Chapter Twenty-Four: Bliss on the White Mountains
Sheldon was roused to the sensation of something pressing on his back, particularly near his shoulder blades. He reached for his phone and saw the time. It struck at 11 p.m.
He was obliged to watch Goonies because, apparently, it was Amy's movie birthday tradition since she was 5. Halfway through the film, everybody had passed out in weariness on the couch. Frank cuddling Sunny in his arms and Dee slouching over his shoulder, draping her arm across his chest. On the other side of the couch, Sheldon's head slipped down to Amy's chest as her head was tilted against the backrest.
They were all awoken by Hero's dispensable prodding and nudging, only to witness the white, tiny text against the black plain of the credits rolling on the screen. It was safe to say that Amy's movie tradition was fractured by a day of skiing down the mountains and the warm orange light of the living room that made all of them so sleepy.
A pair of arms wrapped around his waist as he tried to remember the events leading up to this. After the movie, they slipped into their respective rooms. The day's activity took a toll on his body, and within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he fell into a deep slumber. That was three hours ago; very unusual for his sleep schedule.
He can now perceive the warmth on his back, ebbing and flowing as it penetrated into his flannel top. Amy. Removing her arms from his waist, Sheldon turned around and watched as her face contorted at the distraction, only to return back to sleep.
"Amy," he whispered. "Happy Birthday."
A small smile formed on his face as he faced Amy. He studied her often when talking to her, but observing her face as she slept had put a new meaning to Amy's presence.
He shuffled nearer, his nose almost touching hers. "I love you, Amy," Sheldon breathed, giving her lips a quick peck before watching her again.
Amy groaned. "Hmm . . . Love you, too."
Sheldon chuckled at the preposterous aspiration. It was true that he wished Amy said that to him. Who wouldn't want to hear those sweet, meaningful words from someone? And hearing it from Amy, as she slept, made his heart flutter. But he knew the gravity of Amy's affection toward him, rending those three words irrelevant. Amy's enough. He realized that it was not a big deal, however hard it was to swallow. He realized that time and time again, not everything he wants gets granted. And he's fine with it. He believed in Amy's action and her actions alone.
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Sheldon grabbed and nestled her head on the crook of his neck, caressing her hair gently. He grazed his lips on her head repeatedly until he felt Amy's hand rubbing on his waist. In her half-asleep state, Amy drew her hand on his chest, stroking his sternum slowly.
Befuddled, Sheldon pulled his head away to peek at Amy. Her eyes were closed but a smile formed on her lips as she continued rubbing his chest. At this moment, Sheldon was aware of his wife's state of sleep, or lack thereof. He smiled, kissed her forehead, and cradled her back to his neck.
Not long after snuggling her, Sheldon felt something warm and wet on his neck. It became apparent that Amy had been necking him since the beginning. Her kisses became fervid but still light, brushing against his skin.
He just let Amy be; she might doze off later soon. But his assumptions were proved wrong when, gently, Amy used her whole body to push him on his back, half of her body on top of his. Still dissatisfied, Amy crawled into him as she enveloped her leg to the other side on his thigh, eventually lying upon him.
She stared at Sheldon who seemed undisturbed about her actions and outlined his features. Amy drew her lips closer and sealed a kiss on his lips.
"We've been playing all these days," she grunted between their kisses. "Hmm . . . how about we run to the last base?"
Sheldon pulled away in shock, staring closely at Amy. "Amy, are you sure?" His heart started beating rapidly.
Suddenly, Amy sidetracked, "What time is it?"
Confused, he looked at his phone and then back to her. "It's a few minutes after 11."
Amy grinned. "Well, technically, it's still my birthday." Her voice deepened as she raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"It is." His voice hitched when he felt Amy moving her hips on his groin. He didn't plan anything to happen that night. He's not appalled, either. One thing he learned about staying in New Hampshire, however ludicrous it was to admit, was that something happens without even the intention of it happening. The case was proved by the numerous times Amy hadn't told him about her plans, which in turn made him prepare for the worst.
"I bought a box of condoms and lubricant," he blurted out. Like this incident, he prepared for the worst—or better yet, he prepared for whatever captivating act was about to befall.
"Really? Where did you get it?"
"When we were having breakfast in Concord. I used an excuse so that I could buy it at the pharmacy across the street," his voice was riddled with slight embarrassment.
Without even waiting for Amy to respond, he slowly slipped her off his body. Amy didn't need to be ordered twice. She knew what this was; it was too soon. However the duration of their friendship was and how it took 4 months after their marriage before they became this intimate, some things just need time before they happen.
Sheldon stood up and opened the closet to retrieve something. Maybe he wanted to sleep in the living room and decided to get his change of clothes for the morning. Maybe this was his way to conveniently tell her that she should go out now and return to her room. She pushed the covers in disappointment, her pure intention was to get out there before everything goes downhill.
But Sheldon returned as soon as she was about to wear her slippers.
"Stay," he announced, returning back to the bed as he gently put something on the nightstand.
"Amy, I'm scared to death." Sheldon leaned his head on the headboard, a look of fright in his eyes. "What if my performance is subpar? What if it's not enough? What if it's too much? What if I hurt you?"
"I am afraid, too," Amy revealed as she switched on the nightlight on her side. "But everything is better with you, Sheldon." A nervous chuckle came out of her mouth as she faced him.
Sheldon shuffled in his seat and gazed at her. "Are you sure?"
"I'll answer that with a confession," she said with a hint of slyness. She sat innocently on his lap again, searching for his eyes. Amy wanted Sheldon to listen to what she's about to say. "Remember that night when you got angry with me after overhearing me say I love you to my brother?"
He sighed in defeat. "However humiliating it was, I do remember my rash accusations. It was brutal, Amy."
"Well, I left to meet with Frank and Sunny and we talked about that incident." She put her hands on his shoulders. "I went home and that thing happened…" The warm light casting a shadow on the right side of her face, enabling Sheldon to witness her cheeks blush. "After much time wiping you off, I didn't know at that time if you heard me or knew what happened next, but I leaned near your ear—" Amy's leaned her body onto his, drawing her mouth to his ear, "—and said, 'I love you, Sheldon.'"
A dull thud rang through the room. Sheldon groaned and rubbed his head gently as he accidentally hit the wooden headboard. Alarmed, Amy let out a gasp, clapped her palm on her mouth, before quickly rubbing his head. "Are you okay?" she asked in pure fright.
Instead of answering Amy's worries, only one thing stuck to his memory. "You did?" he sought in his innocent voice. Amy said it. She said it. And she was the first one. If he could curse at the ringing in his ears and the rush of oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine, and eventually, and serotonin, which probably was the main culprit for his inhibitions lessening, hindering him from hearing those sweet words.
Relieved, Amy let out a sigh. "Yes, I said it. The morning after that, you said it back to me. But every time you would say it again, it seemed like you never knew that I said it first," she revealed. "In all honesty, I also didn't know if I meant that Sheldon. I was also high from your pleasure, you know." Remorse was in her voice. It was her way of apologizing about the uncertainty of her admission of affection to Sheldon. She was not herself, too, deeming that statement less genuine.
Sheldon stared at a distance, lightly caressing the cloth covering Amy's waist, his lower lip protruding ever so slightly as he was in his deep thoughts. Nodding his head resolutely, he declared. "I'll take it."
She blinked her eyes in shock. "What?"
"I said, I'll take it. That counts."
"No, it doesn't," Amy said as she furrowed her eyebrows and hunched her back, her hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest.
"Yes, it does!" Sheldon syllabicated as he waved his finger like a conductor. Without forethought, he poked a finger on Amy's side, garnering a jerk and another gasp.
"Sheldon!" Amy chided, slapping his chest a bit harshly and pushing away his strong hands. "Sheldon, stop it!" A burst of laughter echoed through the room as Sheldon continued tickling and poking her waist. "Sheldon!" Wide-eyed, Amy tried to get away from him, but Sheldon splayed his legs so it was hard for her to stand up without getting tickled more.
"Sheldoooon!"
"Shh, be quiet! You'll disturb people," he said, laughing as his tickling made Amy contort as he'd never seen before.
Deciding to stop, Sheldon neared his mouth on her neck and feigned a bite. Instead, he kept his lips in and gnawed on her neck without teeth. Amy giggled again, this time, calming down as her neck wasn't as ticklish as her waist.
Sheldon held her arms as he continued nibbling on her neck. The tempo had changed now. Instead of faked bites, nibbles and kisses assaulted her neck. Instead of giggles, moans and groans started filling out the room.
From her neck, Sheldon traveled up to her lips, exchanging a heated kiss. He let his body fall down onto the mattress, their lips still locked together.
Amy started feeling that hard organ prodding against her bottom. With her arms held together on her body, all she could do was run her palms against the cotton of Sheldon's pajama top. She started sluggishly moving her hips forward and back, his manhood chafing against her panties.
Cradling her neck and lower back, Sheldon switched their positions. He towered over her, leering at his ravishing wife. Amy's palm on his cheek returned him back to his reality, finally flashing another coy smile that made her heart swell.
Amy began undressing him. Unbuttoning his pajama tops, she ran her finger underneath all the layers. Scouring through her memories, she had never seen Sheldon naked. Well, that one time, he was naked on the waist down, sweaty and out of breath. But she'd never seen him buck-naked, all in his glory. In fact, she had never once gloated upon his deceivingly sinewy torso.
"When did you get this ripped?" she said in shock, running both her hands across his collarbones, down to his chest, and smoothening his stomach.
Sheldon was taken aback by the unusual statement. "I exercised," he said haughtily, even furrowing his forehead.
She sniggered. "No, you didn't."
What?! Is she laughing at me? "Yes, I did. I went on a walking spree in Pasadena every day. You should've touched my calves; they're more ripped!"
Once Sheldon's bare torso exhibited before her, his fingers deftly unbuttoned her nightgown. This time, she blindly reached for her shorter yet modest nightgown from her luggage, making Sheldon's life easier now.
Her hold on him never wavered. As Sheldon occupied her neck and her chest, her hands slid further and further to his waistband, loosening the string. She pushed her hand inside his pajama pants, hearing Sheldon groan deeply as she rubbed him through his briefs.
Sheldon couldn't take it once Amy slipped the last barrier and started pumping him slowly. He kisses descended to the opening made by his persistent unbuttoning. He sucked her breast rabidly, rendering Amy's hold on his manhood loose.
Internally, he giggled at how that simple movement could throw her off track. She seemed very persistent on pleasuring him, but Sheldon's more persistent.
He grabbed the hem of her short nightgown, pulling up and off of her. Like last night's tryst, her hands were positioned at the top of her head, not putting it down immediately. He smiled when Amy smiled. Having a better source of light, it accentuated all the features he could all but touch and have a glimpse of last night. Now that he can see her clearly, he didn't think of going back.
Sheldon stooped down, blowing warm air on Amy's flesh, garnering a low moan. He might have taken so long on pleasing Amy's breasts that she started pushing his head down.
"Foreplay makes everything better," he whispered as he looked at her from above. The knowledge of that came to him instinctively, and of course, he'd heard enough from the guys that encouraged him to research this matter further.
Amy held his cheeks, muttering in agony, "Please." She did so as she pressed her breast on his skin.
He grinned thoughtfully. "Not yet. You need to orgasm first. Men finish faster than women, and I don't want to leave you hanging."
Sheldon slowly pulled open her legs. It was like opening a gift but the gift is not for him, it's for Amy. He bent down and kissed Amy's thighs, sucking on them. He can hear Amy's shallow breaths and low grumble. He kissed her over her panties, her wetness created a dark patch on its center. He pulled it down slowly as he stared at her over her abdomen, Amy's eyes closed and mouth ajar.
He would trade everything just to witness this moment. Amy had been an integral part of his somewhat chaotic life, a catalyst in Sheldon Cooper studies. What he would do just to be with this woman.
Amy held onto his hair. She couldn't help but look at Sheldon but he was occupied with his fingers. Amy couldn't help but get worried about her appearance. Sheldon had been fond of superheroes and with that, comic book heroines have hourglass-shaped bodies, flat stomach, large breasts, flawlessly skin. She only had one of those, sure her cup size might be up for the running but she couldn't match that with Wonder Woman!
Suddenly, she felt a jolt in her organ. She arched her back before looking down, Sheldon on his stomach as he kissed her womanhood. Oh God, she hasn't had a proper wax since early November, and who knows what Sheldon would interpret out of the thin hair on her apex.
The act was abrupt as Sheldon sat on his thighs and gently rubbed his fingers on her clit, drawing circles, flicking lightly, making her scream.
Like yesterday, her orgasm seemed to favor Sheldon, as though his touch automatically triggered something in her.
Amy cried in pleasure as her grip on the sheets was jarring. Unlike last night, the absence of Sheldon's warm body against her as she released deemed somewhat disappointing. She liked it when Sheldon pressed his body on her every chance they could get. The detachment quickly dissipated as he hugged her tightly as she finished, making it all better.
The warmth disappeared as she followed the blurry silhouette of the man she promised her life with. Sheldon left the room. Leaving the door open, Amy became conscious enough about her bare body out in the world when she felt a thin sheet covering her all.
Sheldon must have covered me with the blanket. She caressed her abdomen on top of the blanket, filling in the hole Sheldon has left.
He came back in his plaid robe. The sound of the door closing, the latch locking, followed a soft thud.
Amy couldn't see clearly without her glasses, but the light from the lamp revealed Sheldon's flesh, plain raw and unobscured. He climbed into the bed, pulling down her covers and planking on top of her, supported by his forearms.
He was nervous from the very beginning, but that quickly dissipated when Amy beamed at him. He pushed his cheek on her palms, wishing they could be in this situation for hours and hours.
Amy's leered at him for a long time. "I need you, Sheldon." As she ran her hand on his abdomen, a certain feeling caught her attention. Something elastic wrapped around his member. She pumped him once, eliciting a soft moan.
He flashed a nervous smile, sighing softly. "Amy, are you certain?" She nodded in resolute, still keeping her unfaltering gaze.
Sheldon pushed up on his knees and grabbed a bottle from the nightstand. Now that's what he was fussing about, Amy soon realized when she turned her head and saw a box of condoms on the nightstand, and in his hands a nondescript white bottle with a transparent sky blue cap. Indeed, Sheldon was a man of his words.
She kept her eyes shut on the remainder of the minute. She couldn't tell why. Maybe from the nerves, maybe from embarrassment, maybe she's just sleepy. She felt something cold teasing her opening, followed by Sheldon's warmth. His stare was piercing her soul, filled with passion and love, but uncertain was present.
"I love you, Amy," he declared overhead. Amy opened her eyes and held his cheek. She pulled him closer and her tongue invaded his mouth, muffled groans being produced.
They've come a long way. From acquaintances to friends back to acquaintances back to being friends. The sudden jump from friendship to engagement was astonishing, even more so when less than a month of engagement turned into marriage. The idea of being with someone intimately was a terrifying act for Sheldon. But Amy seemed to be an exception to that.
This was never her wish from the very beginning. Amy had shunned every thought of being with a man. Her defense was always: Science is more important than a boyfriend or a husband. It turned out, a lot of things can be as important as her passion for science. First, once she'd matured enough, her family was important, especially her brother. Other family members came in and they were important, too. The advent of Sheldon seemed untimely, but he proved to be a significant person in her life, worth to be treated like one of her worthwhile and meaningful experiments.
Sheldon retreated from the kiss, only to nestle his head on her neck. "I love you, Amy," he whispered. Goosebumps started forming on her neck and arms when Sheldon whispered.
Slowly and slowly, the tip of his manhood penetrated her opening. Sheldon pulled his head away from her neck to see her face. Oh, Amy, he thought as he witnessed her with her eyes tightly shut. He ran a hand on her cheek, his soft lips reassuring her.
Sheldon slid in slowly, thankful for the mixture of lubricant and Amy's juices, only halfway in. He halted as he felt Amy's hands pushing lightly against his abdomen, indicating him to rest for a while.
He admired Amy's face. No wincing, which was a relief. Although, her breathing was heavy and her hold on his shoulders could cut into his skin. Sheldon matched her with his shallow breath, trying his best to support his body and not succumb to the pleasure of being halfway inside of Amy.
"Amy?" he breathed, even saying her name was challenging in this situation.
"Hmm…" Amy grumbled as she arched her back.
Sheldon sought her expression, but Amy continued on closing her eyes. "Are you okay? Why aren't you reacting?"
"I'm trying to stay relaxed," she responded, bit by bit attempting to be in the moment and not panic.
Still on thin ice, reluctance embodied itself as he gazed at Amy painfully. "Am I hurting you?"
Finally, Amy flashed her jade-colored eyes, heavily and lazily moving across his face. She cupped his cheeks. "No," she breathed, giving Sheldon a timid yet reassuring smile. "But it feels odd. Slowly, please."
"I will."
It started slow, sluggish thrusting as Amy's deep breaths blew into his neck. Both started to find their rhythm. When to stop, to continue? How will the other react if I do this? crossed their minds as Sheldon settled with the deep but slow drive eliciting a moan from Amy.
With the wave of emotions and pleasure, they fell into profound intoxication, incognizant about the time they spent together. Seconds, minutes, hours later—who knows?—they succumbed to a release they never had in their lives. Sheldon's grunts were matched by Amy's dulcet moans bouncing off the salvaged wood of the cabin walls.
Breathing both erratic, Sheldon almost dropped his spent and sweaty body onto Amy. With his slightly trembling arms and legs, he tried to keep his body steady, Amy's caresses brought him back his strength to carry on. He couldn't think of anything but how majestic and beautiful Amy was as they molded together.
Shoot, he cursed himself at his ignorance. Did Amy finish?
Alarmed as Sheldon suddenly cursed, Amy cupped his cheeks and brought it to face her. "Why? What's the matter?" she asked as she stared beneath, trying to look him in the eye.
"Nothing…" he answered in a hitched breath, his inhalations more erratic. He couldn't hide the panic in his eyes as different emotions hit him in different angles
"No, it's not nothing," Amy insinuated. Suddenly, another incident happened. An incident she's well aware of. Those quiet sniffles, doubling by the second. Droplets on her flesh, dripping at an alarming rate. She knew what was happening. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not…" Sheldon defended. He quickly composed himself, halting his sobs once he got a hold of himself. Keeping his position inside and on top of Amy turned difficult as the seconds went by.
"I've seen you cried more than the times we had sex, Sheldon," she said softly in an innocent and unselfish tone.
"We've only made love this once!" he wailed. Sheldon almost burst into tears again but held it back as he soon realized that there's no point in defending himself. Every time he did, his emotions just surge and he's on the brink of distress again.
"And you've cried four times now." Scouring her memory for those moments, Amy recalled, "Right now, that Monday morning in Hanover, this morning by the creek, and that time you and Frank talked."
Finally, Sheldon let her shift his head so he's looking at her. What he saw was something remarkable, something he didn't assume to happen. Amy's eyes were bloodshot, red-rimmed on the edges. Her nose a tinge of carmine, too. His heart melted when he saw her tear-stained face, shooting a bullet of guilt into his chest. "You're crying, too?" Sheldon said in a bit of a panic, his previous muscle ache dissipating. Motioning to remove himself from Amy and maybe get her a glass of water and run her a hot bath, she locked him in with her legs, drawing his face to hers and landed a soft, meaningful kiss.
"I did," she whispered, sniffing the remnants of her tears and continued, "and I'm so grateful to be with you Sheldon."
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