Hi, lovely readers!
I need to take a moment to thank you again. The last chapter got so many reviews, it blew me away, haha! Thanks to everyone for taking the time to leave me some nice words! You're the best! :) And also, it was so much fun to write married Shamy. They're so cute!
Now, we have probably one of the most satisfying moments in the whole series. I think it aired almost exactly five years ago and as always with such wonderful scenes I'm pretty nervous to add anything. Don't mess with perfection, right? ;) But I just couldn't help myself, so here it is...
9x10: "Kiss her you brilliant fool!"
The feeling he had was comparable to the satisfaction of him sitting at home in his spot with a comic book and a cup of tea in his hands. Or him solving a mind-boggling equation that he had been sitting on for years. Or maybe it was rather like that moment of coming to an agreement after Amy and him had been extensively haggling back and forth.
Amy's lips opened a little bit more and Sheldon immediately responded in kind. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her close. His heart hammered so fast, he could feel it reverberating from Amy's chest. Or was that Amy's thumping heartbeat? It was the feeling of pure joy and relief that they were kissing again.
And he was wrong. This wasn't comparable to anything else he ever felt before.
He couldn't let go. Didn't want to lose touch. Didn't want to lose this feeling that he was so drunk on right now.
Love. Oh, so much love. He never thought he'd be able to love another human being this much.
He had never hugged Amy like that before. Never this long and never this tight. So that they were touching from head to toe. Even though he had learned to enjoy her hugs, he had never allowed it to happen for longer than a few seconds, afraid of the effect it could have on him.
But now he was craving her touch. Her small, soft body entangled with his; he almost couldn't breathe. The smell of books and dandruff shampoo all around him, making him feel like he could pass out any minute from excessively inhaling her scent.
They had never kissed like that, either. Not with their mouths open and inviting. Not this deeply. Longingly. Passionately.
Sheldon never wanted to taste anything else on his lips but her. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her, hands wandering up and down her back and shoulders. Never again he wanted to let go. Never again he wanted to stop kissing.
What an upheaval! That's not like you at all, Sheldon's inner voice wondered bemused, but it got silenced immediately and he didn't mind one bit.
Amy's kisses grew slower now. Her hands that had been running all over his neck and shoulders, encircling him to keep him close, came to his front, holding on tightly as she seemed to sway on her feet. Sheldon could tell this kiss was coming to an end and he desperately drew her in once more.
Can't lose her no more. Can't let her go.
Sheldon had no idea how long they have been standing here already. It didn't seem that long to him. The months of him being apart from her… that was long! Unbearably so. But now he'd won her back. Amy was his once again and forever.
Her fingers enclosed the fabric of his shirt by the front. Her other hand held onto his shoulder, pulling back.
With heavy breaths they parted. But Sheldon was right there, cupping her face, letting the silky tresses of her hair run through his fingers and kissing her all over again. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her upright because she was clinging to him as if her legs were made of jelly.
Sheldon didn't mind. He would hold her forever. And yes, he realized how cheesy that sounded, but he couldn't help himself.
All the way over here to her apartment he had been running. Knowing somehow that it was vital to get to her as fast as possible. As if he couldn't live one more second without her. And he didn't care that it was sappily romantic. He didn't care that what came out of his mouth when she opened the door was utterly silly and over the top touchy-feely and so not like him.
Because the moment he saw her, he knew that she was all he ever wanted. And he would do absolutely everything to get her back.
So he kissed her and he melted into her like honey into milk. And when he wanted to leave, she grabbed him once more and they collided, fused together and never to be parted again.
Finally now, one lingering kiss followed the other. But they were getting shorter. Sheldon was out of breath at last and his heart seemed to want to explode. Sweet, loving pecks. Feather-light touches.
Then it was over.
Her breath against his face. She was equally spent. But she was happy. Her cheeks were glowing and her eyes sparkled like two emerald diamonds.
She stared into his eyes and he in hers. Sheldon's lips were still warm and tingly. He became aware that he was still holding tightly onto her and she was shaking. Sheldon acted quickly as he realized what his best course of action would be now. "Do you…" he cleared his throat, because he could only whisper. "Do you want to sit down?"
A brilliant smile grew on Amy's face. "Yes. Please."
He didn't let go of her hand as she was leading him to the sofa where Amy and her former date most certainly sat on just a few moments before.
Wait, where is that guy anyway?
Sheldon's question got pushed back and was forgotten once they settled down close to each other. Her hands in his upon their knees, thumbs stroking over the knuckles of her fingers.
There was another indefinite period of time where they just sat there, looking at each other with a smile on their faces so wide that it hurt. There was simply nothing that needed to be said. Not immediately after this prolonged reuniting kiss. They were just basking in the afterglow.
Eventually, after Amy smiled just a little bit brighter, Sheldon squeezed her hands and whispered, "I can't believe I have you back."
Amy bowed her head down shyly. "I can't believe it, either."
"I love you."
Sheldon stared at her in surprise when those three words left her lips at the same time as they were tumbling out of his mouth. They smiled and chuckled bashfully. Amy blushed. Sheldon was sure he did, too. And because he could not think of anything else, he carefully leaned in again and Amy met him halfway.
They were kissing on her couch. His left hand on her thigh, his right around her waist. Her hands were holding onto his shoulders, pulling him in. It struck Sheldon, suddenly, that this was exactly the position of their last kiss… the last one before they broke up. Months ago.
He pulled back quickly, blinking at her. Amy's brows wrinkled together with worry. "Are you alright?"
Sheldon blinked some more, making sure that he wasn't suddenly stuck back in the past. "Yes." he said then, focusing on her. "Amy… I... I need to tell you that I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused y-"
"No, don't." she interrupted him softly. "It's okay."
"It's not. I've hurt you." Sheldon insisted. "I've been inconsiderate of your feelings, but, Amy... I promise I will do better."
He had taken her hands again, squeezing them tightly. Amy pressed her trembling lips together and smiled. "I know you will." she said. "But I have to apologize, too. I kept my feelings in for too long and when I finally let them out, I overreacted and pushed away the best thing I had in my life. Forgive me for that."
"Of course." Sheldon answered immediately, touching her cheek when Amy wasn't meeting his eyes anymore. "Just… please... don't leave me again."
He knew how vulnerable he sounded, but that didn't matter. He could be honest around her. There was no one else in the world he trusted more. And she was worth the risk of getting hurt. She was worth everything.
Once more Sheldon's senses were overwhelmed by that calming, familiar smell of books and shampoo as Amy hugged him fiercely. "I won't leave you." she whispered earnestly. "I promise to tell you when I get upset so we can talk it through. This won't happen again."
Sheldon held her tight, pressing his nose against her hair and squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't stop the tears that secretly slipped out and dripped onto her blouse. Amy was here in his arms and she was going to stay. He would make sure of that. "I promise to be a good boyfriend." he pledged to her, his voice unusually shaky and small. "I promise to show you how much you mean to me."
Her fingers sifted through his hair and she cradled him to her. "Sheldon." she breathed out lovingly and it was his name on her lips that reassured him more than anything else.
She still loves me.
They stayed on that couch for hours. Just talking. Drinking tea. Hugging and sometimes kissing. Telling each other how the last months really have been for them. It was getting very late much too quickly. When Amy got up to put their empty tea mugs into the sink it came as a shock to Sheldon. It was almost midnight now and she seemed to want to conclude the evening.
However, she did return to him once more, yawning and curling herself up under his arm like a cat. Sheldon held onto her. There suddenly was a strange feeling inside of him. A very prominent fear of losing her. Of realizing that all of this was merely a fantasy and that he would wake up at home and all alone.
"It's getting late." Amy said just then, cocking her head up from where it was resting against his chest. "Do you want me to drive you home?"
"No!" Sheldon exclaimed before Amy could even fully finish her question. Her head rose from him and she viewed him with her eyebrows raised. Sheldon's throat was suddenly very dry and he shyly evaded her questioning gaze. "I… I'm not ready t-to… leave you yet. I don't want this to end."
With a kind smile, she caressed his cheek. "It won't. I'll still be your girlfriend tomorrow."
"Regardless." Sheldon stated firmly. "I don't want to leave you tonight."
Amy gulped, staring at him with wide eyes. "W-What are you suggesting then?"
Sheldon thought about this for a moment, then he nodded. "I'm suggesting a sleepover. Like we did that one time in our fort, remember?"
"Of course." Amy smiled reminiscing.
"I'll be sleeping on the couch and you'll have the bed, of course. I'm still a Texan gentleman, you know."
Amy giggled a bit. "Thank you. That sounds perfectly reasonable."
They arranged Sheldon's sleeping quarters and Amy showed him the spare toothbrush and the extra shirt she still kept for him. They performed their nightly ablutions in quiet togetherness and even kissed goodnight before Sheldon returned to the living room and under the covers of Amy-smelling blankets.
However, this was exactly what kept him awake. He was comfortably wrapped up in the faint echo of Amy's scent, but that surprisingly didn't aid his sleep, it made him miss her.
Logically, he knew that Amy was just in the next room and she had forgiven him and taken him back. But out here alone in her living room, his heart was lonely.
Screw this, I've missed her long enough, he decided all of a sudden. He had longed to have her close, to kiss her and hold her for the past half year and now... he needed to see her. Needed to feel her to know that she was his again. How much ones perspective of a physical relationship can change once it is out of reach, Sheldon wondered as he tiptoed over to her bedroom and carefully pushed the door open.
She was fast asleep on the left side of the bed with a big smile on her face. Embraced by her warm, cuddly blankets she just looked too precious to turn away. Sheldon acted without thinking, which might have been a first for him, but he didn't care. Amy was calling him. Like she did for the past few days with that persistent earworm.
He walked around the bed, carefully lowering himself onto it and pulling Amy's quilt, he had brought from the sofa, over him. He didn't dare to get under the covers with her. Not yet. Sheldon swallowed as he realized that the thought of sharing their warmth beneath the blankets wasn't at all as repellent as it once had been. He willed himself not to think further right now and scooted closer to Amy. One trembling arm wrapped around her midsection and his head nuzzled into the warmness of her hair. He exhaled in relief.
Yes, this feels right...
Next to Amy was his home; the place where he belonged. And the feeling of love for her swelled even more and he never ever wanted to lose it again.
There was a soft sigh and suddenly Amy stirred. "Sheldon?" she whispered sleepily.
"Shh." he hushed against her ear. "Go back to sleep, darlin'."
She did and Sheldon immediately fell asleep right next to her.
After a kiss like that I just couldn't imagine that Sheldon would leave her that night. :) I hope I could add some sweetness without venturing too far out of character, but honestly, as I was reading through it again, I got the feeling that I went hopelessly overboard with this, haha!
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