The Work-Life Balance Disruption

Chapter 20

Seductions

Doctor Cooper pulled her face closer to his and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.

"I'm not making love to you tonight," he murmured. "But I can make you feel good, if you'll let me."

Amy's heart fluttered in her chest. She wanted to feel good. She needed to feel good. Needed to feel, period.

She didn't know how to respond. Should she kiss him again to express her consent?

Doctor Cooper's eyes roamed over her face, as if he was waiting for her. Apparently she took too long to answer.

He pressed another kiss to her lips, and then lifted her off his lap. He got up and not-so subtly moved his hand to his pants to readjust his erection. Amy watched him walk over to the kitchenette.

Had she missed her chance?

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

"A little," Amy muttered. She suddenly realised she didn't even know what time it was. Her eyes shifted to the oven clock and to her surprise it was already well past 8 at night. Her stomach growled with sudden hunger.

Doctor Cooper was looking through the cabinets. Amy knew there wasn't a lot in there.

"I'll make you something to eat," he said. "Why don't you go and get back to Bernadette? She sounded worried."

Amy looked at him. He had taken out a can of soup, a pot, bread and a frying pan. She watched him loosen the cuffs of his shirt and roll up the sleeves to his elbows. Her stomach constricted. There was something weirdly sexy about these rolled-up sleeves. She could see the tendons in his arms move as he stirred the soup.

Grabbing her phone, and moving away from the couch, Amy walked over to her bed and sat down. There was no way to have total privacy in the small studio, but at least this way, she could speak as quietly as possible without Doctor Cooper overhearing too much.

Amy nearly dropped her phone in shock. She had a total of nine missed calls. Three of those were from Doctor Cooper, four from Bernadette, one from Penny and one from her parents' home number.

Figuring her mother would probably text again if she wanted something, Amy opened her texts first.

Her mother had texted her. It was details about the funeral that Saturday and the request Amy would read a passage from the Bible. Apparently, Aunt Flora had left instructions for the funeral and had requested Amy to speak.

Amy swallowed away the lump in her throat. Tears welled up again, and she let them fall.

Bernadette and Penny had each texted her individually about ten different texts, and their group chat was filled with conversation between the two of them. Amy skimmed through it. First, there were questions where she was and why she wasn't responding. Then came the panic and the threats; if she wouldn't respond in half an hour, they would call the police or come by.

The texts that followed lightened Amy's spirits a little.

Bernadette
I'm calling you again, Amy. If you still don't answer, I'm coming over

Penny
It's been like a day now. Maybe we should call the police? Was I out of line with that question about Sheldon yesterday? Cuz I only want whats best for u 2

Bernadette
She's alright

Penny
Oh thank God! You talked to her then?

Bernadette
No, I talked to Sheldon. He answered her phone…

Penny
Are you kidding me?

Bernadette
Nope *wink*

Penny
You mean we've been worried sick while they were doing the nasty all day?!

Bernadette
Hahahaha. No! It's not like that

Penny
What is it then?

Bernadette
Sheldon said someone in the family had died. He's taking care of her

Penny
Aw, Amy I'm so sorry

Bernadette
Yes. If there's anything we can do, just let us know ok? We're here for you

Penny
Yes! Absolutely! But I think Sheldon can take care of you in a much better way now… hehe

Bernadette
Haha! So true. You let him pamper you, Amy. Call me when you can! XOXO

Penny
Kisses!

Amy smiled at her phone. Not because of the obvious innuendoes – well, maybe be little – but more for the affection she felt for the both of them. They had been seriously worried about her. It brought tears in her eyes again, but not of sadness, but because she let her mother get into her head so much she doubted herself to a point she didn't know what was true anymore.

Amy dialled Bernadette's number, and watched Doctor Cooper work around in her kitchen. The smell of grilled cheese hung in the air.

"Amy!" Bernadette shrieked as she answered, "oh my God! I've been so worried about you today. Don't ever do that again!"

Amy smiled. "I'm sorry, Bernie," she muttered, willing Doctor Cooper not to overhear, "I was just really upset. My great-aunt died, and it stirred up all kinds of thoughts and emotions. I didn't think you'd worry about me.."

"Why wouldn't we be worried about you?" Bernadette interjected, incredulously. "Of course we were! I was so happy when Sheldon said you were okay."

Amy smiled more broadly now, and looked on as Doctor Cooper filled a bowl with soup and took the grilled cheese sandwich out of the frying pan.

He looked up at her, and Amy felt her stomach flutter.

"I am okay," Amy muttered, "Doctor Cooper's taking care of me. I actually think my dinner's about ready now."

"Sheldon made you dinner?" Bernadette sounded surprised. "And don't you think it's time you start calling him Sheldon by now? You may not have told me everything, Amy, but something happened. I could see it between the two of you last night."

"Oh, he's calling me over right now! Gotta go," Amy quickly hung up before she had to answer these awkward questions.

She walked over to the kitchen. Doctor Cooper had just finished carving a smiley face in the grilled cheese sandwich.

"Hey," she murmured. Doctor Cooper looked up, holding a tray with the bowl of soup and the grilled cheese on a plate.

"Hello," he said. He look at her face and, noticing she had been crying again, added, "are you alright?"

Amy nodded, and wiped her cheeks. "Is that for me?" she asked, trying to fill the silence between them.

"Yes," Doctor Cooper answered, obviously wondering why she asked. He walked it over to the table where her laptop and books lay. Amy quickly followed and moved them out of the way, making room for her dinner.

It was delicious. Even the soup, which just came from a can, tasted heavenly. The grilled cheese was just the right combination of crispy bread and gooey, melted cheese. Amy couldn't help but moan in appreciation as she ate.

Doctor Cooper seemed to watch her to make sure she was eating, because once she started, he busied himself looking through the papers on her desk. He was going through the syllabus of his own class, looking at the notes she made in the margins and next to the instructions for the Euler-Lagrange equation paper.

"You don't know your own syllabus?" Amy asked, between bites of her sandwich.

Doctor Cooper gave her a look. "Of course I do," he said, "but I'm curious to see what my students think of it. I always ask for feedback at the end of a semester, but people hardly respond. While I think I've written a comprehensive instruction, it would appear it's not. Without my students telling me, I'll never adjust it accordingly."

Amy nodded. She wondered what she had written. She was only glad there were no 'i's in either of their names for her to dot with a little heart, like she used to do with crushes in high school.

"Right," she said. "I thought it was pretty clear."

"Not clear enough," Doctor Cooper said, "seeing how you interpreted the instructions here, explains while you received a failing grade. You misinterpreted part B of the assignment, which caused mistakes in the rest of the paper as well."

"Oh," Amy replied. Then she suddenly realised something.

"So you do remember everything you had written on my paper?" she asked him teasingly. "That one time in your office, you said I had to bring a hard copy of my paper around, otherwise we wouldn't be able to discuss it?"

Doctor Cooper flushed. Red blotches appeared on his cheeks. He put the syllabus down and looked at her.

"I have an eidetic memory, I remember everything," he said, "and you were not there to discuss the paper at all. You were there to get a rise out of me. I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

He was looking at her intensely. Daring her to contradict him.

It was Amy's turn to blush.

"I just wanted my panties back," she muttered.

"You mean you didn't leave them in my bathroom on purpose?" he asked, sounding surprised. He was teasing her. He had to be.

"N-no," she mumbled, blushing.

Doctor Cooper's eyes sparkled. "You could have fooled me, Amy," he muttered. "I don't have them on me right now. I guess you'll just have to come by my house sometime. If you play your cards right, I'll give them back."

Amy felt warm all over, and not because of the hot soup she just ate. Was he inviting her over to his house?

"Okay," she whispered.

Doctor Cooper was gazing at her, his eyes looking through her once again. There was a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. "Good," he murmured.

The heat of his gaze warmed her entire body.

Amy was afraid to blink. She was breathing shallowly.

Doctor Cooper cleared his throat and looked away. He got up and gathered the dirty dishes, bringing them back to the kitchen and turning on the faucet. He continued to scrub them clean.

Amy sighed. Perhaps it was better to not let the tension escalate again. He had been right to stop her before. But what was it that he'd said?

"I'm not making love to you tonight."

Amy stared at the wall. Making love. She hadn't realised it then, but 'making love' sounded a lot different than whatever wild fantasy she had had. It sounded like there were actual feelings involved.

She quickly tried to divert her thoughts. The possibility that he had actual feelings for her scared her. But, why else would he be here? He had said she was charming that very afternoon. That she was smart and confident.

Her stomach filled with what could only be described as butterflies.

"But I can make you feel good, if you'll let me."

What did he mean? Oh, Amy, don't play dumb now, she berated herself. She knew exactly what he could mean with that statement. Especially after Monday. Oh my God. Had it been only two days ago that she had had the most intense orgasm of her life? That day would forever be ingrained in her memories.

Amy suddenly inhaled sharply as the realisation hit her.

She had been on her knees sucking her teacher's dick dressed up like some dirty Catholic schoolgirl, while her Aunt Flora was found dead in her bed.

Tears blurred her vision. The unexpected pain around her heart was making her gasp for breath. Aunt Flora. The music box. Chanel no. 5. Those hugs. The whispers and the giggles.

Never again.

Amy was sobbing fully now. She let her head fall in her hands, heaving and gasping. Big, fat tears fell from her eyes into her palms and onto her legs.

Doctor Cooper's hand on her shoulder startled her. She had been so caught up in her grief, she had almost forgotten he was there. "Ssshh," he hummed, and pulled her head to his chest. He must have crouched down next to her. Amy pulled on his shirt, wanting him closer to her.

All of a sudden, she was airborne. With one hand under her knees, and the other around her waist, he carried her bridal-style towards her bed.

Amy gasped in his neck. His breathing was laboured, probably from the strain of carrying her.

"You can put me down," she mumbled between tears, feeling uncomfortable. She wasn't overweight, but she certainly wasn't skinny like his alleged ex.

He didn't put her down. Once he reached her bed, he turned around and sat down, pulling her closer to him in his lap.

Amy still held the lapels of his shirt in a tight grip as she cried softly now. He smelled so comforting, she burrowed her face in his neck. This wasn't the first time he had held her when she cried. She remembered that evening with Zack. How many weeks ago was that? So much had happened between them.

His hand moved in comforting strokes over her back, the other had a firm grip on her leg. His thumb moved in circles over her legging-clad thigh.

It was more stimulating than comforting.

Her tears had stopped now, and she shifted in his lap.

She pulled on his shirt, pressing her upper body against his. Her nipples had already hardened. He must be able to feel it. The strokes on her back stopped and the grip on her leg tightened.

Amy gathered up all her courage, and pressed a kiss to neck. And another. And another.

Doctor Cooper groaned softly.

He pulled back and held her head with his hand. He gave her a stern look.

"Amy," he said, exhaling loudly. "We shouldn't."

Amy licked her lips. "Why not?" she muttered. What happened to 'making her feel good'?

Doctor Cooper looked at her disbelievingly. "You know why, Amy," he muttered, and moved a lock of her hair out of her face, behind her ear. His touch on her ear made her squirm in his lap. She was finally feeling something good again. After such a long day of feeling worthless and awful.

She moved into him, and pressed her lips against his. "I'm not asking for… you know," she whispered between kisses, "but I just want to feel something." She probably wasn't making sense. Doctor Cooper wasn't kissing her back.

In one final desperate attempt to convince him, she pulled his head close and kissed him deeply.

"Please," she muttered.

Amy yelped as she flew through the air; Doctor Cooper having thrown her from his lap onto the bed. She barely had a chance to look him in the eye before his mouth was devouring her. He crawled on top of her, kissing her thoroughly, while he pushed her legs apart and settled his lower body between them.

Amy instinctively moved her legs around his hips, and pulled him into her. Their tongues met between their mouths, stroking one another. Amy mewled when she felt the bulge pressing hard between her legs. The leggings she wore provided nearly no barrier.

Doctor Cooper pulled back from her face, he had caged her in with his elbows next to her head. He thrusted against her again, looking in her eyes as he did so. Amy inhaled sharply at the intensity of his gaze combined with the feel of him between her legs.

He pushed into her once more, and shifted to his side. His hand moved to palm her breast through her clothes. Amy moaned.

His mouth was on her neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin there.

Amy pawned at his arms, moving her hips in tandem with his. Meeting him, rubbing herself against him.

"Fuck, Amy, I can't say no to you," he breathed in her ear, "you vixen."

Amy felt even more arousal pool between her legs. He pinched her nipple roughly and she keened, arching against him.

Doctor Cooper pulled back from her, and sat back on his haunches, catching his breath. Amy looked up at him. Her panties were uncomfortably damp. The feeling of his erect member pressing against her had her almost reaching orgasm. He looked incredibly sexy, watching her from above, her legs spread out on each side of him.

"Tell me what you want, Amy," he asked, his voice low, his hands on the waistband of her leggings.

Amy breathed deeply. She saw his eyes shift to her breasts as they moved with each breath she took.

"Doc-Doct-," she stuttered, delirious with want.

"No," he interrupted her, "we're not in a classroom, Amy. There's no need to address me as such."

Her breathing halted.

Amy stared at him. She swallowed and let out a shuddering breath. "O-okay," she whispered.

He bent down again, and kissed her. His tongue swept in her mouth, and she met him hesitantly. It felt noticeably different than it felt before.

The power balance between them had shifted.

Amy moved her hands back to his head, holding onto him when she kissed him back with vigour. She felt his erection between her legs once more and she bucked up against him. His thrusts hit just the right spot and she pulled back from him, panting. The stimulation made her cry out softly with each thrust.

"What do you want, Amy?" he asked again, his voice sounded strained.

She didn't know how to convey her thoughts. She wanted him. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she was game. Anything, to help her get passed this horrible day and end it on a good note. She was almost there already.

"You," she breathed.

He pushed against her again. His thrusts were driving her crazy, but it wasn't enough to get her there. Her frustration was rapidly building.

"Please, Sheldon," she mumbled.

He groaned loudly in her ear at the sound of his first name. "Yesss," he hissed.

He moved back from her again, and quickly pulled on her leggings. Amy moved her legs inwards, so he would be able to pull them off of her. He pulled off her panties simultaneously.

He fell down next to her, and pulled her face close his. Their mouths moved over each other, kissing and pushing and pulling.

Amy felt his hand move down, from her neck to her breasts, her stomach. His hand grazed her inner thighs softly. Amy squirmed under his ministrations.

She had been clear in what she wanted. Why was he still teasing her?

"Sheldon," she moaned, pleadingly.

He groaned in her ear. "I want to hear you scream my name like that when I make you come, Amy."

Her stomach dropped. His voice was so low, demanding. She liked it.

His hand moved and slipped through her folds. Amy moaned. If it was because of his requests or the stimulation she craved so, she couldn't even tell anymore. He pushed one finger inside her, and she moved against his hand.

"Is this what you want?" he was slowly moving his finger inside her.

It wasn't enough.

Amy was trembling under him. He knew she needed more. This wasn't his first time touching her like this. Didn't he say he had an eidetic memory? Surely, he was teasing her again.

"Do you want me to beg again?" she huffed semi-angrily, frustrated beyond reason now.

"I can't say I don't like it," he chuckled. "But right now, I want you to tell me what you want." He showered her neck with kisses, his fingers slowly moving over her but never quite enough.

"Do you want more of this?" he asked, positioning another finger at her entrance, slowly moving it inside her. Amy mewled.

"Or do you want this?" His thumb brushed over her clit.

Amy arched up from the bed with a yelp.

"Or do you want my mouth on you?" he spoke lowly in her ear. Her muscles contracted around his fingers in response, pulling them in further. He grunted.

Amy shivered. "Yes," she panted.

He didn't need to be told twice. He pressed a final kiss underneath her ear, and quickly moved downwards, positioning himself between her legs.

He had to hold down her hips as he licked her. Amy bit her lip to keep from screaming too loud. His mouth moved over her – and if she thought he devoured her when he kissed her mouth, there were no words for what he did when he kissed her down there.

Amy panted and her entire body shook in anticipation of what was to come.

She had been high strung for so long now, it didn't take her long to get there. His tongue moved over her, licking her, moaning as he did, his lips covering her clit. He sucked her hard, his fingers pumping into her at a menacing pace.

Amy shuddered as her orgasm took over. The blissful feeling almost rendered her speechless, until she remembered his request.

"Sheldon!" she mewled. She convulsed on his fingers, and he kept licking her. She felt the vibrations of him moaning against her. Slowly, she came down and she tried to catch her breath.

His fingers pressed on that spot inside her once more, and the feeling that had just stopped was rapidly coming back. The tingles moving from inside her, to her fingers, her toes, her chest.

Amy's eyes shot open when she realised she was coming again.

"Aaah," she gasped, as stars exploded behind her eyes and inside of her. Her hands moved on their own accord; one held his head steady against her, the other grasping her sheets in a firm grip.

With one final swipe of his tongue against her clit, she shuddered against him.

She fell back against her mattress, heaving and completely sated. She didn't know how long she lay there, but when she came to, Sheldon was sitting next to her on the bed. His hand softly stroked her hair.

Amy blinked at him. She was suddenly very tired.

He bent down and kissed her lips. "Better?" he asked, grinning at her smugly.

Amy blushed, and playfully smacked his arm. "Yes," she breathed.

"Good," Sheldon whispered. He brushed a lock of stray hair from her face again and muttered, "I should go."

Amy inhaled, blinking away the sudden tears in her eyes. Her stomach constricted uncomfortably. He didn't want to stay.

She felt exposed. She was still naked from the waist down, and she tried to cross her legs. They felt like lead. She was sore already. She sat up and hugged her legs close to her.

The silence between them was stretching far too long.

"Okay," she muttered finally, looking away from him. Perhaps she should have reciprocated, or something. Maybe he would have wanted to stay the night then.

The tears didn't fall until he closed the door behind him.

She had really missed her chance this time.

To be continued

A/N I love all of your reactions to my writing. My chapters are getting longer with each one I write. Hopefully , it makes up for this chapter's end.

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