floor. "Hush now. We will discuss it in the room." Amy turned from Sheldon who was slumped in the corner of the elevator looking like his ice cream cone got knocked on the ground.
Sheldon opened the room and as soon as they were inside, Amy quickly backed up against the door with her arm across his chest. "Now Dr. Recall. Whatever shall I do with you…" Amy was licking her lips. She had curled her leg around Sheldon, pinning him against the wall, exactly like in the comic when the Emerald Vixen trapped Dr. Recall. Sheldon was as aroused by her body proximity as he was she remembered the scene.
"It seems I am at your mercy, Vixen. The question is, what won't you do?"
"Let you touch me." Amy backed away. Sheldon was crushed, "No anything but that!" He tried to grab her hand, but she jumped away. Amy went to the bed and sat down, her one leg crossed over the other. It was bouncing up and down. She was leaning on her elbows, her head was arched back and her hair draped behind her. Sheldon came up to her, watching her intensely. Amy snapped up to upright position, crossed her arms. "Strip."
"Excuse me?"
"I know you remember what I just said, Dr. Recall... Now."
Sheldon did as he was told. He pulled off his lab coat. Then kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He pulled his pants off next, she knew he would. Then she watched as he peeled slowly his black shirt off. Sheldon could hear her whimper as his arms were stretched over his head. Amy jumped up and circled him. He could hear her behind him, but he didn't turn around. "Everything." Sheldon peeled off his briefs. Then he felt cotton on his skin and flash of white over his head. Amy had thrown the lab coat at him, "Put this back on."
"Having science fantasies lately, ay Dr. Fowler?"
"Not just lately. Try 2 ½ years." Amy bit her lower lip and sat back on the bed.
Sheldon put on the coat, while thinking, "Wait..Ever since I came to your lab during my vacation?"
"OH yeah! You looked so hot in a lab coat washing beakers, hands all soapy… Hmm... I can't tell you how many times I thought about you in one, like this. Hoo!" Amy was fanning herself while seated on the bed. Sheldon wore a coy smile as he walked toward her. Amy held up her boot. "First things first. I need these boots off. "
"Of course." Sheldon slowly undid the zipper for both boots, pulling them off her. As soon as her feet were free, she jumped up.
" I need my costume boss now. Do you think he could help me out of this Emerald suit? "
"Oh yes, everything. " Sheldon looked at her, "Except the mask. That stays on."
Amy lowered her eyes to him, "You're the boss. " Sheldon loved hearing her say that. Her eyes were deep green rings surrounding dark deep pupils. The mask kept her facial expression hidden, but Sheldon didn't need to see her face. Her eyes said it all: Desire.
Sheldon moved his nimble fingers to the zipper on the side of the costume. He pulled it down slowly while watching Amy's breathing. She was holding her breath, like expected it to hurt. Once the fabric was loose, Sheldon moved her arm out of the sleeve, then the other one. The costume was slowly being peeled off her body. Amy was watching his hands move over her skin, working the fabric off her legs and arms. Once the costume was pulled off Amy. She was left with underwear and her Emerald Mask. Now it was Sheldon's turn to whimper.
"Lay down." She ordered him.
Sheldon did as he was told. As soon as he was supine, Amy straddled him. He reached his hand up to hold her waist and pull her into him, but she pulled back, "Tsk Tsk.. No touching." Amy moved her hands over Sheldon's exposed chest, slightly pulling his lab coat off his shoulders. Sheldon wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and grin himself into her, but she wasn't having it. She moved her hips and she leaned down and kissed him so slightly, he could only feel her breath on his lips. He closed his eyes, leaned up to meet her lips, but she had already pulled away.
Amy arched her back and placed her hands behind her, pushing her hips more into his hard erection. She was wet, slick and warm. Sheldon could feel everything, including the rougher edges of the fabric of her underwear. Sheldon didn't know what do with his hands. He gripped the sheets beneath them and knocked his head back, hoping she would notice he was pushing his hips into her. She did.
Sheldon adenoidal whimper rambled in his nose when Amy popped off him. "Now now, Dr. You have been letting your emotions control you this evening, haven't you?" Amy walked over the night stand and found the eye mask Sheldon had used on her earlier in the evening.
Sheldon cleared his throat to find his voice, "Yes. I have. I have allowed jealous and anger to seep into my perfect mind. I couldn't see anything but rage."
"Well, let's revisit that not seeing thing." Amy slipped the mask on Sheldon's eyes. He was blinded, but he could still hear her shuffling about and feel her hot breath on his neck before she cruelly pulled her lips away. He heard her walk slightly away. Then he felt the bed dip, her knee was on the bed. He felt her hand on his stomach, tracing his ribs which each of her fingers. "I've been thinking that you are a man with pent up emotions. Bridled passions I would say."
Sheldon was squirming to her touch, still gripping the sheets, dying for her to touch him more, but excited in ignorance.
"Yes, I would say bridle is an excellent word."
"As would I." Amy swung her leg around Sheldon like he was mustang. He could feel that she had taken off her panties. She was even more hot and wet than before. Amy didn't give a chance to think, however. She immediately started rocking back and forth against him. Her wet slick arousal was teasing him as she moved slowly back and forth. She placed her hands on his chest for balance. "I think you are straddling between two problems."
"Oh, I got only one problem that is being straddled, little lady." Sheldon's accent was getting thicker; always a good sign.
Amy leaned back and placed her hands on his thighs as she jutted her hips forward. "Well, people should know better than to rile the wagon master. So to speak. But, I might have a solution to your pent up frustrations, sir."
"Oh darling, I bet you do." Sheldon had pushed up trying to get him to enter her, but Amy just slipped back and forth, caressing his hard length. She stopped and tighten her muscles. He could feel her throbbing against him. He longed to feel that sensation from the inside. "What do you suggest, you cunning vixen?"
In one swift motion, Amy moved her hips in such a way, that Sheldon' tip slid into her. She was so aroused, she was more than ready to receive whatever he had to give. She moved her hips up and then leaned back into him, painfully slow, like putting on tight riding gloves. Sheldon bucked his head back and get out groan, "Oh yes, Amy, god…" She wasn't done teasing him. Without moving her body, she constricting and relaxing her inner muscles, milking him.
"How.. Ohhh.. Ammy… " She tighten herself again and again, all the while, her body was stationary, only her kegle muscles at work. Sheldon bit his bottom quivering lip, groaning with each constriction. He tried moving his hips up to meet hers, but she was already in motion; riding him while holding on to his lab coat like a robe.
Amy took a few minutes to fully enjoy the new sensation of controlling Sheldon under her. However, she liked it better when he took the reins. "Well, Dr. your problem…. Is control… Oh yes… You.. need… " She could barely get the words out. "You need control… OH god.. Sheldon…" She moved her one hand and pulled off his mask and stopped her motion. Her lips were inches from his, "So the solution is simple: Take control." He could see her now, his Emerald Vixen mounted on top of him with her back arched, her hips and round buttocks like the cantle of a saddle on his throbbing erection and her eyes begging him for more.
"Yes ma'am." That was all he needed. He grabbed her hips and bucked into her so hard she would have been popped up at least a foot off the bed if not for him holding on him. Sheldon dug his hands into her hips and butt, slapping her with each thrust. Amy held onto the lab coat for dear life as Sheldon found a galloping rhythm. He was leading this ride, steering them to climax. Amy arched her head back, moaning with each jouncing thrust. Amy thighs were raw from Sheldon hip bone beating into her. She tighten around him, squeezing him with and undulating pattern, like gripping the horn of a saddle.
The angle of watching Amy ride him, feeling her cum as he held her hips was sending pulses through him. But he had to see his Vixen's face. Always see her face. He reached up and ripped off her mask revealing her beautiful orgasmic visage. Amy eyes opened wide at the abrupt move. Her face was redden, green eyes darken and her hair was blown back from the surprise action. She smiled, a coquette grin, and licked her lips, "Shhheeellllddddoonnn" was all she could say.
Sheldon let loose, driving himself deeper into her with a fierce new found strength from her voice. One look from her and he done in, feeling himself release a volley of pulsing wet pleasure deep in her. He reached up to hold her face as he came, feeling himself relax every muscle he had tighten in anticipation, and some he didn't know he had.
Amy clasped on his chest, panting and if she was using her Texas sayings, "Plump tuckered."
Sheldon wrapped his long arms around her, kissing her wet forehead. Amy dismounted Sheldon and wobbled to the bathroom. Sheldon laughed at her bow legged gait. He wasn't far behind her. He met her in the shower. As she washed off her war paint, and the curls out of her hair, Sheldon smiled. This is his Amy. The costume was wonderful and she was undeniable sexy in it. Just ask Penny… But this look Amy had in the shower: bright clean eyes, and straight hair, this was his Vixen. Although… He thought… Maybe he could redeem his Fowler coupons tomorrow morning. He could get her to put back on the costume and the could have a different kind of adventure. His plan would work, as long as none of his friends would knock on their hotel room door. Thankfully, Penny would probably sleep in. Sheldon thought he was at least save from her unwelcome visit…
He was wrong….
The next morning he heard the knock at the hotel door. Amy had just put on her Vixen costume again, and was just about to "educated" Dr. Recall on the fascinating subject of biology.
"Who in the hell is that now?" Sheldon was not happy to be interrupted.
"Answer it or they will keep knocking. Don't worry, I will wait a long time for you…" Amy winked, hoping he would remember the song from their dance last night. He did.
He wanted to kill whoever was at the door. He had to get rid of them with quick dispatch. With any luck it wouldn't be Penny… Sheldon was unlucky.
"What do you want?" He kept the door half shut, only peeking through the door.
"I want to explain.."
A/N: I can't thank you guys enough for your reviews. I am so pleased you are reading the Vixen story. I hope you guys like it.
Gave you a little scare with this chapter, huh? *Evil laugh*
One more, then, off to Texas!
