Posting a little early for my Europe People! Hello from across the pond!
Things are warming up with our favorite couple, folks! Only a couple more chapters in our tale, but I hope you like the heat up!
This is rated M for sure, folks!
Amy
After dinner, and three episodes of some Science Fiction program that seemed just as confusing as Babylon 5, Sheldon and Amy retired to their bedrooms. Amy had been yawning all night, and was hoping to get a good night's sleep, but just as she was about to drift off, she heard a familiar laptop alert.
She fumbled for her glasses, pulled her blanket to her chest and answered the call, "Sheldon? Why are you calling? I'm just in the next room."
For some reason, he was wearing his Spock ears reason. "It's Thursday."
"Yes... I know that. That's why I cooked spaghetti and hot dogs for you."
"I know... delicious by the way, but I mean... it's our...Thursday." He raised his brow similar to how Amy had done earlier when she talked him into holding hands during television shows. He frowned and said, "Are you wearing your uniform under that blanket?"
"Sheldon... I didn't put it on." After she had worn it on the first day, she had hung up, not expecting to wear it until Halloween. Then it finally clicked what he was asking. "Do you want to do one of our sessions?" Amy had thought that he would cancel the sessions as they were now living together however temporarily. Her exhaustion instantly disappeared. An entire pot of coffee could not have woken her up any quicker.
"I don't like our schedule disrupted." Sheldon was obviously determined, and she shuddered at his resolve.
"Um... I need a minute." She tossed off her covers, jumped out of bed, pulled off her nightgown, and threw it into the corner. Standing naked in front of the closet, she donned the uniform, not bothering with zipper, boots and tights. Jumping back into bed she turned back to the screen and noticed a stunned expression.
"Ready." She said proudly.
Sheldon seemed to have a little trouble breathing. He said quietly "I can see that."
"Oh god!" Amy realized he had seen her through the camera. "Um... ignore that part. It'll ruin the moment."
"Hardly, though the lack of boots might." His voice changed to his commanding tone, "Not Star fleet Regulation, Ensign."
Amy purred into the camera, "Well, I was never formally trained on the correct way to wear my uniform. Should it be it like this?" She pulled at the sleeve on her dress revealing her bare shoulder. Sheldon said nothing, his eyes just stared at her and she wondered if she had broken him, but then realized that her screen had frozen.
His face came back to life and then, "Star Fleet...Uniform Code... Dress... Code... legs... Romulan... Delta Quadrant.
"What? I don't understand? Can you repeat that?" The whole screen jumped and then started again in high speed. Between his voice over the computer and what she could hear through the walls, Amy couldn't understand a word.
"Roaming over delta what?"
Sheldon yelled through the walls, "I said, Star Fleet uniform code states all officers need to be in full dress, per code 428. Up to and including leg covering. Unless you want to have a Romulan worm slither up your leg and be sent to the Delta Quadrant for reassignment!"
This is ridiculous. Amy had enough of this miscommunication. She had been beyond thrilled to find that he wanted to continue with the sessions, and was not happy with the current situation. She jumped out of bed and went to Sheldon's room, and without thinking, flung open the door.
Sheldon was in his bed, with his laptop open on top of his blanket He swallowed when he saw her at his door.
"What! I can't understand you because the broadband link keeps breaking up and I am not tapping it all out in Morse code." Her initial frustration disappeared as she swallowed in sudden shyness, realizing she was at Sheldon's door.
Then she started to giggle at the sight of them both, wearing costumes. "Don't you think it's kinda of silly to do this over the internet when we are on the either side of the wall?"
Sheldon
As the door was flung open, Sheldon looked up in shock. His normal Vulcan hearing seemed to have failed him as he looked at Amy. Her was hair mussed from being in bed, and she was glorious in the red Star Fleet uniform, that covered -what he now knew were the naked curves of her very female body. He knew he should have turned away as she dressed in front of her lap top screen, but the hero always peeks, and Spock was a hero after all.
As he stared at her, he felt a sudden shift in his body, almost as if the tectonic plates of the Raymond Fault had moved again.
With difficulty, he dragged his eyes away from the vision in red. Turning to the computer screen in an effort to reorient himself, he smiled and then laughed at what was displayed on there. "Your expression looks as if you had stepped on a wet squirrel."
"What?"
He turned his lap top around and showed her the screen. Her face was blurred and one eye drooped with her mouth wide open. She ran over and slammed the lid shut, before returning to the door.
Sheldon nervously gazed at Amy standing there now looking uncertainly at him. He swallowed again in an effort to regain his voice. "The internet reception must be overloaded with people at home because of the Stay in Place order."
"Must be."
Sheldon's normally razor-sharp mind seemed to have gone on holiday as he stared at her in the door way. He grasped at a recent memory; she had come into his room. Girls weren't allowed in his room without permission. He should scold her, take her over his lap and spank her. But the thought of having her over his lap sent another pang through his body that and couldn't be ignored. Never had he felt the need to touch and be touched so strong as he did at that moment.
"I should ... um." Amy turned to go back to her room.
"Amy, wait"
"Yes?" She turned back around and looked at him expectantly.
"Don't go. Please. Stay." He tapped on his bed. "I guess we could have a different fantasy tonight."
He saw Amy take a deep breath as she moved to the bed and sitting on the side, she turned to face him. "Ok. How do we do this? " Amy asked, with a hint of confusion. She was allowing him to lead this night
Sheldon didn't recognize his own voice, husky and low with a strange yearning. "We can describe things to each other. Like how we would touch each other." He inched over so she would have more room.
Sheldon had scheduled date night kisses. He scheduled intimacy and physical release. He timed their discussions and games. Everything he did to keep order. He had established expectations. However, with her presence on his bed, her creamy thigh peeking through the slit in her short skirt, her messy hair, and haunting eyes, all of it distracted him. He didn't know what he would be able to do, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but what he did know for certain was that he didn't want her to leave. He'd watch Babylon 5 with director commentary just to have Amy inch closer to him.
Amy shivered as if cold, he needed to come up with something. Then his brilliant mind thought up the perfect scenario. He said in a sultry voice, "There is an episode of the Original Series, The Enemy Within. Sulu and a landing party are trapped on a planet due to a transporter malfunction and the temperature gets down to -120 degrees."
"Fahrenheit or Celsius." Amy innocently asked.
"They didn't say." Sheldon was breathless at her question. "But it's rather cold and the phasers used to heat the rock are frozen out. Too cold to be out without a proper uniform." He hesitated and then pulled his blanket back, silently inviting her to join him. Taking a deep breath she slid in and lay down on her side facing him. Though she did not touch him, the feeling of her heat next to him was electrifying.
"We might need to huddle together for warmth." He pulled off her glasses and placed them on the side table.
"Really touch? Or... Just talk about it." Her hands were curled to her chest as if to avoid touching him.
He was so close to her now, he could feel her breath on his neck as he whispered in her ear. "I think we need to be as realistic as possible." He pulled her closer.
He felt her small hands on his chest, her fingers slightly gripping the fabric of his uniform as she hesitantly said "We should expect the Enterprise to beam up any time now."
The warmth of her seemed to spread throughout his body and he shuddered saying, "I need a moment."
He took a few shaky breaths, then wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he held her to his body and he said. ""We should expect the Enterprise to beam us up any time now. Until then, we should stay as close as possible. And do whatever we must to stay warm."
She moved her hands down his chest to his stomach. "They might take a while, given the broken...beaming thing..."
He felt her leg rub against his and he suddenly realized that she would now know he was not wearing any pants. She rose off his chest in surprise. In panic he blurted out, "I had a grape juice stain on the pants. I can't wear a soiled uniform."
"Star Fleet uniform code 438, right?" Amy joked as she wrapped her smooth leg around his. He pulled back, surprised by her action and in an attempt to explain what was becoming painfully obvious. He said, "Um... right. Sorry about that. Vulcan's aren't used to the cold. It must be affecting me. I am unable to practice Kolinahr. Unable to control my impulses."
"Well we will have to find a way to heat you up." Amy ran her hand down his stomach to the edge of his uniform top. Her hand glanced over the top of his hard penis. He whimpered out. She stopped and looked up to Sheldon. "Orders, sir?"
"Engage." He threw his head back into his pillow.
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Amy
Amy reached down and touched him; only enough of a glancing feel to get used to the size of him. It was just like velvet steel. She heard his breath hitch as she used her two hands to circle his girth. He bucked at her touch, and then moved his hips in time with her strokes.
She had often wondered what Sheldon looked like when they had their sessions. Then all she could hear would be his commanding voice, which would then drop octaves as he moaned in pleasure. A sound that seemed wired to her core. But now all her senses were engaged, as she watched and felt his reaction to her touch. She had never experienced anything so erotic.
As his breath quickened, so did her strokes and she imagined him inside her. Then she felt his body quake as he called out her name. Burying her face in his neck, she breathed in his delicious scent and collapsed onto him.
As his breathing returned to normal she rose off his chest to sit up and made a move to leave his bed but he stopped her.
"Where are you going?" Sitting up with his back to the headboard. he reached over to the side table, picked up some wet wipes and cleaned himself off.
Amy put her glasses back on. She could finally see his face clearly; flushed, his hair tossed and one of his ears was hanging askew. He still had on his blue uniform top and a quizzical expression on his face.
"Back to my room."
Sheldon protested, "The session isn't over."
"Oh, Sheldon. I'm fine." Amy waved it off, but Sheldon's dark pupils and haunting glare told her he had other ideas.
"A woman who says she is fine is lyin'" His accent thickened like gravy as he slid back down on the bed, and lying on his side he lifted the blanket again silently inviting her to join him. Amy popped onto the bed quicker than a starship goes to warp, as Sheldon would say.
"You know. That episode, season 1 episode 6 featured Yeoman Rand. Rodenberry described her as 'very female, disturbingly so...'She had a lot of moxie. Just like you." He sighed out and said a nostalgic voice. "A Moxiful Yeoman."
"A-M-Y." She laughed at the acronym as she lay down facing him. "I guess you are going to get me to like Science Fiction one way or another.
He put his fingers on her temple and cheek which confused Amy. "I am initiating a mind-meld. My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts..." He hummed for a moment, and then said, "Now I understand your hesitation."
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Ensign...the temperature has dropped and we must keep warm regardless of how against protocol this is." He moved his hand from her face and stroked her arm, then up again to her neck and grasped her collar. "Body heat is the only way to stave off this bitter cold." He tugged at her loose dress.
Amy pulled off her dress and threw it against the wall, forgetting she was still wearing her glasses which went with the uniform. Sheldon calmly removed his shirt and pulled her next to his naked warm body. He described the cold so well, she felt herself shiver, as if she were truly trapped on some alien planet, grasping for life and the only source of heat was the warmth of his body.
Keeping in character, he whispered "You need to listen to your Commanding officer, Ensign." as he gently traced his fingers over her hardened nipples. His hand moved from her breasts and caressed her stomach. Then gliding like silk his hand slid between her thighs. "I need to find the warmest spot on you." She whimpered, overwhelmed by his touch, her role play forgotten.
His fingers rubbed and circled her as if he knew exactly how to excite her, stimulate her. Amy quivered at his touch. Every stroke sent ripples through her body. He teased her, he commanded, then after a brief reward, he started again. When she buckled he held her down and made her take it, he controlled her orgasm, her desire. Every last loud orgasmic scream he commanded. He was the commander after all.
Amy collapsed from the third and final orgasm of the night, "And I thought I had a command of the nervous system."
Sheldon let out a husky laugh, and said, "Years of video games... I mean... Tricorder dials. Now you know how important it is to keep your training up on vital equipment." Sheldon kissed her forehead and said softly , "You know, if we watch Star Wars tomorrow, I bet we can come up with something compelling for next week."
"Aye... aye, sir." Amy folded into him, smiling as sleep overtook her.
If you can, check out the Google doodle for today. It's of Benoit Mandlebrot. Check out the Mandlebrot Fractal. I will reference in the next chapter. ( I guess I am assigning homework? LOL)
Its amazing how much this story is coming true in real life. I wrote this months ago!
I hope you liked the chapter!