The Work-Life Balance Disruption

Chapter 27

Reservations

His eyes were nearly black as he stared her down. "Biting your lip has the same effect," he muttered. His hand moved from her hip to her face. Amy tilted her head up, ready to meet his descending lips.

"Please, Amy," he mumbled against her lips almost desperately, "stop me."

She didn't.


Their lips crashed against each other and Amy almost fell back against the bookshelf behind her if it weren't for his hands holding her close. She clawed at him, her hands grasping everything within her reach; his hair, his neck, his shoulders.

Amy moaned into his mouth; their tongues meeting between their opened lips. He licked the inside of her lips, of her mouth. His tongue kept brushing against hers; over and over and over. Amy was lost in the sensations of finally kissing him again. It had only been a few days, but it felt like an eternity.

His hands were tugging on her skirt, lifting it higher and higher till it was bunched around her waist. She pulled away from him, breathing deeply. The excitement of their location and just being with Doctor Sheldon Cooper again made her reckless. He was wasting no time in moving his hand under the waistband of her tights and into her panties.

Amy shakily moved her feet apart, granting him easier access.

"Can you be quiet, Amy?" he whispered darkly, halting just before he reached a part of her that she knew had to be drenched with wetness.

Amy bit her lip again and nodded slightly.

His hand moved lower and Amy knew immediately that she lied before. She was whimpering already, and he had barely touched her. Someone gasped loudly, it could have been her or him, or the both of them.

"Christ," he exhaled softly. His fingers moved over her, exploring and determined. His fingers brushed her clit and Amy mewled pathetically.

His other hand covered her mouth quickly and Amy exhaled shakily through her nose. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning. "We're in a library, Miss Fowler," he reprimanded, his fingers caressing her harder now. Amy groaned against his palm.

"Sssh," he shushed, but his fingers played her like a fiddle. He had gotten to know her body by now and knew exactly how to turn her into a moaning and whimpering mess in his arms. Amy kept on breathing shallowly, her moans silenced by his hand on her mouth.

His fingers moved inside her and Amy felt herself reaching an orgasm fast. She moaned against his palm, and Sheldon was looking at her with an intensity that burned within her stomach, his pupils blown wide, his breath rapid.

Amy moaned involuntarily, trying to keep as quiet as possible but it was difficult with the way he was making her feel.

"Are you close?" he whispered and removed his hand from her mouth. Amy nodded, biting her lips to keep from moaning. His hand took hold of her right hand and brought it to the bulge at the front of his pants. Amy grasped his hard penis through the fabric.

He groaned softly, and let his head fall into her neck. He was panting in her ear now as well, his fingers touching that spot inside her that made her see stars. Amy wasn't really able to do much with her hand just fondling him over his pants, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Sheldon," she breathed out, the tingles in her belly reaching a breaking point. She felt her muscles clamping down on his fingers inside her. She was almost there.

His mouth covered hers quickly, silencing her cries as she convulsed in his arms. The waves of euphoria crashed through her, rhythmic and pulsing. Amy moaned in his mouth, shuddering in his arms.

She breathed through her nose, coming down from her high slowly. Sheldon was looking at her with a fire in his eyes, his cheeks ruddy and his breathing laboured.

"I'll never get tired of watching you come, Amy," he muttered, there was a twinkle in his eyes.

Amy blushed and looked down shyly. He couldn't say things like that. It made her heart flutter.

Sheldon grasped her wrist again, and pulled her hand against his privates. He pushed his hips into her hand, and raised his eyebrows at her. Amy bit her lip and grasped him through his pants.

Sheldon pulled back from her slightly and unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. He pulled her face closer to his and kissed her mouth heatedly. "Will you be a good girl help me get rid of this?" he murmured in her mouth.

Amy nodded slightly, and enveloped his member in her trembling hand.

She held his gaze as she moved her hand up and down. He felt hot and pulsing in her hand. He was breathing shallowly and his eyes looked through her once more. Bending forward towards her, his lips grazed her earlobe. Amy shuddered at the sensation.

"Are you willing to practice your oral skills some more, Miss Fowler?" he whispered in her ear.

Amy's grip on his dick in her hand faltered, and she inhaled sharply. Sheldon pulled back from her neck, and raised his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Amy gaped at him. Was he seriously suggesting she get down on her knees right here in the library?

"You showed great potential, Amy," he muttered, his fingers softly caressing her cheek, "it would be shame to let that go to waste now, wouldn't it?"

Amy swallowed thickly. His thumb brushed over her mouth, prying her lips open. Amy squeezed his erect penis in her hand. She was blushing fully again.

"The last time was at least worth an 8 of 10," he whispered hotly, "let's see if we can get that upped to a 9. You'll get extra credit for swallowing, I promise."

Amy felt a thrill go through her. She really shouldn't, but it was kind of exciting, doing that in a public place like this. Besides, it seemed he had taken her to some secluded corner of the library as well. This didn't seem like a place a lot of people would go to, especially this late at night.

And what would happen if she kept up with her current manual ministrations? Where would the ehm… stuff end up?

She could just as easily swallow it down, she figured.

She looked at him again, licking her lips in anticipation. His eyes followed her movements. His hand had moved from her face to her shoulder, and he pressed down on it, bringing her to her knees in front of him.

He grasped her face, and pulled her head closer towards him. Amy inhaled sharply through her nose as he pushed himself into her opened mouth. He barely suppressed the groan coming from his throat, while Amy wetted him with her tongue and lips, bobbing her head up and down.

She had gotten better at this, she thought, strangely proud of herself.

She gripped him with her hand again, tightly this time, and pumped him simultaneously as she moved her mouth around him. Sheldon had gripped her head, his fingers moving through her hair, holding onto her as he carefully pushed inside her. His breathing was deep and stilted. Amy kept on sucking softly, working the skin around him with her hand and taking him in deeper with each pull.

Amy blinked up at him, and felt arousal course through her veins again when she saw the heated look in his eyes.

She moaned softly around him, and his grip on her hair increased. She could feel the pulsations under her fingers increase. Sheldon was panting deeply, his groans getting more out of control with each suction motion she made around his member.

"Amy," he mumbled with a sense of urgency in his voice, "I'm gonna come…"

Amy was glad he had warned her in advance, but almost pulled back automatically when he came in her mouth. He held her head close to him, while the shots of cum filled her mouth. She gagged slightly and heard him groan deeply.

He let go of her head, and pulled away from her. Amy quickly swallowed down the mouthful of lukewarm saltiness. With the back of her hand, she cleaned the corners of her mouth from residual saliva and some of his semen. She caught his eye and licked her hand clean, hoping to look seductive. Wasn't this what people did it porn?

Sheldon narrowed his eyes at her. His chest was still heaving from the things she had just done to him. "Don't do that, Amy," he muttered, while he pulled up his underwear over his softening penis and fastened his pants. He pulled her up by her hands and pushed her against the bookshelf behind her.

"If you do that, it makes me want to take back my earlier promise to give you time, and bring you home to make you mine instead," he whispered heatedly in her ear. Amy's heart palpitated.

"Okay," she whispered back.

Sheldon pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Were you serious about needing help with your paper?" he muttered in her ear, his hands were moving in circles on her hips.

"Y-yes," Amy mumbled, his hands were now caressing the skin of her lower back. "Every time I see any equation I keep thinking back to that afternoon in Leonard's lab…"

He groaned in her ear. "I'll send you a bibliography to use, but I really can't help you in any other way… I can't keep my hands of you, Amy," he whispered, "please just avoid me for the next week because seeing you come apart under my fingers and then sucking me off like it's your job… it's driving me crazy knowing I can't really have you."

Amy felt a liquid heat spread through her entire body at his admissions.

He pulled back from the side of her face and looked in her eyes. "Don't come looking for me the next couple of days, I beg you," he muttered and kissed her lips again.

Amy nodded hesitantly. She didn't want him to leave, but deep down knew it was better for the both of them if they kept their distance now. This whole ordeal in the library just now was not what was supposed to happen.

She watched him walk away from her and her mind was even more of a mess then it had been the days before.


The next day, Amy had decided to stay home from her lab to finish her paper. Any passing grade would do now, she figured.

Doctor Cooper had kept true to his word and sent her a list of articles to read – some even by the authors she mentioned to him the day before. He had basically fed her the information she needed to write a good paper; he had even written out which chapters to read from which book of the list. It would surely help her pass his class, and she felt kind of bad that she had such an advantage over her other classmates.

She had just prepared a cup of coffee when her phone buzzed. Figuring it was probably her group chat with the girls again, she grabbed her phone intending to silence it for the remainder of the day. But it wasn't her group chat that had a notification.

10:38 AM
From: Dr Cooper
I forgot to grade you yesterday, Ms Fowler.

Her stomach constricted deliciously. He was still distracting her from her work now.

She grinned, and tried to think of a witty reply, when her phone buzzed in her hand with an incoming call. Her mother.

The delicious feeling in her stomach was quickly replaced with a sense of dread.

"Hello, Mom," she answered, thinking it was probably best to get this over with.

"Amy," her mother started. "I was expecting to hear from you, but since you apparently feel too good to call me yourself, I'll just call you instead."

"I've been busy, Mom," Amy said, tiredly. "The semester is ending, and I have to finish a lot of work before tomorrow."

"Oh," her mother said, taken aback. "Well, I'm glad to see you've been focussing on your work instead of those friends of yours."

"Thanks," Amy said drily. There was an awkward silence between the two of them.

"Why are you calling, Mom?" she asked eventually, after a couple of seconds of silence.

Her mother cleared her throat uncomfortably. "I may have reacted rashly when I called you last Sunday," she said, and Amy blinked in shock.

"Your father mentioned to me that that Doctor Cooper was able to help him out with a problem he had been having at work and was asking for him to join us for dinner some time. I figured you would want to come as well," her mother continued.

Amy tried to make sense of what her mother was saying.

That was a whole lot of information to process, and it made no sense to her.

"What do you mean, Dad has problems at work?" she asked, afraid to know the answer.

Her mother made a noncommittal noise. "It's not really important, it was an administrative issue of sorts. It seems that this Doctor Cooper is not only a physicist, but also a notary public," her mother sounded impressed.

This was new information to Amy, and the entire conversation still didn't make any sense to her.

"I thought you wanted me to stop whatever I was doing?" she snapped, suddenly angry at her mother's inconsistent behaviour. "Wasn't he too old for me?"

Her mother halted.

"Well, I can't say I was happy to see you that chummy with a man who is clearly much older than you," her mother said, "but he has proven to be quite helpful to your father, and you really can't miss the fact that he has been trying to get in my good graces as well by doing so. I think it's only fair I give him a second chance, despite the things he said to me at Aunt Flora's funeral."

Amy had the feeling she didn't know what was happening anymore.

"Right," she said, confused as ever.

"So," her mother seemed keen to wrap things up, apparently really uncomfortable with admitting she overreacted, "can I trust you'll let me know when he'll be available? I'm sure we can arrange something before Christmas."

"Sure," Amy repeated, clueless as ever.

"That's settled then," her mother said with a tone of finality, "now, get back to your studies. I'm not paying that tuition for nothing, you know."

Amy sat at her table, staring into space.

She was still trying to process this sudden twist when her phone buzzed again. She unlocked her screen.

11:14 AM
From: Dr Cooper
I'm afraid to inform you that even with the extra credit, you did not meet my expectations yesterday.

She raised her eyebrows. What was he playing at? This was not leaving her alone to make up her mind. This was provoking her into flirting, and he was almost succeeding.

It wasn't as if she hadn't made up her mind already.

But this conversation with her mother turned the whole thing around. Her mother just called to inform her that she had changed her mind and even asked her to bring him to dinner?

Her mind was a mess. He had been in touch with her father. Helping him out with a problem she didn't even know about. How had this happened? And why hadn't he told her? Obviously they had had a conversation after the funeral, but Amy hadn't expected this.

It made her wonder what else she didn't know.

If he was talking to her parents behind her back, what else was he keeping from her?


Amy had muted his messages, deciding that his distractions would only confuse her even more.

Amy finished her paper around nine o'clock in the evening, and felt antsy from being inside all day. Bernadette and Penny were quick to meet her for drinks at the Cheesecake Factory.

"So…" Penny started suggestively, while pouring her a generous amount of wine, "will you able to give an explanation for Sheldon's sudden happy mood?"

Bernadette's eyes sparkled as she looked at Amy. "Oooohh!" she cooed. "Did something happen? I thought you were working on your paper all day yesterday and today as well?"

Amy blushed and took a rather big sip of wine.

"I was," she murmured. "I ran into him at the university last night."

Penny smirked and Bernadette squealed. Amy drank some more.

"And let me guess," Penny said, her smile suggestive, "you've changed your mind about putting a stop to this?"

Amy's mind flashed back to the things they had done in the library. His hand covering her mouth to keep her moans from being heard, his other hand bringing her to climax quickly… She herself on her knees, his intense gaze looking down at her as she pleasured him with her mouth…

She blushed and averted her gaze.

Bernadette smacked her arm. "Amy! I know this face, you had the same look about you when he came over and.. you know."

"I don't know!" Penny quickly interjected, leaning forward. "Tell us! You ran into him, and…?"

"We actually had a talk after class on Monday," Amy shrugged. "He didn't want to put a stop to this thing between us, and I told me I should make up my mind. And yesterday we just ran into each other at the university."

Penny raised her eyebrows. "And?"

"And…" Amy started, blushing like she never did, lowering her voice and talking into her glass of wine, "…and I gave him a blowjob in the library."

Penny guffawed, and Bernadette squealed again.

"Well, well, Amy," Penny said, grinning at her. "If that is your way of 'putting a stop to it', I'm almost afraid to know what you'll do when you actually go for it."

Amy emptied her glass in quick gulps. Her cheeks were about the same colour as the wine she just downed, she presumed. Bernadette and Penny were laughing and giving her knowing looks.

"I already knew this would be happening, Ames," Bernadette said, and Amy blinked at the nickname she had never used before. "There is a certain attraction between the two of you, that's just undeniable."

Amy shrugged, and gratefully accepted a new glass of wine from Penny.

"The library, you say?" Penny asked.

Amy nodded.

"Let me guess, the palaeontology section?"

Amy blinked at her. How did she know? She felt the blood drain from her face. Was that his go-to move with all the women he was involved with?

"Oh, hahaha!" Bernadette laughed. "What a classic move. You should just be glad you were the only ones there."

Amy looked between the both of them. "What you mean?" she asked, hesitant.

"Oh, it's a just a popular make-out spot, that's all," Penny said, waving her hand dismissively. "Leonard and I have done some stuff there as well, but I never went down on my knees for him there. That does explain Sheldon's good mood, though."

Amy sighed in relief.

"And, now what's going to happen between the two of you?" Bernadette asked, "Did you hand in your paper yet?"

Amy nodded. She had decided to just get it over with and uploaded her paper after revising it once more during dinner. She had left for the Cheesecake Factory immediately afterwards.

"I uploaded it to the server tonight," Amy nodded. "I don't really know what will happen between the two of us, to be honest."

She had already told them more than she had planned. Should she tell them about the stuff her mother had said? She needed more information, and actually just wanted him to come to her and tell her about these hidden contacts he had with her parents. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? Not after all the things that had happened between them.

"Hm," Penny hummed, filling Amy's glass again. "He hasn't corrected it yet? Leonard's always talking about how insanely fast Sheldon is."

Amy's heart made a little jump. He was really fast. The last time she had handed in a paper, he had graded it within a couple of hours. She moved around to grab her bag, and pulled out her phone.

She pulled up the muted text chain, and saw that he had texted her. Multiple times.

2:31 PM
From: Dr Cooper
You're more than welcome to practice your skills some more. As long as it's with me.

She swallowed thickly, her arousal building already.

9:06 PM
From: Dr Cooper
You're able to upload your paper, but unable to answer my texts? I'm disappointed, Ms Fowler.

10:21 PM
From: Dr Cooper
I'll be planning a meeting with you this Monday. Your provisional grade will be posted on Monday morning, as I explained in the last class.

Amy's stomach bottomed out. He had only wanted to meet with the students who either failed or needed some clarifications.

Amy really couldn't have done any better than she had.

With trembling hands, she texted him back.

10:46 PM
To: Dr Cooper
To discuss my work? Could you at least tell me if I passed of failed?

He had been waiting on her, she saw that he was typing almost immediately.

10:47 PM
From: Dr Cooper
We have matters to discuss, yes. And since you've proven to be evasive from time to time, I'd rather we make an appointment that you can't get out of.

Amy was blushing again.

He had some nerve, calling her out, while he was the one who was keeping secrets from her. She was pissed off all of a sudden, and started to type furiously.

10:48 PM
To: Dr Cooper
Will you be using that appointment to explain to me why you've been talking to my parents behind my back?

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She could see that he was typing again. She was almost afraid of his reaction. Suddenly, he stopped typing and her phone buzzed with his incoming call instead.

"Yes?" she answered, trying to sound as confident as possible, although her hand was shaking.

"I don't think this is a conversation we should be having by text," he said. "My Uber will be here in 15 minutes. I trust you'll still be up when I arrive at yours?"

To be continued