Surprise! This little ficlet is the result of wine and a dirty prompt. Expect no plot, just smut.
The Work-Life Balance Disruption
Epilogue 2.0
Sanitations
Amy climbed into the tub at 2311 North Los Robles. She had been living with Sheldon for a month now and it was still strange, getting used to living with her boyfriend, who was also her former professor.
Although, she wondered if she ever really saw him as her professor. Sure, he had taught her some things she didn't know before coming to Caltech, about the Euler-Lagrange equations and Hamiltonian mechanics, but he had taught her more about the carnal pleasures than he had ever taught her about physics.
Amy smiled to herself as she turned the water on. Speaking of carnal pleasures, just last night, she had had another wonderful experience with Sheldon. He was able to make her see stars with his hands like she wasn't able to, and it worried her sometimes.
How would she ever survive without him, if either one of them would be away for a weeks for either conferences or some other kind of trip?
She was just lathering up her arms, when she heard the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. She turned around and looked on as Sheldon climbed into the tub with her. He threw her a lazy smile.
"Hey," he said softly. "I thought I'd find you here."
There really wasn't anywhere else to go; it was either the bathroom or the living room. Amy smiled back at him. "Good thinking."
It was meant to be a joke, but Sheldon gave her a serious look. "I don't like waking up without you next to me, Amy."
"Oh, sorry," Amy said apologetically. "I'll wake you up next time."
She turned back around to stand under the spray of the water, letting the suds wash off her arms.
"You must have been in a hurry to get cleaned up from what I did to you last night," Sheldon muttered in her ear, appearing to have come up behind her. His hands moved over her lower belly in slow caresses.
"Oh," Amy breathed out. She hadn't started on washing herself there yet, but she immediately flashed back to how he had made love to – no, correct that, fucked her the night before. She stomach swooped with arousal. She wasn't sure what the wetness between her legs was now though; either her current arousal, or the seed he had shot into her hours before, or a combination of both.
She was resting her head against the shoulder behind her, and didn't really notice Sheldon had taken hold the showerhead of the wall until she realised the water wasn't cascading down her front anymore.
"If you were in such a hurry, let me help you get cleaned up then, hm?"
Amy wasn't really registering what he was saying. It was early morning still, and her brain was still a bit foggy. And truthfully, all she could focus on right now was the feeling of her nipples hardening in the sudden cool air now that the hot water was nowhere near them.
"What?" she mumbled.
SMACK!
The sound of his hand connecting to her ass harshly echoed around them. "That's not how you address your teacher, Miss Fowler," Sheldon hissed in her ear.
Amy's blood rushed through her veins. Oh. They were playing this game then.
"I-I'm sorry, Sir…. I meant, what do you mean, help me?" she asked, breathlessly.
"You'll see," he said ominously.
His right hand – that had still been on her tummy – moved lower until it moved between her legs. Amy inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped through her folds, her clit barely stimulated. Her gasp turned into a groan when he roughly pushed what Amy could only assume were multiple fingers inside her.
"My, my," he mumbled. "Care to tell your professor what this is, Miss Fowler?"
Amy swallowed thickly. "M-m-my pussy, professor."
"Yes," he chuckled behind her. "Such a wet pussy, though… Are you always this wet, Miss Fowler?"
"N-no, Sir," Amy shook her head. He was slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her, the tips of his fingers brushing over her g-spot just a little every time.
"What caused you to be this wet, Miss Fowler?"
"You, Sir."
"Oh, yeah?"
Amy mewled when he pushed his fingers deeper inside her. "Is it my cum that's still dripping out of your pussy, Miss Fowler?"
Amy felt herself blush. He was talking dirty and it was doing things to her.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered – no, whimpered really.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Sheldon tutted. "We can't really have that, now can we? Better get your pussy clean for the start of the day."
It was then that Amy felt the spray of the water against the back of her thigh.
"Spread your legs, Miss Fowler," he muttered behind her. "That's it."
Amy widened her stance and felt Sheldon push against her shoulders, making her bend over.
"Good girl," Sheldon muttered behind her.
Amy yelped when she felt the spray of water between her legs. He had adjusted the nozzle; and the water was now coming out in a concentrated jet, with much more pressure than the usual water pressure the showerhead provided.
"Shhh, now, if it's too much for you, you'd better hold on to that bar there," Sheldon said from behind her. Amy nodded weakly.
He was aiming the showerhead between her legs again, and Amy couldn't help but gasp for air. The jet was directly on her clit, and Sheldon knew it.
"Nnng... professor," she moaned weakly.
Sheldon's other hand was on her ass, squeezing her quickly before he moved his hand lower.
"Yes, Miss Fowler?" he asked – as if they were having a normal conversation, "is something wrong?"
"N-no, Sir," Amy mumbled, her mind slowly turning into mush. The water pressure was insane, and she was almost coming already from the force of the water against her.
"Then be a good girl and let me clean you up," Sheldon ordered.
Amy nodded weakly. And she let him.
His hand swiped over her folds, his fingers pushed inside her and rubbed her g-spot. All the while, the showerhead was firmly pointed at her clit and she was going insane from the stimulation.
"Ahhh, Doctor Cooper," she keened.
"What is, Miss Fowler?" he mocked. "Such a bad girl… even the simple act of washing your pussy is driving you insane."
Amy was panting now. Why had no one ever told her she could you the detachable showerhead for masturbation? She felt cheated out of a lot masturbation sessions.
"It is," she admitted, her voice small.
"And do bad girls deserve to come, Miss Fowler?" Sheldon mocked her.
Amy shook her head. "No, Sir."
But the shower was still pointed at her clit, and it was too much – especially the thought of misbehaving. Who knew what Sheldon had planned for her if she came right now?
"Ah, ah," she whimpered again. "Sir… I can't take it…"
He groaned behind her, and she soared. High. Her body shook with tremors as her orgasm washed over her, and her legs would have given out had she not been holding onto the bar in front of her.
Stars were still erupting behind her eyelids when the spray of water against her stopped, and the water cascaded down on her back instead. His fingers disappeared from inside her, and she breathed out slowly.
"Ooohh," she moaned deeply when she felt him enter her from behind. She always felt incredibly full when they had sex like this.
"Fuck, yes, Amy," Sheldon groaned behind her.
He pushed into her at a blistering pace, and Amy had to brace herself with her hands on the shower wall in front of her. That bar that was only there to hold the showerhead in place proved very helpful now.
"God, you're so hot for me. Always," Sheldon grumbled as he thrusted into her harder and harder.
Amy mewled and tried to move with him, but it seemed like an impossible task to keep up with him.
"Sheldon…" she moaned.
SMACK!
She gasped. "Doctor Cooper," she corrected herself. "Doctor Cooper, please…"
"Please what, Miss Fowler? Do you need me to teach you another lesson?" Sheldon panted.
Always, she thought.
"Doctor Cooper," she breathed. "Come inside me… please."
Sheldon could never handle seeing her lick her lips – or hearing beg for him. And it was his undoing once again now. Amy relished in hearing him come undone, and also secretly in feeling him come inside her. She squeezed her pelvic muscles around him, milking him inside her.
Sheldon groaned her namely softly a few more times.
He pulled out of her and pulled her upright. Amy sighed contently as she was enveloped in his arms like this. She could feel his heart racing against her shoulder.
"God, you're so hot. I'll never get tired of you," Sheldon whispered as he pressed a kiss to her neck.
Amy smiled and sighed in bliss. She had a feeling she wouldn't get tired of him either.
Sheldon chuckled deeply.
"We'll have to clean you up again now, though."
END
A/N: The prompt 'Sheldon uses the spray on Amy in the shower' was provided by kpg03. It's plotless and pure porn, and I couldn't resist sharing it with you.
Maybe I'll revisit Doctor Cooper and Miss Fowler again in the future. Hope this short, smutty story made your day a little brighter – or in the very least, a little hotter.
