I want to thank everyone for reading my story, I really hope you are enjoying it. Your reviews are really kind and they make me really really happy.

I could have split this chapter into two parts, but I'm not that evil. I know a lot of you were waiting for this moment, and this is my gift to you after all the cliffhangers. What a ride! This chapter is a long one and I hope you will enjoy it! I'm always nervous to share!

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Thank you.

Regina

"Bedroom. Now."

Amy blinked and nodded quickly. The way he looked at her only increased her arousal. He took her hand and walked ahead of her, guiding her towards her bedroom.

Amy's heart started to palpitate. Were they going to do it? Was she prepared for that? Were they rushing it? She had felt confident a moment ago, in his arms, highly aroused by his kisses and touches. But going further, that was a huge step! Another big one aside from being engaged! She followed him, anxious and excited to discover what he had in mind.

Sheldon sat on the bed and pulled her by her waist to straddle him. Amy let out a surprised gasp and sat on him, supporting her arms on his shoulders, circling them around his neck.

"By the way, is this the same flash t-shirt?" He asked as he toyed with the hems of the garment. "The one from yesterday?"

Amy looked at him innocently, biting her lip. She didn't have to answer as her face told him so.

"I thought so..." He looked up and down at her figure, impressed by how cute and sexy she looked in it. As he had imagined, but more alluring.

"Do you want it back?" She teased, a little hesitant. She had never flirted with Sheldon that way.

He raised his eyebrows. Naughty vixen. Was she trying to provoke him? He could also play this game.

"Maybe I should let you keep it," his hands traveled up, caressing her torso over the t-shirt, admiring it on her. Amy shuddered when he reached the sides of her breasts. He had never been so near second base. He pulled her to him so he could whisper in her ear. "But only if you wear it for me."

Amy gasped soundly. Did Sheldon just flirt back to her? And that had sounded so… erotic. His voice, and the meaning behind that, affected her down there. Unaware of her reaction, he had started kissing her neck and down her collarbone. As the t-shirt collar was big on her, he had easy access to that area. But it was in his way, so he stopped to pull the t-shirt off her. Amy allowed him to but felt ashamed to be left with her bra in front of him. Also, not one of her best ones, but a plain old white one. She had an itch to cover herself. She wasn't particularly fond of her flabby belly either and felt self-conscious of him seeing her like this. She looked shyly at him, while he was folding the t-shirt and leaving it at his side. Sheldon didn't hesitate to dive in then, kissing her collarbone and tentatively lower, just above her breasts, now with fewer obstacles. His hands stroked the bare skin on her torso and stomach. He wanted to mentally map her body, and he was surprisingly enjoying the feeling of kissing her all over.

Amy closed her eyes at all the new stimuli and moved her hands to stroke his hair. She was breathing heavily. It was challenging to stay still and not react to all the overwhelming new sensations. She unconsciously adjusted her hips and was startled by a groan from him. Did she feel a bulge brush her intimate parts? Or had she imagined it?

"Amy." He gasped, overwhelmed too. His sensory system was in overdrive. His rational mind was getting numb, and his primal brain was taking over. One of the fears he had always had, but he didn't want to fight it this time. He allowed himself to try, touch, taste, and feel. He grabbed her bottom with both hands and encouraged her to move again. He wanted to feel that again. Amy's hips pushed forward at his command, making her moan. Oh! She confirmed it now. She was able to feel him. She got back to her original position and pushed forward again. He fondled her buttocks harder, and Amy mewled sensually. Her sinuous movement on him sent an electrifying spark all over his body. Their intimate parts brushing together, even with their remaining clothes on, felt so satisfying. How would it feel with fewer clothes? Did her sensual noises near his ear mean that she also liked it?

Amy felt incredibly aroused already. She even felt ashamed for feeling like this that quickly. But how could she not be on fire with what she was experiencing? He was also aroused; there was no way to deny that. Sheldon was still pushing her bottom, making her continue to move over him. But at some point, he released her and pulled off both of his t-shirts together and he didn't bother to fold them. He hurried to grab her face and kissed her passionately. Amy didn't have time to admire his naked torso but used the opportunity to start exploring his bare chest with her hands, though shyly at first, as she wasn't sure how he would react. He had always been adverse to people touching him, but this was a clear invitation for her to do it. Her fingertips danced softly over his skin, fascinated with how his body reacted to her touch. Sheldon shuddered, breathing hard in her mouth. She continued stroking his muscles, with a little more pressure, fascinated by how they felt in her hands.

Suddenly, Sheldon's hands descended from her face to her breasts, which were incredibly sensitive already. She still had her bra on, but as his thumbs rubbed her nipples over the fabric, she thrust harder and moaned loudly.

Wow, her reaction to his touch fascinated him. He was trying to catalog everything in his mind. He clumsily tried to reach her back, even though he had to stop their kiss. But Amy was faster, she unfastened her bra for him and he helped her get rid of it.

Amy bit her lip. She felt exposed again. He didn't seem to mind being bare-chested in front of her, but in her case it was different. She had put her hands on her breasts unconsciously.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worried about her odd reaction. Why was she shielding herself from him? "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, It's fine! I-I'm just..." She shook her head and looked down. "I'm just silly." She tried to downplay it.

Sheldon tried to understand the situation. Was it something he had done wrong? Or maybe it was her insecurities, the ones she had mentioned before. He grabbed her hands and softly pushed them down. She let him do it but still felt ashamed. She didn't know why she had reacted this way; she couldn't help herself. It was her fault. She felt upset for ruining the mood.

"You are beautiful, you know that, right?" Sheldon tilted his head, searching for her eyes. She looked timid now, even after all they had done up to that point. He licked his lips and looked at her up and down. Didn't she see how enticing her body was? It was the perfect complement to her alluring and fascinating mind. She was desirable in all ways. Sheldon released her hands and caressed her arms delicately.

Amy shivered, the way he was looking at her, how he sensually licked his lips, how he touched her, and how he had touched and kissed her before, she should feel beautiful, sexy even. But she had difficulty believing something she had always neglected to feel in the past.

"Do you want to stop?" Sheldon asked softly.

"No, no," She mumbled. She wanted to continue. She had wanted to be with Sheldon in an intimate way for so long. She didn't want to ruin it now.

He reached to kiss her softly on the lips. This time it wasn't hurried, just a delicate kiss. He kept stroking her arms up and down until Amy released a tension she hadn't realized she had been holding. She hummed as Sheldon tenderly caressed her arms, then her shoulders, and slowly reached her collarbone. He tentatively lowered his hands to fondle her breasts very gently. Amy moaned softly and clutched his shoulders tightly.

He was telling her everything without words.

Sheldon shifted from her lips to her neck. Amy tilted her head to give him better access. He left a trail of tiny kisses over her until he reached her left breast and dove in to capture her nipple in his mouth. Amy hung her head back and suppressed a cry of pleasure. His wet tongue was lapping her sensitive bud. He continued fondling her and took his time to switch breasts to give the other one the same attention. He was fascinated with the texture changes, the softness of her skin in this area, and how Amy was trembling. She squeezed and released his shoulders as he kept trying and testing, studying how she responded.

"Oh, Sheldon!" Amy exclaimed. She was over the edge, and he was only touching and kissing her breasts! If he continues like this… Could she orgasm from just that?! She kept moaning and mewling at his ministrations.

Sheldon wasn't indifferent to her noises. They were making him more aroused than he expected. He wanted to pleasure her over and over. He wanted her to touch him too, but this position was limiting. He needed to change positions.

"Get up." He pushed her slightly. Amy looked at him with half-closed eyes, her mind clouded with the sensations she had been having, and her breasts still tingling from his touch and tongue. She got up anyway, and Sheldon was finally able to stand up too. He grabbed her hips and made her turn, pulling her towards him, her back flush against his chest. He pulled her hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck thoroughly. He embraced her from the back and stroked her breasts again, then down to her belly, and finally dug his thumbs under the elastic of her yoga pants and started to take them off. Realizing what he was doing, she helped him, bending down to get rid of them. She was left with just her panties. She hadn't noticed, but he also took off his shoes, socks, and pants. He pressed his body to hers again, and Amy had to gasp at how she felt him now that they weren't wearing so many layers of clothing. He roamed his hands again all over her again, resuming his neck kisses.

"Amy, there was something I didn't write in my list." his warm breath in her ear gave her goosebumps.

"Really?" She said between moans. "And what is that?"

He nuzzled his nose in her hair.

"I didn't write how much I desired you," he confessed, "long before I'd like to admit."

Amy gasped at his revelation. He had desired her. It felt impossible to believe if she had to judge for his old antics. But based on his notebook, which contained the journey of his feelings, she now saw how that could be possible.

Sheldon's hands lowered to her hips, and one of them toyed with the hem of her panties. He continued talking, his voice low but firm. "How your mind aroused me and awakened something in me I didn't know existed." He lowered his hands even more and tentatively stroked her over the fabric. The area felt warmer than the rest of her body, and as his fingers brushed it, Amy's body trembled in reaction. "Then your body haunted my dreams countless times." He whispered, with a hint of a reproval. Amy's heart pumped hard in her chest. Why did that sound so erotical in his voice? "I couldn't focus during the day, Amy. I was so angry at myself."

She was discovering a part of him he had been hiding, and he had hidden it very well, from her and from everyone else. First in his notebook writings, but now, hearing this from him, Amy's head was spinning. His words, his warm breath in her ear, the way he was touching her, it was too much to handle.

Amy turned in his arms to be able to look at him. She hung her arms from his neck, and he embraced her by the waist.

"Sheldon, I…" He cut off her words with a kiss. Both moaned loudly, their skin in contact felt warm, and it was exhilarating. Amy's hands slid to his collarbone and pushed him slightly. Sheldon looked at her with an intense and fervent look. Her hands roamed over his chest as she was finally able to have a better look at him. But he still has his arms tightly clasped around her.

"I've desired you for a very long time." She said as she followed the movement of her hands over his pectorals with her eyes. "Not surprising, uh?" She let out a chuckle, but it had a melancholy tone. "It's not that I didn't show it, but I…suppressed it." She stopped moving her hands. "For you."

Sheldon's heart sank inside his chest. He tightened his embrace on her.

"I was afraid you would reject me," she continued, "That I wasn't enough for you." And I couldn't be more wrong, Amy thought as the engagement ring shined on her finger.

"Not enough?" Sheldon's hand grasped her jaw and made her look up at him. "You were too much for me! So much that I felt..." Sheldon tried to think of a word that defined all his feelings in one word. Overwhelmed. That was the word that defined it the best. He didn't say it out loud, though. He didn't want Amy to misunderstand him. "I'm sorry I was a fool. Scared of my own feelings. I guess I still am. But just the thought of not being with you scares the hell out of me."

"You don't have to worry." Amy smiled. "I'm your fiancée now."

"Yes, you are," Sheldon smirked back.

"Are you sure you want to…you know?" Amy looked at the bed at their side.

"I've never been more sure of anything." He said with determination. "And you?"

Amy hesitated in her answer. Of course she wanted to, she had always wanted to! But she was somehow terrified.

"Why are you shaking? Are you cold?" He asked.

"I'm just, uhm, really nervous," she confessed, "I've been waiting for this for so long, I've just built it up in my head. I don't know what to expect."

"Neither do I." Sheldon's thumb brushed her cheek tenderly. "But we can find out together."

Amy bit her lip. Of course, they were in the same situation. There was nothing wrong with being nervous or not knowing what to do.

"Okay." Amy nodded, "but promise me, you'll tell me if it's too much for you."

"I will." Sheldon nodded once. "Will you do the same?"

"I will." She mimicked his answer.

They sealed their deal with a long kiss. Sheldon guided her slowly down onto the bed. She complied and crawled backward so he could climb up with her. After their talk, she was afraid the mood for them had changed, but his eager kisses showed her the opposite. Her fire reignited quickly as he resumed his earlier explorations of her body.

Amy's hands went to touch his stomach, and she was itching to be able to explore him lower. She slowly traveled down until she found the hem of his underwear. She could feel how his muscles contracted in anticipation under her touch. Sheldon exhaled little grunts and noises between kisses, and Amy decided to go boldly and stroke him. He froze his movements and stopped their kiss with a big gasp. He started breathing hard, exhaling in Amy's mouth as she explored his bulge up and down. Even if it was over his underwear, Amy's hand felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. She was still touching him softly like she was afraid of pressing too much. Sheldon though felt an urgent need of more pressure and contact, so he thrust into her hand.

Amy looked at his face, fascinated by his reaction. He looked all flustered and speechless just because her hand was brushing him there. How would that feel without any barrier? He seemed to be fine with her doing that, so Amy felt confident to explore further. In one of her strokes, she slipped her hand inside his underwear and grasped his erection. Sheldon moaned loudly and trembled under her touch. She lowered his briefs a little more with the other hand and started stroking him slowly but steadily. She looked down, enchanted by the power she had over him at that moment, but kept a close look on his face, searching for any kind of displeasure.

"Oh, A-Amy." Sheldon didn't show any discomfort; on the contrary. His member grew in her hand as he thrust in rhythm with her strokes. It was soft and warm at the touch but grew harder as she squeezed it.

Dear Lord! Amy's hand on him felt like nothing he could have imagined. She was pumping him gently, and his mind was starting to feel foggy and numb. It was intense, maybe too intense for him at this moment. If she continued...

"A-Amy, please, stop."

Amy's hand left him as if she had been burned. Hearing him saying that startled her. Was it too much for him? Was she doing it wrong? She had been confident she had been able to very clearly feel his enjoyment.

"Sorry." She muttered. "I don't know why I did that."

"Sorry?" Sheldon was surprised by her hasty reaction. He grabbed her hand that was hanging mid-air, still panting, and laid it on his chest under his. Amy could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest. "I needed you to stop, or otherwise…uhm…I might be over too early."

Oh. Amy didn't consider that. She was just overthinking. He had liked it, maybe even too much. She bit her lip. Her fears kept betraying her. Why couldn't she just let everything go and trust Sheldon? He would tell her if something was wrong.

Sheldon got rid of his briefs as they were already halfway down his thighs. He turned again to Amy and clutched the elastic of her panties. She lifted her bottom to help, and he looked at her while he started to slip them down her legs.

Amy held her breath as Sheldon's hand cupped her privates. Sheldon began exploring with his fingers, focused only on what was down there. Amy jumped, startled, as one of his fingers tried to get in her. She shut her eyes and exhaled loudly.

Sheldon looked at her, worried about her reaction. That didn't seem to be what he was looking for. She looked extremely tense. She didn't tell him anything, but more than pleasure, she seemed in discomfort. He decided to do it differently. He withdrew his hand and sat by her side, Amy noticing he was shifting, looked at him. He used the moment to kiss her as he gently directed his hand again to her lower body, this time caressing her stomach first and massaging her softly. Their kisses seemed to help her to relax. He gradually increased his exploration, but not overstepping. He found her clit and started rubbing it. That made Amy moan in his mouth and slowly melt under his touch. She even opened her legs further as an invitation for him to continue.

So he did, taking his time to explore her, to test and catalog her reactions at his touches, to notice her body changes, to learn about her moans and erotic noises. As he found another rhythm she liked, she became louder and rocked her hips to search for more pressure from his hand.

Remembering how pleasurable for her had been when he kissed her breasts earlier, he shifted from his mouth to her breasts. He also ventured again to get one of his fingers into her, not stopping rubbing her clit. Amy seemed to respond to his ministrations enthusiastically, and that skyrocketed his arousal. He felt the need to claim her, a primal emotion that surprised him.

Amy was over the moon. After overcoming her initial fears, all that was left was to experience the extreme pleasure Sheldon was giving to her. Yes, Sheldon Cooper himself was giving her what she only had imagined for years, and he was doing it really well. She blamed her low self-esteem for almost ruining it all. But she had been extremely nervous. Now she only could focus on how he adored her body with his kisses on her breasts and with his hand doing magical things to her down there.

But Sheldon couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to feel her completely. To finally get over his old fears and solve his new curiosities, to join his fiancée, his soon-to-be wife, in the most unique and private celebration of their love. He felt bad slowing down, as she was enjoying his work on her. Proof of that had been her moans filling the room.

He stood up, looking up for his pants. Amy followed him with her eyes, still breathing hard. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and turned from her to put it on. He had never done it before, but it couldn't be that hard if any idiot on this planet could also do it.

Amy had been curious why he had stopped but immediately saw why. Since when he had been carrying a condom in his wallet, she wondered. Anyhow, she was glad he did. She hadn't had the chance to worry about protection, with all the surprising developments her life had had recently, and she was the one who was always prepared! She was a little nervous again. They were going to do it! It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a fantasy anymore. How surreal everything was, two days ago they were broken up, and now, they were engaged and going to share the most intimate moment of their lives.

He turned over and crawled over the bed towards her. His gaze had a different look. This was a look full of lust for her that sent chills to Amy's body. He made her lay down entirely under him, and his eyes danced between hers, watching her like a hawk. Her anxiety tried to kick in. This was it. There wasn't a way back. Sheldon caressed her hair and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Is this okay?" He asked her, gently brushing his thumb over her cheek while he adjusted his hips to hers. Amy closed her eyes and nodded. She opened her legs further to give him more room. She could feel him already near her entrance, but Sheldon didn't move from there and kept kissing her and caressing the loose strands of hair that were over her face. She also caressed the nape of his neck and his shoulders, relaxing a little under his caresses and attention.

Then, he started pushing into her, a little clumsily at first. Amy tilted her hips, trying to help him, but ended up lowering her hand to guide him. They shared a timid quick smile, both nervous but not wanting to show it that much. He kept pushing, huffing, as Amy inhaled and exhaled, attempting to relax her body. This seemed easy and pleasurable in her romantic novels, but instead, it started to sting and burned her insides.

"Slow, please." She whined, tensing her muscles.

Sheldon stopped moving, slightly concerned, and gave her time to relax. He was already feeling her warmth on him and it made his member pulse. He slowly pushed a little further and a groan left his throat. Amy felt like she was filled completely, but he was only halfway in. She closed her eyes and grasped his shoulder tightly. Sheldon retracted a little and pushed forward and repeated the movements gently. Amy heard him breathing hard, humming, and groaning every time he pushed a little further in. Sheldon let out a loud moan as he thrust one last time into her, making Amy hold her breath in a big gasp. She suddenly opened her eyes and was surprised by his eyes looking at her face.

"A-are you okay?" He asked, trembling. His gaze pierced her eyes, checking on her, with signs of being worried and overwhelmed.

Amy hardly nodded. She couldn't talk at that moment, so she just moved her head up and down repeatedly. She was okay, she felt a little tight and sore, but it was all just too much to process. She slid her hands to his shoulder blades, gripping him there, and took a deep breath. The burning sensation seemed to cease, and it was more comfortable now. Still not what she expected, but a little better to manage. Sheldon was quiet, looking at her intensely, not moving. Was he okay? Was he also trying to process this moment? The mix of emotions and physical sensations was a bomb for her. She was curious about what it was for him.

"M-move a little." Amy hesitated but tried to tilt her hips upwards to him in an attempt to move too.

That seemed to make him go even further in, and he moaned. He moved back a little and slowly pushed back into her, once, twice, always watching her face. Amy's cheeks felt like they were burning. Her body was on fire. It was hot in the room and hot inside her. Sheldon was entirely inside her, and she was starting to feel something. She still couldn't decide if it was pleasure or pain, but it was definitely becoming much more satisfying with each movement. Her wetness increased and helped them to keep moving with ease. She tried to move with him, but it didn't work well. Both were clumsy, still not matching each other's thrusts. After some trials, they seemed to be on a rhythm that worked fine for now. But soon, her legs got sore, and she tried picking them up and embracing his torso with them. Sheldon shifted with her. Both moaned together as his pace increased. It felt different from before. His thrusts were faster and deeper, their skin full of sweat, brushed and tingled them in the process.

Amy closed her eyes and tried to focus on all the sensations she was experiencing at the moment. He was filling her, over and over, making love to her body. But It wasn't physical only. It held an emotional meaning for her. All those years thinking that maybe she wasn't lovable enough, that he wasn't interested in being intimate with her, that this very moment would never happen. All those nights clinging to a fantasy that she thought would never happen. All those bad thoughts were gone now. As he had promised, he was showing how much he loved her, in each touch, in each thrust, in each breath…she could feel it. He had opened up to her, and she had finally welcomed him, both putting her fears aside, letting their emotions finally be free of any remorse or constraint. Loving each other in their own way. Amy felt content to be sharing this unique moment with him.

Sheldon's mind was on overdrive, trying to process all the sensations, emotions, changes, and reactions. His body felt hot, her insides burned him, sweat had started to drip from his forehead to her breasts. He was reaching the point of no return. It was scary and exhilarating at the same time. With Amy below him, enjoying being with him, the need to keep pumping into her was overwhelming. He tried to restrain himself, but his brain betrayed him, letting his primal side take him over completely. He needed to make her his. Claiming her body, claiming her heart. She is mine, and I'm hers. This is it.

"Amy, look at me."

She looked at him with half-closed eyes, huffing. He seemed to be studying her reactions. Suddenly he shifted and put all his weight on one arm. His other hand went to reach where their bodies joined together. He found and started to stroke her sensible nub as he tried to keep up the pace of his thrusts. Amy's mouth opened in a silent 'o' at the sudden contact. Both sensations now, him penetrating and the stimuli on her clit, were out of this world. She grabbed Sheldon's back, clinging to him, as her body started to tremble.

"Sh-Shel-" she breathed in. There was something building inside her, something that was so different from her own experiences. "Sheldon… ah AH!" Without any warning, a wave of extreme bliss hit her.

Oh... My…. OH!

She arched her back breathless, her fingers digging into Sheldon's skin. He felt her inner spams on him, her firm grip on his body, her intense cry. He looked fascinated at her with satisfaction. He never expected seeing her orgasming would be so rewarding, so arousing, something that he would be so proud of. In the intensity of the moment, he vowed to himself that this was his new goal in life: to pleasure Amy in any way possible. He had the need to hold her again, to touch her again, to witness what just happened again. He was the one making her mind and body reach her bliss and he wanted to be the only one responsible for that forever.

When he noticed she had relaxed from her high, Sheldon shifted his body to support his weight on both his arms and started plunging into her, faster and harder. He closed his eyes and hung his head at her side, focusing on his own sensations. At last, he could let his body go, voiding his mind of any invading thought that wasn't Amy.

"Amy, Amy, Amy." He mumbled between moans and grunts.

Amy was panting, still dealing with the down of her high. Her skin felt extra sensitive, and her body strengthless. Deep emotions floated in her mind with no apparent order. She was on cloud nine, enjoying the feeling of his weight on her, the warmth of his body, his erotic voice in her ear calling her name like a mantra.

Sheldon's movements became erratic. He pushed and released, pushed and released until she felt him thrust deeper and tremble inside her. He let out a loud moan, and convulsing, he reached his peak.

Dear...Lo-OH-rd

He did some small but hard thrusts into her, enjoying a sweet release that wasn't comparable to anything he had felt before. He slowed down his movements, and trembling, tried to catch his breath.

Amy could feel his warm breath on her neck. He was visibly tired as his arms seemed to not have enough strength to keep him up. She caressed his sweaty back as she listened to his heart beat fast in his chest. He rolled to her side, carefully disjoining them.

Amy just laid there, sweat all over her body, while he busied himself getting rid of the mess in his lower parts. Before she could notice, he had laid down at her side again, pulling her towards him in a tight embrace. He was still breathing hard, probably tired. She felt exhausted. Amy was grateful he hadn't run away from her after all the sweat and mess they had made.

"Amy." He whispered.

"Sheldon." She answered, looking at him lovingly.

He reached with his hand to her hair and pulled her into a sweet and tender kiss. Amy couldn't help herself; her emotions were on the surface. A tear rolled down her cheek. She felt content, fulfilled, and loved.

"Amy, I-is something wrong?" Sheldon asked, concerned, as he felt the wetness of her tears on his hand.

"No, no!" She didn't want to scare him. "Just…happy tears."

Sheldon studied her eyes. Happy tears were difficult for him to understand. Was she really happy?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," She beamed at him. "I just don't know how to explain it."

Sheldon became silent, his thumb brushing her cheek to dry the remainder of her tears. For once, he understood her. "I usually know exactly what to say, but at this moment, I have no words either." He confided, "I guess I'm overwhelmed by you, Amy."

"Sheldon..."

"But, in a good way!" He quickly added.

"I know." Amy put her hand over his and rested her cheek on it. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. "I love you."

"I love you too."

They both enjoyed a few minutes of silence. A comfortable silence full of small caresses and feather-like touches. A moment to let everything sink in. Suddenly, Amy chuckled, confusing Sheldon again. First happy tears, and now what?

"What's so funny?"

"I guess we need to thank Howard and Raj for putting your profile up on a dating site, again." Amy joked.

Sheldon sighed loudly. "I hate to say this, but I agree. For the second time, we need to thank them for that." He tried to sound upset, but his face gave him away. "I guess instead of three strikes, we can give them only one."

Amy smirked at the implications of his comment. "I get to give strikes now that I'm your fiancée?"

"Of course," Sheldon playfully raised one eyebrow to her, "Sheldon Cooper's fiancée has privileges, you know?" He then licked his lips, and his tone got serious. "So, talking about that," He searched for her left hand, and with his thumb, he stroked her engagement ring. "When do we go to the city hall? Tomorrow?"

"Wait, what? Tomorrow?"

"Why waste more time, Amy!" He said enthusiastically, turning to face her completely. His face quickly morphed to a worried expression. "Or you don't want to marry me anymore?"

"I-I want to!" Amy quickly reassured him, she was surprised by his proposal, nothing more. "It's just, we just got back together…"

"I thought you wanted to accelerate things between us."

"I want us to be at our pace." She stroked his chest softly. "I think we already accelerated things a little, don't you think?" Amy looked up and down to their entangled naked bodies and smirked at him. Sheldon blushed slightly.

"I'm your fiancée now. Can I enjoy that for a while?"

"Enjoy what, being my fiancée?"

"Yes, Sheldon Cooper's fiancée. I like the sound of that." She smiled brightly at him. "I also don't want to miss the privileges that I now have being your fiancée." She added a wink to make her point. "Also, don't you want to tell your family and our friends? Maybe they would like to come to our engagement."

"I don't care about that." Sheldon's face was serious. "I just want to marry you." He said passionately. "I don't care what people want or say. I want to be with you and share my life with you, Amy."

"Oh, Sheldon." Amy got emotional hearing him. "I want to share my life with you too."

They reached to share a kiss, one that sealed their promise to love each other forever.

To be continued…

Here's the fun fact: At this point, this is where my daughter decided to come to this world. I started having contractions writing this chapter, exactly on my 40th birthday, and I was lucky to have this part quite finished before welcoming her two days after lol! I had to stop working as it was unbearable for me to deal with those (it's painful!) and write about their Shamy's first time together. Or do anything at all, to be honest.

Just an epilogue left. Until next Sunday, have a happy Halloween. Be safe.

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