Special #2: Italy

Como, Italy; December 21

Sheldon and Amy walked hand in hand as they exited the quaint Tempio Voltiano—a museum dedicated to the unrivaled physicist, Alessandro Volta. Sheldon was excited mostly about seeing the first version of an electric battery invented by the scientist. Meanwhile, Amy lingered for the view of the romantic Lake Como wherein the museum sat along its shore. No doubt, she would've married Sheldon in this gorgeous place.

The other night's predicament had opened a lot of opportunities for Amy to share everything she was experiencing. But the thought of telling everything haunted her.

She'd be too tired to talk about herself. Even talking about that single issue she encountered proved to be a difficult task.

She became headstrong. Sheldon will hear everything that has been bothering her. But it'll be dispersed into the remaining days in their vacation. She trusted Sheldon more than anyone. And she knew that by doing that, she and her easily agitated husband wouldn't be overwhelmed by emotions. The only practical thing that she thought of.

Amy squeezed his hand fondly.

They crossed the street to a park lined with food stalls and tents to cater to the hungry visitors. She got a glimpse of the people trailing behind them, but a certain duo had caught her eye. Her sudden determination morphed into dread.

She was sure the 2 have been following them even inside the museum.

Amy racked her head to make sure. As they were looking at relics and reading placards, she would notice a few stares on their way. Amy would look back, and the 2 would just avert their eyes and act as though nothing happened. That occurred a handful of times, and each time she would just ignore them.

But it was clear to her that the action of these people was premeditated. Amy had to inform Sheldon quickly. "Someone's following us," she whispered calmly but tightened her hold on Sheldon's hand.

Sheldon's breathing became shallow and puffs of vapor came out of his mouth violently. "Oh my God, are you sure? Do you have a knife or something?" he rattled, trying his best not to do something rash that might get them in trouble.

"A knife? What do you think of me, an assassin?" she asked incredulously. She couldn't help but panic a little bit because of how Sheldon's acting. And the first thing he thought of was a knife? What fresh hell was happening

Fortunately, they were in an open space, there were people everywhere who could be witnesses. We should be in public places constantly.

She peeked again and, sure enough, they were still being followed. "There's 2 of them, Sheldon," she warned. Even though the number was fair, they don't know if those 2 had backups.

"Act cool." He squared his shoulders and a certain spring in his step emerged out of nowhere. "Italians eat more carbs than we do, Amy; they're stronger than us."

Amy ignored his ridiculous antics and kept her mind on the matter at hand. They approached one of the food stalls and ordered lunch. The amount of time they spent ordering had been pleasant if not for the fear that after they got their food, those people would still be following them.

They sat on one of the picnic tables, still acting cool within themselves. Then Amy couldn't take it anymore. Confrontation was not her strong suit, but she can try to be nice and ask them why they were stalking them.

"I'm going to talk to them," she said resolutely, shoving another spoonful of her food.

"Amy," Sheldon called in a panic. Amy didn't look back nor return his call. What the heck is she thinking? Sheldon freaked out. But then he realized that it would be for the best if they get to the bottom of it. In the meantime he clutched his phone, ready to call 112.

He watched with eagle eyes, each passing second was nerve-wracking. His teeth were chattering, along with his fingers numb. Why did he remove his gloves anyway? Oh, right, the second he dials the emergency number with a glove compared to his bare hands would be the deciding factor to Amy's survival.

Why was she smiling genuinely?! Those were strangers, for crying out loud! And now they were chuckling?! The veins on his head were popping out at how he clenched his jaw. This can't be good; Amy was bringing their stalkers towards their table, and Sheldon had no other option but to face the consequences of her action.

He breathed ruggedly when Amy approached with the 2 on her tail.

"Sheldon," she greeted him with a smile. All he did was stare blankly, pale in the face. "This is Stella." She moved to put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "And Leo." She gave the man a nod as she introduced them to Sheldon.

Sheldon just stilled. He didn't know what to do. Amy's introduction and their significance were lost on him. What was he supposed to do with Stella and Leo—if that's really their name?

Amy noticed the utter confusion on her husband's face. She rounded the table and hunched beside his face. "Their graduate students from Milan. They've been following our work in super asymmetry. They even watched the Nobel ceremony.

The blood vessels that had been constricting throughout his body relaxed. He stood up and reached over for a handshake, with a change in demeanor and a small smile on his face.

Amy and Sheldon watched as their new friends walked towards the direction of their car. Sheldon couldn't believe that they have people noticing them because of their Nobel. We have fans! he thought in amusement, even though Amy wouldn't really consider them their fans.

"How cool was that?" he said excitedly. His glimmer eyes and mouth wide in amusement had made Amy smile wider. Very different from his initial reaction.

"Pretty cool," she replied, nodding her head in acknowledgment.

Sheldon had his palm on his cheeks, mouth ajar. His dazed eyes roamed around the empty seats in front of him. This must have been what Raj and Howard felt when they formed that ridiculous band and met a fan.

Amy couldn't hide the grin that had been plastered on her face, either. They were nice kids. Both in their mid-20s, still a lot of things ahead of them. Stella's studying biostatistics, while Leo had been focusing on genomics. Clearly a couple. Now that she's not deprived from a lack of romantic relationship, she can sense if a duo has been seeing each other or at least have feelings for each other.

She looked back on their conversation. It was brief, only lasting for 20 minutes, but she and Sheldon had very much enjoyed their company. They were so eager to hear their study, spanning from its conception to the moment it was proven. When Amy mentioned that they came up with the idea at their wedding, she was certain that she saw Leo glimpsed at Stella lovingly. Where be it from the romantic nature of her story or probably Leo's intention to marry Stella, Amy didn't know.

Her husband still had that glassy, dazed look in his eyes. Amy leaned nearer and drew her hand on his thigh. "How do you think others perceive you when they meet you for the first time?" she asked.

"They see me as a talkative, no-nonsense robot/messiah from the future that would save them from an alien domination . . . or a possible dolphin takeover," Sheldon said mindlessly. A grin was still on his face as he looked beyond.

"What?" Amy asked incredulously. He's really caught up with his fans, huh?

He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Well, Penny said that once about the alien domination. I thought it would be applicable to a dolphin takeover, too." His then dilated pupils had reverted back to their normal size, as Amy noticed.

"How 'bout what you think?" she urged, squeezing his thigh gently.

"I talk fast," he said, rather proving his point. Sheldon smiled, embarrassed. "Maybe people see that as a sign of agitation or perhaps lack of interest."

Amy cocked her head. "But you also talk clearly for a person who's nervous or uninterested."

Sheldon agreed, "You're right. Maybe their initial thought is that I'm jittery, but then they hear my clear voice and perceive me as someone who's just excited to talk about something I am knowledgeable in."

"Exactly!" Amy celebrated. She was surprised that Sheldon's getting better at examining himself. There's no better way to understand others but understanding yourself. Maybe that's the reason he had been sympathetic with her since they got the Nobel.

"How about you?" Sheldon asked, lifting his leg over the bench to face Amy.

"Maybe people see me as someone who is critical, but when we'd have the conversation, they'll think: 'Wow, she's pleasant to talk to.'."

Sheldon hummed and nodded his head in thought. Amy certainly gave off that vibe whenever they met new people. But Sheldon would like to think that Amy being critical was rooted in her amazing listening skills. Not as sharp as his Vulcan hearing, but Amy listens intently and so far has managed to say the right things every time.

"But what did you think of me when we first met?" Amy asked teasingly. She never really got to hear Sheldon's side of this story.

"Initially, I was nervous, not because of you but because of the dirty sock." He laughed breathily; Amy's grin sustained.

"Then when we met, that's when I realized that the nerves were really coming from facing you."

"Really?" Amy was intrigued by all of these.

His eyes widened when he realized that they never got to talk about their first date. "Who wouldn't be? You said the word 'coitus' at our first meeting. If you only knew what was happening in the back of my mind," he gasped. On that day, he was nervous upon hearing the word. But if it would've been recently, he can't deny being aroused by the word that befell her lips.

She smiled a tight-lipped one, clearly apologetic. "I'm sorry about that."

Sheldon sighed. Maybe Amy thought that she put him under duress the first time they met. But his feelings then were no way near insanity. Did she not hear how much he found her and their conversation as pleasant?

Maybe he shouldn't have used pleasant; he was more than entertained with their conversation. He didn't know he'd still be entertained talking to Amy even though their conversations steer from science.

"What did you think of me?" he asked sheepishly.

"You're tall, rakishly good-looking, and very, very talkative, I might say," Amy teased, nudging him on his arm.

Sheldon furrowed his eyebrows. "You already judged my appearance on our first date?"

"To appease you, I did that to every man I had a date with, so you're no special."

"And what about being talkative?" He rested his elbow on the table and leaned his jaw on his palm.

Amy chuckled. "You were, you still are. You brought the conversation really, and it was the most interesting chat that I had so far."

"I would've guessed otherwise," he said smugly. "But admit it, Penny's the most talkative of the group."

Lugano, Switzerland; December 23

Walking about Piazza Riforma, clad with their thick coats and ridiculous hats, Amy roamed her eyes around the rows and rows of merchants with their various products.

There were Christmas-themed food—gingerbread, mulled wine, candied fruits, cookies. Some clothing and accessories for the winter. A Nativity scene and a Christmas tree in the middle of the piazza. Christmas lights surrounding every structure. It was a winter wonderland, and Amy never felt the Christmas spirit ever in her life before.

Although there were Christmas knick-knacks everywhere, there were also arts and crafts scattered about—candles, wooden toys, novelty items, patchworks. But one thing caught Amy's eyes: small figurines in abstract human forms.

You'll need a good eye to notice that these figurines are almost sexual in nature. It was unclear at first glance, but it'll tickle you once you realize what they were. There were no faces nor detailed extremities, but one would see the subtle indication of a sexual position.

"Hey," she called and tugged Sheldon's arm. She managed to suppress her giggles and smiled instead.

Sheldon hummed but kept his eyes on the mouth-watering assortments of cookies and pastries. Not even Amy can persuade him in front of sweets.

She drew her lips to his ear and whispered, "What's your favorite position?"

Sheldon leaned his lips down. "Why?" he said mindlessly, the question entered his ear and exited within seconds.

"There are figurines over there that may look like they were Kama Sutra positions," she said clearly. By that point, she had caught Sheldon's attention. Amy pointed at the stall with the rather suggestive figurines.

Sheldon observed the collection of figurines. Does Amy want me to buy some for her? He examined him seriously. She didn't seem very eager to buy it, but the question hanging seemed the thing she was most eager about.

He stared deep into her eyes. "Spooning," he said seriously.

Amy jerked her head in amusement. "Who would've thought you are a spoon guy?" she teased, poking his arm through the thickness of his coat.

He gazed at her incredulously. Of course, he liked spooning. That's the position where their bodies are literally molding each other. It would have been his sensual pick, but he still had another one that was worth mentioning. "And you on top."

He raised his eyebrows in anticipation. A coy smile formed on Amy's lips. She still had her eyes on the Kama Sutra figurines, but Sheldon knew she was finding the positions he mentioned.

Her eyes trailed back to his, only to observe how much they dilated. If this was the way to arouse his wife, he feared that an even simple acknowledgment would have her jumping on his arms.

"Hmm . . . How many times have we tried that?" she asked coyly, now wrapping both her hands on his right arm.

"Cowgirl: 3 times; spooning: 6 times," he answered straightly. Howard called it eye sex, and they were doing it in the middle of a plaza with people walking on both ways. He drew his face near and locked his lips on hers. He pulled quickly before they lose their dignity.

"Yours?" Sheldon stammered, looking back at the cookies to distract himself.

"Missionary." She tugged on his arm again.

Sheldon choked but redeemed himself with a clear of the throat. "Ah, classic," he whispered, reddened in the face.

If the arousal could only die down, it would be really helpful not to have a boner in public.

It would've been beneficial to bring a lot of books on this vacation. Sheldon never really expected that he'll be away from the comforts of their home until the end of December, and would be deprived of his collection of literature.

Tomorrow, they are on their way to Liechtenstein and Austria, and it had been years since he spoke German. Skimming through a copy of German Made Simple, he found in a family-owned bookshop in Como, his experience in Germany almost 25 years ago surged through.

Do they speak the same German? he pondered, reading through phrases to familiarize himself. Sheldon sighed after almost 10 minutes of reading. One can so much digest a foreign language. He had been struggling with Italian while in Northern Italy and Southern Switzerland, it should be no surprise if it did the same when they arrived at Liechtenstein.

He closed the manual and glanced worriedly at the bathroom door. The bedside clock told him that she was in there for at least 20 minutes. What had happened that prompted Amy to spend so much time in there?

Oh, exploring the Christmas market must have exhausted her, hence she needed a warm bath to soothe her muscles.

Sheldon decided to slip into the covers without waiting for Amy to return. The heat and weight of the comforter had effectively lulled him to sleep.

Light filtered into the room, and he squinted to find the source. Amy stood by the bathroom door, light streaming in as it delineated her body. Sheldon rubbed his eyes and turned on the night lamp.

What happened next made him question if he was dreaming. He never expected Amy to wear that gift he got her, after days of not having to launder their clothes. Her form was addictive, and Sheldon couldn't help but lick his lips in desire.

His heart pounded upon his chest, his muscles in deep tension, his face surely was flushed. Amy moved subtly as though she was posing for him.

Why did he buy those in the first place? Her bosoms were really highlighted by the black lace by the chest. It was shorter than he expected it, too—about 4 inches from her knees.

Her wavy hair was no help either. Ever since Amy had her hair cut short, the curls were becoming more prominent the shorter she goes. And all of it had an enchanting effect for Sheldon.

He pulled away the thick sheet as a way of inviting her. He pushed his body so his back was against the headboard.

Amy's eyes bulged out at Sheldon's blatant action. But what shocked her most was the faint erection tenting against his pants. If this simple act would've made him so aroused, then Amy should've bought even revealing lingerie than this. But then again, she wouldn't want the itchy, uncomfortable nature of this nightgown. She'd rather wear that knee-length gown she wore when they first made love.

Her feet had a mind of their own, and she was standing beside the bed, her right knee folded against the edge, revealing more skin.

It would be an understatement if Amy didn't say that Sheldon's stare was burning. They penetrated through her, making her feel things she didn't know she would.

He carried his hand and placed it under her rib. It took a lot of effort not to moan at his touch. He started caressing the fabric of the nightgown, passing through her waist, down to her hips, then to the exposed skin of her thigh.

Amy swallowed dryly. This was a different look in Sheldon's eyes. She had cataloged it already, and it didn't appear that she'd seen it before.

There were 2 sides to Sheldon when it comes to sex. The first one—and the most he'd been—is a sweet and sensual Sheldon that rendered her begging for more. Eventually, he would give it but not without Amy putting up a fight. The second one—rarely occurs but enough for her to notice—is an excited, sexed-up Sheldon that seemed too hungry for her. She liked it, especially when she knew it happens when she does something irresistible.

But his face was stern. Filled with lust and nothing else. He wasn't in a rush, by how his fingers softly graze against her skin. This is excited Sheldon, she figured, trembling from arousal.

It felt like she tumbled down when Sheldon pulled her by the waist and she landed on his crotch. She exhaled ruggedly when his member pressed on her core, and his lips didn't hesitate to suck on the delicate skin below her ear.

Her dulcet moans filled the room. Amy tried to find the word to describe their dalliance. It wasn't rough—Sheldon wasn't throwing her around and pulling on her limbs. It wasn't soft either. She felt his right hand grasped his left buttock, and his left hand cupped her breast. With a shallow exhale, she thought of the word: firm.

Sheldon hiked up her nightgown so he could have access to her ass. He groaned against her neck when he felt the thin, barely-there barrier from her nakedness.

A dilemma arose a few months ago when Amy was fitting the gown for their Nobel ceremony: the lines of her underwear were showing off through the gown. Luckily, there was an easy solution to that: thongs. Which she magically wore tonight to match her ensemble.

Panting heavily, his hand moved from his breast down to her center. There was no hesitation; her panties were pushed aside as Sheldon pressed a finger on her clit.

Amy arched her back, her breasts pushing onto his face. The combination of his fingers on her swollen nub, his hand kneading her butt, and his tongue lapping on her cleavage were enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm.

The sensations undulated rather quickly. She didn't have time to think about anything that she would do to reciprocate Sheldon's deed.

"Ahh!" she let out a high-pitched moan, convulsing on top of Sheldon. Spasms flooded through her with an addictive sense. Orgasm always has been her relief.

His mouth's ministrations didn't falter. It blindsided Amy from the fact that Sheldon had already chucked off his pants and underwear. His member was freed and their genitals rubbed against each other.

Amy gasped when she felt the tip of his shaft poking her wetness. She pulled away briefly from Sheldon's kisses. She grabbed it with her hand and positioned it laying against Sheldon's abdomen. She lifted her hips and centered its underside against her wet center.

Sheldon growled as she moved front and back, teasing him. One wrong move and he could be inside of her.

His eyes were fervent, pitch black and brimming with lust. Amy did one cycle of grinding back and forth, her last one she shifted the angle of her hips. With that, she pushed back and felt her warm core sheathed him in one smooth go. She gasped even though it was her intention after all. Doing this position made her so full, and every throb of Sheldon's member were felt against her walls

"Frak." She heard Sheldon whisper under his breath. She smiled with her eyes shut.

Maybe that's why Sheldon liked this position. She felt him push into her deeper than it would have been if he were on top.

She continued her rocking motion. She liked it more because the friction made by her clit grazing against his skin was enough to stimulate her

Sheldon pulled down the fabric holding her breasts in place, essentially her mounds spilling for his pleasure. He pulled her closer and his mouth locked on her sensitive nipple. All Amy could do was white-knuckle the headboard as Sheldon played with her breast and pounded into her, his fingers boring into the soft skin of her thigh.

He was coming, and she could feel it. Moans became louder. Breath staggered. Sweat forming on the middle of his chest, penetrating through his white shirt.

Her earlier orgasm made it hard for her to match his so she took care of Sheldon and tried her best to bring him to his orgasm.

He let go of pleasuring her breast and focused on pumping hard to reach his release. It gave Amy much time to nestle her face on his neck. One of the reasons she loves missionary was to have Sheldon's face as close to her as possible. Now that they had it reverse, she couldn't help but grab the opportunity to have him near.

Amy can hear Sheldon's unintelligible words in her ear. His chest expanded too quickly against her. Oh, how she loved this kind of sex—probably one of the firsts they'd have for the years to come.

With much effort, she grasped the hand that had been holding her thigh. She gave it a squeeze, and with that, Sheldon pushed up into her deeply, pulsating inside of her.

She clenched her walls to milk him dry. She never felt Sheldon tremble this violently. Amy had to hold against his arms, and he had to hold her waist so that she wouldn't fall off the bed.

Amy mewled when she felt that Sheldon's orgasm was the beginning of her own. She couldn't know for sure if he'd be hard enough so she could finish her but there's no harm in trying.

"I'm close," she whispered, breathless.

She pushed herself by his chest and started riding him. The ever gentleman, he'd help her carry her body and met all of her actions.

The sounds of their body joining together drowned Amy's ears. She persisted, biting her lower lip and keeping her eyes tightly shut. She bucked and came above him, her cries filling the room as her walls clenched uncontrollably. Sensations flowed through her veins as the orgasm overtook her. It numbed her, sending tingles on her fingers and toes, to her nipples and clit.

Unbeknownst to Amy, Sheldon had a second wave of sensations that flooded over him. He didn't ejaculate this time but the feeling was akin to orgasm, every body part was in deep tension. His hips bucked into her one last time, meeting her thrust.

Oh, Lord! Sheldon thought, very much distraught and disoriented due to their dalliance. Amy orgasmed, he mused after the indication of her thigh squeezing his hips persisted. But he did, too, which was very unusual. Did he ever have 2 orgasms in a row? He didn't think so, this must be an anomaly.

Amy fell on top of his spent body. She was equally limp and sore from riding him to oblivion.

Sheldon cursed the clothes that had stuck to their bodies. The damp fabric was suffocating enough, sticking to his body, add it with Amy laying on top of him. That's why he always insisted on being naked while making love.

With everything he could muster, he grabbed the hem of his white shirt and quickly discarded them. Now he felt liberated and cool. He can feel Amy's breasts grazed against his sweaty chest. He squinted his eyes and saw that her bosoms had been spilling out of her nightgown for quite a long time. That must have been uncomfortable.

He quickly reached for the hem of her nightgown and worked it through her spent body, ultimately freeing them from any barriers.

It suddenly dawned on him the lust and emotions involved in their activity. Sheldon caressed her butt, couldn't help but notice how he was still inside of her and her walls erratically clamping on his shaft.

He felt the presence of another fabric touching against the base of his limp shaft. Through her backside, he reached over where their bodies connected and groaned again after knowing that Amy had been wearing her thongs all this time. He gave another push of his hips to let her know how much he enjoyed that.

"Are you ready to admit how much you love riding me?" he whispered with a shaky breath.

"Later," she replied weakly. Then she raised her head with all her might and added. "We'll have to employ the missionary later. My brain's too muddled to decide, you'll have to give it to me from above."

Sheldon growled and tightened his muscles. He'd like to think he's superhuman. But as much as he'd like to prove the cowgirl's superiority over the missionary, the energy had waned and he'd thought it'll take him hours to regain it all.

"Later," he said with a kiss on her head, still undecided. In reality, he'd rather take the loss just to be able to rest for the entirety of the night.

Happy New Year! Hope that this year is better than the last!