The Work-Life Balance Disruption

Chapter 23

Intentions

"Oh, uhm…" Amy stuttered. "I don't know…"

His face fell, and the grip on her wrist loosened immediately. "Alright," he coughed awkwardly, and looked away from her.

"It's just," Amy muttered, "it's been a really long day and I'm really tired. I don't think I'm up for..."

"I was just asking you to stay the night, Amy," he interrupted her, "I didn't necessarily mean for anything to happen between us."

Amy felt foolish. She had been royally pissed off when he had left her in her bed after giving her such pleasure days before, and now, he was asking her to stay with him and she just assumed he wanted to do something sexual.

Did she want something sexual to happen? It seemed to occupy a lot of her thoughts when she was around him.

"Oh," she murmured. It was incredibly awkward.

"I thought, maybe you wouldn't want to be alone tonight after a day like this."

He made a valid point. She didn't want to be alone tonight.

And that's how they ended up brushing their teeth side by side in his bathroom, Amy still in her dress, Doctor Cooper in his slacks and white shirt.

Their eyes locked in the mirror in front of them.

His eyes had a sparkle in them and it made Amy blush. The heat from his gaze felt strange in comparison to the cold tile floor under her feet.

Amy looked at his behind as he bent over to rinse his mouth and drink from the faucet. It looked nice. Better than nice.

He looked up and caught her looking. He raised an eyebrow at her. He wiped his mouth with a washcloth and with a move of his hand mentioned for her to go ahead at the sink.

Amy bent down, turning on the tab and spitting out the tooth paste. She could feel his eyes on her now. It caused a delicious chill to go through her.

She moved back up and he handed her a washcloth. "Thanks," she muttered, dapping her mouth. He was standing incredibly close to her, his right hand suddenly on her lower back, slowly moving down.

She turned to look at him, his blue eyes were piercing her once again.

His hand moved lower, and cupped her ass through her dress. His lips practically grazed her ear when he whispered to her.

"Don't you think this dress is a little inappropriate for church, Miss Fowler? I couldn't have been the only one there who was distracted by the way you looked..."

Amy felt her pulse quicken. She inhaled sharply. He was calling her Miss Fowler again, but it sounded playful.

"What do you mean, Doctor Cooper? Is there something wrong with this dress?" she replied innocently.

He squeezed her butt in response and grasped her face with his other hand, bringing them closer together.

"Oh, there's absolutely nothing wrong with this dress... Your ass looks phenomenal. If there's anything wrong with this dress, it's the fact that it's still on you, Miss Fowler," he muttered against her lips.

His mouth closed over hers in a searing kiss. Amy moaned in his mouth, and his tongue swept across her lips, opening her mouth and moving against her tongue.

Amy found herself in his arms, his hands on her ass, pulling her flush against him as he leaned against the sink.

She kissed him back with fervour, her mind blissfully empty of worries about her parents and whatever conversations he had had with them. All there was, was his tongue and his lips, and the groans he made in the back of his throat while his hands kneaded the flesh of her butt.

He pulled away with a groan, breathing deeply. Amy was already lightheaded with lust. One of her hands had wound up around his neck, while the other was inside his shirt, feeling his rapidly beating heart through his undershirt.

She could feel how aroused he was, as his erection pressed against her belly.

He cleared his throat, and looked down awkwardly. "Did you want to shower before bed?" he tried to sound unconcerned and closed-off.

Amy caressed his neck and pulled him in closer, so she could whisper in his ear.

"Are you trying to get me out of this dress, Doctor Cooper?" she whispered, hoping she sounded playful and flirting.

The grip on her waist tightened, and a delicious jolt went through her.

"Amy," he groaned, and pushed her away a little while he moved away from the sink. Well, so much for flirting, she thought and her heart sank a little.

He was sending her mixed signals again. She thought they were passed this. Why was it okay for him to flirt with her or initiate, but when she wanted it, he pushed her away? That wasn't fair.

He pushed her away further, and left her standing at the sink. She watched him walk over to a cabinet, where he pulled out a towel.

If he thought Amy was just going to stand there and just let him decide everything, he was very much mistaken, she thought.

Without turning around, she spoke almost casually. "I was wondering if you managed to get a moment alone with Father Michaels?"

He halted in his step behind her and blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Just wondering if you were able to confess your sins..."

She held his gaze in the mirror, his eyes had darkened. He walked towards her slowly and caged her in from behind. His body pressed against hers, and he muttered in her ear.

"I was having sinful thoughts, Amy... We haven't sinned yet..."

Amy thought the things they'd done were pretty sinful.

"We haven't?" she asked, surprised.

His hands were on her waist now, slowly hiking up her dress. He chuckled darkly.

"No, we haven't... at least not in the way my mother is always trying to stop me from doing..." he whispered hotly in her ear.

He had pulled up her dress over her bottom by now and his fingers were swiftly making work of her pantyhose, pulling them down.

"Oh, if we were sinning Amy... I'd take you right here against the sink," his hands were caressing the insides of her thighs. Amy quivered.

"You would?" she whispered, and she opened her eyes and met his heated gaze in the mirror.

One of his hands moved up to her hair, and caressed it softly. "Oh yes," he hissed, as his other hand stroked her over her panties. Amy held her breath anxiously. Would he?

"I'd probably rip these pantyhose while bending you over ever so slightly," he pushed her forward as he spoke, and Amy felt how this position made her butt touch the bulge in front of his pants.

"I would have you looking at me," he muttered, and his hand fisted her hair and he pulled her up by her hair. Amy gasped.

His eyes were nearly black now.

She felt his fingers moving over her ass, and push aside her panties between her legs. His fingers grazed her in the process. Amy closed her eyes and breathed out shallowly. What was happening? Was he actually narrating as he went?

He pulled her hair again, and Amy looked up in shock at the sharp sting of pain.

"Look at me, Amy," he growled, and his fingers were there again, pushing into her. Amy held his gaze in the mirror, her mouth open, panting.

It felt so different like this. The angle his hand made combined with his piercing stare in the mirror, felt way more intense. She moaned softly.

She could hear how aroused she was, the sounds of his fingers moving through her folds, stroking her clit, entering her again.

He groaned in her neck, and brushed a kiss under her ear. "I can't get over how tight you are, Amy," he grunted, and inserted another finger while he tightened the grip on her hair.

Amy whimpered.

"Does this hurt?" he panted, he removed his fingers from her slowly, and teased her clit again.

"M-my hair hurts a little," Amy muttered, moving her head to where he wanted it, against his right shoulder. She tried her best to keep her eyes open.

"That's supposed to hurt, darlin'," he chuckled darkly against her ear. His fingers – how many was this? Two? Three? It had to be three, right? – pushed into her again as he finished his sentence.

Amy gasped in shock. If it was from the sensation of his fingers inside her or from what he said, or both, she couldn't be sure.

What did he just call her?

The grip on her hair loosened, and he pushed her forward. Amy grasped the sink to steady herself.

"Fuck, Amy," he murmured. "I can't wait to have you clench around my dick like this."

His words made her clench even more. She wanted him. "Uhh, Sheldon," she moaned, he was fingering her clit now. She was almost there.

"Tell me what you want," he panted.

Amy mewled under his ministrations. Did she dare ask him? She had waited long enough. She was curious. Nervous as hell, but her curiosity won out as she answered him.

"Take me," she moaned.

Sheldon groaned behind her. "No," he muttered.

Amy huffed. He wanted her as well. She could feel it, his erection pressed against her butt with each thrust of her hips into his hand. Why would he deny her?

"Sheldon, please," she moaned, almost delirious with want, "take me..."

The sound of his hand connecting to her rear echoed in the bathroom. Amy gasped at the sharp sting of pain that resonated through her.

"I said no, Amy," Sheldon hissed, almost angrily.

He smacked her ass again.

Amy yelped and to her surprise, she felt even more arousal course through her. His fingers slipped through the amount of wetness easily.

While she had dirty dreams about this, she had never expected to really feel a thrill go through her.

"Oh, you like this, don't you? Why am I not surprised," he chuckled.

"N-no," Amy lied. Wasn't this incredibly degrading? Then why did it turn her on?

"Don't lie to me, Amy," Sheldon reprimanded her, "I can feel how wet it gets you. Maybe you'll even be able to handle a third finger, hmm?"

Good God, had it been only two fingers this entire time?

He removed his fingers altogether, and swiped them across her folds. Amy squirmed underneath him.

She felt him poise his fingers at her entrance. "Look at me, Amy," he muttered.

Amy looked into his eyes in the mirror as he inserted them. "Oh," she whimpered. He stretched her. It hurt a little.

"Ugh," she moaned, the sting suddenly too much for her to handle.

He removed the extra finger immediately. "Too much?" he mumbled, his thumb caressing her clit in fast circles, "This better?"

Amy fell forward again, moaning out loud. "Yes," she gasped. She was climbing again, higher and higher. She trembled.

"I want to look in your eyes when you come for me," he grunted, pulling her up by her hair again.

Amy languidly opened her eyes. His stare made the fire inside her burn even more. With one final swipe across her clit, she was there.

"Sheldon," she moaned, convulsing on his fingers. The waves of pleasure went through her, rendering her speechless and completely limp. She fell back against him, panting still.

Her legs gave out, but Sheldon held her close against him. He pressed kisses to her neck. And another under her ear.

He breathed harshly into her ear, seemingly exhausted himself.

"I'm not having you lose your virginity by me taking you from behind against my bathroom sink on the day of your aunt's funeral," he whispered darkly, "I have too much respect for you to do that. When the day comes I do take you, you will be under me in a bed and I won't be your professor anymore. Do you understand me?"

Amy nodded mutely.

He kissed her neck again. "Good," he mumbled, then adopted a lighter tone, "now go shower. And please use the shower gel in the yellow bottle, otherwise you'll smell like Leonard, and I won't want you next to me."

He winked at her. Amy chuckled softly, still breathless from what just happened and the things he said.

Amy stood under the stream of water, thinking the day over. What a day it had been. If someone told her that morning how the day would have gone; the confrontations at the funeral, Doctor Coo – no, Sheldon, talking to both her parents, the movies and the warmth of being around a big group of people, and then what just happened in the bathroom.

He wanted her.

He basically said if it were up to him, they'd be having sex in two weeks' time.

In two weeks the semester would be over and he wouldn't be her professor anymore. A thrill went through her at the thought.

The shower curtain was pulled aside suddenly. Amy turned around quickly, her back to him. Had he actually ever seen her breasts?

"I hope you don't mind," she could barely hear him over the sound of the running water, "but you've been in here a long time and it's getting rather late. I'll just rinse off quickly."

His hands enveloped her waist and she was pulled against his warm body.

"N-no, it's okay," she murmured.

"Did you find the right shower gel?" he muttered in her ear.

She had been done for minutes, and had simply stood under the spray of water. She was thankful for the elastic she found in a dish by the sink so she could put her hair out of the way.

"Yes," she answered. His hands were roving over her belly.

"That's a shame," he mumbled, "I wouldn't have minded washing you."

Amy flushed. How foolish of her. Wasn't that what people did when they shared showers? She should have lied.

Before she knew what she was truly saying, the words were already out of her mouth.

"I guess I'll just wash you instead, then."

She twisted around in his arms before she lost her cool, and pulled his startled face to hers quickly.

He met her mouth eagerly, their lips brushed against each other and Amy turned them around as elegantly as possible. It was hard in the confined space of the tub, but luckily the adhesive stickers on the bottom of the tub made it easier.

She pulled back from him and pushed him fully under the spray. She took a second to enjoy the view. His chest was defined but not overly muscular, there was a patch of hair between his pecs. Her eyes moved downwards to his groin.

Despite having had him in her mouth, she still stared at the size of him. And he wasn't even hard. Well, not fully.

"It's not polite to stare, Miss Fowler," Sheldon said, using his professor voice. Heat stirred in her belly.

She looked up at him. "I was just admiring the view, sir," she said innocently, playing along with him.

He grinned slowly at her.

"Go on then," he said while he handed her the shower gel. "We don't have all day and I think it's way beyond your bedtime already."

Amy nodded. She squirted a dollop of wash in her hand and rubbed them together quickly to create a foam. She soaped up his arms simultaneously and made him turn around when she reached his shoulders. She moved her hands over his back, feeling his muscles contract as she moved upwards.

She massaged his shoulders briefly. There was a lot of tension in them.

"This doesn't feel too good," she muttered. "I could help you out with this, you know. Even self-massage can release some of this tension."

She let her fingers slide alongside his spine, and moved to the left finding a small node-like object rolling around his shoulder blade; the myofascial point.

"Brace yourself, Doctor Cooper," she whispered and bore down on it.

He groaned loudly.

"Ohhh, fuck," he cursed. His hands were flat against the shower wall in front of him. "Oh, your hands are magic..."

Amy grinned.

She turned him back around. "Majoring in biology doesn't sound that bad now, does it Doctor Cooper?"

He gave her an exasperated look and pulled her face towards his. He kissed her softly.

"Don't be sassy now, Miss Fowler," he whispered against her lips. He kissed her again, and his teeth nibbled her lower lip playfully. Amy moaned.

"I didn't think you were done yet, were you?"

Amy blushed under his gaze and added another dollop of shower gel on her hands. She moved her hands in circles over his chest. The hairs felt course under her fingers.

"Is this better, Doctor Cooper?" she asked sarcastically, swivelling her hands lower.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

Amy bypassed his growing erection, and caressed the tops of his thighs instead. She slowly moved into a squatting position while her hands moved lower.

Sheldon stared at her from above. Amy had never felt this bold in her life.

"You missed a spot, Miss Fowler..." he muttered.

Amy moved her hands to where he wanted them. She moved her soapy hands over him, one grasping his balls and massaging them softly while she folded the other around his length.

She barely touched him, but he grew harder still.

Amy lathered him up, and gave Sheldon a soft push so he moved back, causing the stream of the shower to wash over his front. Amy took her time cleaning away the suds on his dick while she listened intently to his increased breathing.

Once satisfied he was cleaned of soap, she pulled him closer to her by his hips.

She looked up at him, licking her lips.

"Amy..." he mumbled, his hand moving to her hair. His eyes were ablaze.

It was all the encouragement she needed. She licked him around the tip, covered her teeth as much as she could, and enveloped him in her mouth.

The grip on her hair tightened, but he didn't pull her closer or moved his hips into her, he merely held her head.

Amy moaned around him, and bopped her head up and down slowly. She moved her hand on him in the opposite direction.

Sheldon was groaning above her.

Amy's thighs were starting to burn from her awkward position. She decided to take things up a notch. Increasing the grip on his member, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him in further.

"Amy," Sheldon muttered urgently, pulling away from her grasp, "move."

He pulled her up quickly and just in time for him to come on her belly, moaning deeply all the while. He crushed her against him, breathing out harshly in her ear.

They stood under the stream together for about a minute.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Someone's been practicing," he whispered in her ear. She hadn't. Amy felt strangely proud of herself.

She smiled the entire time Sheldon washed his semen away from her upper body, and didn't stop till he wrapped her in a towel and she turned towards the sink to brush her teeth again.

"I left you something to wear to bed," he said, indicating to a pile of clothes next to the sink.

Amy nodded, her mouth filled with toothpaste. Sheldon turned around and moved to his bedroom.

Amy spit out the toothpaste and drank some water. Who'd have thought this day would turn out to end on such a high note, she mused.

She moved over to the clothes he laid out for her. It was yet another Batman shirt. How many did the man have? It made her smile.

As she unfolded it, something else fell from the shirt. Amy bent down to pick it up.

The smile disappeared from her face. It was a pair of panties.

They weren't hers.

To be continued

A/N I had a great vacation. It was beautiful and filled with so many highlights. I have returned home well-rested (except for this incoming jetlag) and filled with inspiration as I had hoped. I'll publish a one shot I wrote on while lying on the beach and by the pool later this week.

I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Thank you for your patience and your continued support!

Let me know what you think.