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She blinked. There was an invisible force calling her. She couldn't stop it, or think about her actions before it occurred. She turned a little more, moved closer to him, and closed the gap between them.

She kissed him.

Chapter 2 - Don't play with me

His lips were soft. Warm. Amy held the kiss as long as she could, but she felt Sheldon tensing at her contact. Her initial boldness morphed into alarm. What was she doing? Amy gasped and panicked. She broke away from him. Her hand flew to her mouth, touching her lips where moments ago, his were. Did she make a mistake kissing him? Why did she kiss him?!

He was speechless, his eyebrows almost reaching his hairline with his eyes wide open. His body jumped away from her too, looking at her from top to bottom. He looked alarmed and was breathing fast and loud. His hands had left hers on the gamepad and were curled into fists on his knees, his knuckles white from the pressure. Amy didn't notice any of that, just Sheldon's alarmed gaze.

Oh no! What did I do?! Is he angry? He HAS to be angry at me. OMG! OMG! OMG! She panicked. She noticed his chest moving fast, he was breathing heavily. He was probably enraged with her at this point. She kissed him, without his consent, again. Like that first time on her couch. His pupils were dilated. His face was red. His breathing was erratic. But this time, his face didn't express fascination.

What had happened? She had lost control and she had kissed him a moment ago. Her mind was blank. Why am I so stupid? She just wanted to feel him, more of his warmth, more of him. Stupid! She cursed herself in her mind, expecting him to scold her at any moment. The waiting felt like an eternity. What would he do? Make her leave? Or worse, break up with her? Oh no! Please don't break up with me!

Sheldon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them and stared at her intensely. Amy's heart raced in her chest. She felt nervous expecting his reprimand.

But that didn't come. He remained silent. His hand moved to hers, grabbing the gamepad she was still holding. He pulled it away from her. The music and TV sound from the game suddenly stopped. Had he paused the game? Of course he did, he wouldn't want to lose the race they were playing. Amy watched as he, oddly calmed, sighed and left the gamepad on the coffee table. She followed his hand with her eyes, her own still clenched in front of her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry," Amy tried to excuse her behavior. "I didn't th-"

She couldn't finish her sentence as he moved to her, and his lips crashed on hers. That took Amy by surprise. She widened her eyes, astonished. Sheldon was kissing her, for real. The first time that he had initiated it and willingly kissed her! If she wasn't feeling his warm lips on hers at that moment, she would have thought she was dreaming. But it was real!

He had chosen to kiss her, instead of scolding her. Why?

He backed up slightly, breaking the kiss. He remained close to her, his warm breath on her mouth.

"Are you playing games with me, Amy?" He whispered, moving his eyes all over her face. His hand went to hold her chin so she couldn't turn her head away from him. His other hand gripped her waist. Amy felt trapped as his body surrounded hers, caging and trapping her, it was ...titillating.

"No. I-I just..." she stammered and gulped to relieve her dry mouth, "I just wanted to kiss you." She wanted to sound determined, but her voice sounded small and weak. His stare was imposing, and the ghost feeling of his lips on hers still overwhelmed her.

"You are so distracting Amy," his voice sounded cold and disturbed, "you are doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes accusingly, boring his stare into her widened eyes. His eyes on hers, that was distracting. And how did he dare accuse her like that? Was it that bad that a woman yearned for any contact from her boyfriend? He always made her feel bad about wanting him in any way. Even hand holding seemed off limits on a daily basis. She needed to stop that. She gathered the determination she needed to confront him. I won't hold back; I can do it!

"And if I did, what are you going to do about it?" Amy said, challenging. Sheldon's hand was still on her chin, holding her tightly. She couldn't move her head at all.

Sheldon's left eyebrow arched up. But instead of replying, he kissed her again. This time with more urge and pressing his lips on hers harder. He pulled her jaw and tilted his head to the side. His mouth opened, deepening the kiss, his tongue making his way into her mouth.

Their tongues made contact for the first time.

Amy trembled. She never had felt a sensation like this. Warm, wet and soft. Urgent and slow at the same time. She still couldn't believe he was kissing her, french kissing her to be precise. Sheldon stopped the kiss, gasping for air but immediately dove into her lips again. Amy welcomed him every time, still unsure of how to feel about his actions. She could swear he was angry, angry at her. How had he said it? Oh yes, distracting. He accused her of distracting him. But instead of scolding her, here he was, kissing her. Was this his way of admonishing her? If that was the case, she loved his ways. She should be more distracting in the future, to make him kiss her like that again.

"Would you..." she said between kisses. At this point, she was feeling bold enough to play more of her cards, "would you punish me for that?" There, I said it.

He stopped abruptly and looked at her shocked. He remained silent for a moment, staring deeply at her. She swore she could see his beautiful mind working on comprehending what she just said.

Maybe she crossed a line, again. Asking him if he would punish her? What was she thinking again?

Suddenly, when Amy was about to tell him she was just joking, and would try to take back her words, Sheldon pressed his jaw tightly and tensed his features.

"No," he said firmly, "not for now."

Amy felt his hand under her knee. He moved fast and before she could realize what was happening, she felt his hands lifting her.

"Ah!"

She didn't know how, but he had flipped her on the couch. She was laying down on his spot! Her butt was on it, her back on the armrest. His left hand caging her there, and his right still grabbing her under her knee.

"Last time, you liked my punishment a little too much," he said, "do you really think I didn't notice your moans when I spanked your rear?" He breathed heavily, closing his eyes for a moment, like he was remembering that exact event that had happened on her couch not long ago. "How you had trembled every time I hit your covered flesh?" Amy's eyes widened even more listening to him. "I should have spanked you harder as you suggested," he continued, "but I'm sure you would have loved it even more." He narrowed his eyes at her, his face getting near hers as he spoke. "And that would have been," he hesitated, "problematic," he added, "to say the least," he muttered. Amy had heard this last part. What did he mean by that? Problematic? Amy was confused and strangely turned on. He just recognized that he had been affected by her, right? That had to be what he meant.

"If you don't want to play video games..." Sheldon continued, adding a bit of annoyance to his voice, "then let's play another game." The last part made Amy shiver. What was he talking about? The way he looked at her was intimidating.

"You aren't interested in my games," he said miffed, "you made it very clear by not listening to my instructions, twice." He sounded irritated. Amy knew the fact that she hadn't listened to him when he required it, had upset him before. "But maybe we can play…one of your games, to save this preposterous game night."

"My...games?" Amy got confused with his statement.

"Yes, your games," he said challengingly.

"There's a game you always want me to play. Maybe it's a good moment to...try it," his gaze defied her as he continued. "That way, maybe later you will pay more attention to my instructions, am I wrong?"

He continued staring at her intensely. It was puzzling Amy more and more, but his gaze made her feel lightheaded. What game was he talking about? She didn't recall talking about any game with him, unless it was counterfactuals or another of their self-made games. Hers, she didn't remember any. And thinking straight while having Sheldon towering over her was proving to be quite difficult.

Sheldon seemed to notice her hesitation.

"Don't you remember? You were quite insistent for me to play at your games," Sheldon narrowed his eyes at her, "for a long time you have been insisting on me trying it, making it worse with your constant sexting and parading your bottom in front of me any time you could." He paused and Amy blinked surprised. Sexting? Amy didn't know what he was talking about. Parading her... bottom? That could be… Had he noticed when I bent down beside the TV? He was playing AND looking at my bottom?! Amy looked at him still confused. He was studying her face, his eyes darted between her lips and eyes. "You don't get it?" Sheldon probably saw her confused face, "let's see if I can make you remember." He reached to touch her face with his palm, his hand burned in her skin. Whatever warmth Amy felt before, wasn't anything compared with the sensation she had now.

"You insisted that I find some bases," he said, stroking her lower lip softly with his thumb, repeatedly. That made Amy shiver and exhale, opening her mouth slightly at his touch. "And if I want to win, I should cover them all." Amy was more confused. She wanted to ask him, but her voice wouldn't pass her throat. Her tongue accidentally brushed his finger as he stroked her lip. She could swear he caught his breath when he felt her wet tongue on him. He cleared his throat and quickly retrieved his hand from her face and slid it down to her neck and collarbone.

"But we covered first base already," his eyes darted to her chest, that was moving up and down quickly, along with her heavy breathing. "So, let's move to second base, shall we?"

"Second base?" Amy muttered, with a weak voice. Her brain was trying to register his words. Was he referring to what she thought? He wouldn't… right? Amy looked with widened eyes how his finger traced a path from her neck to her chest, her heart throbbing heavily under it. She held her breath as she now felt how his finger moved over her shirt and stopped at the buttons of her cardigan. Sheldon unbuttoned one of them slowly with one hand, then another, and with that, he started opening the upper part of her multiple layers. To Amy's surprise, he didn't stop there. Was he really talking about the bases of intimacy, and seriously trying to go for them? All this time Amy had tried to get him to make a move on her but he always seemed to ignore her, and make her feel like he didn't know what she was talking about! What changed now? And was he really going to do it? And do what exactly? Amy nervously wondered.

She felt the cold air of the room on her hot skin, as he opened her cardigan and her blouse, leaving her bra exposed. Amy's breath was getting more and more ragged. She was getting aroused seeing him so determined, but she also felt nervous and extremely shy now that she saw how he studied her chest with his curious gaze. She blinked nervously. What did he have in mind?

Whatever that was, Sheldon seemed to be entranced with his finger tracing the hem of Amy's bra, studying it. He hummed like he was pondering about his options. Suddenly, his eyes shifted from her chest to her eyes. Amy didn't dare to move, she felt paralyzed under his scrutiny. Nervous and excited at the same time. But she had so many doubts about what he would do next.

"That's what you wanted, right?"

Amy didn't answer, his finger was tickling her skin under her bra. She shifted her gaze to his finger; that kept moving over her covered breast, dangerously near her nipple. She shivered and noticed how shamelessly her body was reacting to his touch. Would he notice it?

"Mmm… that would be too easy," Sheldon said with a smug face, "how about we level up the game?" His hands went to grasp the hem of her skirt. "Maybe adding third base?" He pushed it up. Amy squealed surprised and with the motion pushed her hips up. She ended up having her skirt hunched on her waist and looked at him scandalized. Third base? Is he serious?

"Interesting..."

Amy was beyond nervous, but highly excited and more aroused than ever. She didn't know what he intended to do. He seemed extremely calm given his actions. It was Sheldon who had her pinned on the couch half nude! Sheldon Cooper! Her coitus-is-ridiculous-and-off-putting boyfriend! And there he was, openly looking at her panties now! That made Amy feel self-conscious. Not only about her body, that was a typical thing for her, but she also hadn't shaved her bikini line. Why do it? She always wore modest swimsuits and she didn't have a boyfriend who would look at her, or at any part of her, until that exact moment. This situation was highly improbable, even impossible, just a few minutes ago.

"How about we play with both?" He said, looking at her into the eye.

Both?

Suddenly, his hand went to her chest and lowered one of the cups of her bra. He gripped her breast softly but hardened the grasp immediately as he kissed her open-mouthed. Amy moaned into his mouth, her arousal peaking like a rollercoaster. He was groping her, kissing her. Amy couldn't believe it, but she was too busy feeling. Feeling all the sensations. His hand, his mouth, his tongue. Did she hear a tiny groan from him? She couldn't even think about that as she noticed his free hand made contact with her inner thighs as he started caressing them. His long fingers burned and tickled her skin, going up, making Amy moan inside his mouth. He deepened the kiss, urgently, and kept kneading her breast in circle motions using his finger to stimulate her nipple.

Amy broke the kiss making a loud moan when his fingers brushed her labia over her panties. She was pretty sure her underwear would feel damp down there. She could feel it, and she was sure he did too. Amy was expecting Sheldon to retrieve his hand disgusted. But it didn't happen, instead he stroked with more pressure, looking at her with a gaze Amy couldn't describe. He was so difficult to read, but he didn't seem disturbed.

"Is this more interesting than my video games?" He said, his face just a few inches of hers. Amy was trembling before him, every time he rubbed his finger over her she opened her mouth and exhaled. How could her nerves be so sensitive? More than when she stroked herself. And he was doing it over her underwear! How would that feel without any barrier!

"Sh-Shel-ahh..." Amy couldn't articulate any word. It was already too much for her. All this time dreaming of Sheldon performing some action on her, and now that was happening, it was all quite overwhelming. Wait, was Sheldon talking to her again?

"Amy," he spoke again, "I've said, and I don't want to repeat it again, will you pay more attention to my instructions when we play video games?"

"Ahh!" Amy reacted to his finger stroking her up and down again. He didn't stop squeezing her breast either. It was getting quite difficult for Amy, on top of that, to pay any attention to what he was saying. But she tried hard. "Shel-don, I...yes."

"Excellent. You will need to prove it later. But now..."

Sheldon stopped his actions, and Amy had to hold her breath, as he suddenly slipped his hand under her panties. In a quick motion, his fingers made contact with her wet and warm private parts. Her eyes rolled back from the sudden sensation there. She had to close them trying to process the intensity of that contact. There was some first hesitant sensation to his movements, as he was exploring the sense of touch with his fingers. Amy opened her eyes to see him, she couldn't believe that that was happening to her, with Sheldon of all people. She found him looking at her with such intensity, but also curiosity. Was he cataloging her reactions? As Amy moaned when he hit areas she never thought would be that sensitive, he seemed to understand and precisely moved his hand. His fingers were fast and meticulous. The fingers that had been dancing previously over the gamepad, now moved with such dexterity on her. His hands are magical! Amy was impressed. She never felt a sensation like this before. Not even with her own hands!

"Am I pushing the right buttons, Amy?"

"Oh-oh my God, yes." His movements were starting to get her there.

She started moving her hips towards his hand, the feeling was delicious but she needed more pressure, more contact.

"Good," Sheldon said with pride, "we are just warming up." The way he said that made Amy shiver against his hand. "Now, let's play."

In one motion, he pushed further and inserted a finger inside her. Amy gasped; she didn't expect that! He hadn't had any difficulties invading her space. Amy could sense how moist her parts were. He exhaled as he pushed further inside and retrieved the finger halfway out. He tried again going in, and slowly out again.

"Level One," he said as he started fingering her faster. He grunted. Was he aroused by his actions? Amy couldn't tell. He seemed calm and cold, but his face had a crimson blush all over. He was breathing faster, matching Amy's, as he kept his finger moving in and out of her.

"Easy, how about Level Two?" He inserted another finger inside her. Amy yelped at the invasion. She was just getting into the idea of Sheldon inserting a finger inside her and he already went ahead with another? Amy was losing her mind. She thought he said something to her, but she didn't hear him. She bucked her hips to him, searching for more pressure, she did it involuntarily. She then felt him make another motion and she suddenly felt fuller than before, she could even hear the little sounds of the friction of his fingers with her arousal. How many fingers were there?

"How is Level Three?" Sheldon asked. So there are three fingers, Amy thought trying to adjust to the idea of his long fingers inside her. While this was happening, Sheldon didn't stop stimulating her breasts, and he pinched her nipple in one of his motions.

"Ah, ahhh, Sheldon!" The intensity was starting to be too much for her to bear. She contracted her inner muscles and bucked her hips up matching his movements. She needed release, and she needed it now.

"Good Lord, Amy," He murmured something more, "so tight." Amy heard, or she thought she heard. Was he really saying that?

"L-let it go." He whispered near her ear. Along with his fingers, his thumb brushed and stroked her clit. A loud moan escaped Amy's lips, an electric sensation invaded her spine, and her mind went blank, overwhelmed by all the sensations happening in her body at the same time. She orgasmed. Loud and hard.

He kept moving his fingers into her until he seemed to notice her intensity falling, and her body relaxing below his. Amy exhaled, still riding her high and pulsing on his fingers.

Was this an alternative universe where her boyfriend, Sheldon Cooper, was making her orgasm?

Her thoughts about the surrealistic moment she had just experienced left her mind as his hands left her, from her breast and from her privates, pushing himself up to a kneeling position. Amy looked at him, with her eyes half open and tired. He was still breathing fast, and the red of his blush denoted that he had been affected, even if only slightly, by what had just happened. He seemed to be trying to compose himself. Their eyes met for a moment, but whatever emotion he was feeling, was washed from his face in a second.

"Are you done?" He said. "Excellent."

He then stood up, straightened his t-shirt with his not-full-of-Amy's-fluids hand, and like nothing had happened, he made a gesture to Amy to move from his spot.

"Move over." He instructed coldly.

Amy was astonished, she didn't move. But he was watching her expectantly. So, she tried to compose herself quickly and do what he instructed. She scooted over to her place, and let Sheldon sit down on his beloved spot, where he just made Amy touch the sky with his dexterous fingers.

He reached for the Rubik's cube tissue box at his left side, where he always had a bottle of Purell, and started cleaning his hands. Like nothing had happened between them. Amy blinked shocked, not believing what she was seeing. Something big had happened! Bigger than Amy's wildest possible expectations or fantasies. Amy had been dreaming about the day he would cuddle with her willingly, maybe give her a kiss! Instead he just fingered her until she orgasmed? Was she having hallucinations? If it wasn't for the tingling sensation she still had from her high, her semi-covered body, and her disheveled clothes and hair, she would think she had daydreamed it.

She quietly watched how he exhaustively cleaned his hands. He seemed nervous though. Amy had her hands covering her body while mixed feelings of shame, astonishment, and confusion flowed through her. He was flushed. Amy tried to study him from her spot. His face was red; he was even sweaty. Wasn't he turned on after what he did? That upset Amy. And what followed that, enraged her.

"Now that you will be less distracted, let's practice your Mario Kart skills." He looked at his hand from side to side and kept cleaning it exhaustively. "They are still disappointing." He made a side glance at her, quickly shifting his eyes from her, like he felt shy or ashamed somehow. "Cover yourself, and this time pay attention to the matter, would you?"

Amy was flabbergasted. That bastard! Was he really asking her to play video games like she just arrived? After all that just had happened? Not even a talk between them? Not even a 'How do you feel?' or a 'Did you like it?' or 'I love you and I wanted to touch you' or anything at all! Amy tried not to shout at him about how insensitive he was being at that moment. Did he only do what he did so she would pay more attention to his games? He said she was distracted. Was he assuming that her wanting to kiss him was distracting her gameplay?

"Would you, Amy?" Sheldon now looked at her directly, waiting for her to answer.

Would I? Amy made her mind quickly. He couldn't just touch her like he did and pretend nothing happened. She needed to do something. But could she be bold enough to do it? He clearly could, so why couldn't she?

"Of course, I would, Sheldon." She smirked devilishly. "How about I start with this controller?" And she boldly reached her hand between his legs.

"Amy!" Sheldon jumped startled. He released the tissue he had in his hands, clearly not expecting her move at all. "W-What are you doing?!"

To be continued…

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Remember this is based on a sketchy comic I did for my Spicy club patrons, I'll reshare next week the nsfw comic on my discord, to refresh your memory. All this chapter was part of the comic, so some of you knew what was going to happen, but I hope it was fun to read it in a fanfiction format. Can you believe the drawings are from November? It took me long to write this.

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