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Warning: This next chapter is very M-rated. If you don't like reading smut, then please just skip to Amy's POV.

Wedding bells and broken hearts

Chapter 9

He stopped kissing her for a second. "Can we… uhm… go inside?", he asked hoarsely. She handed him the key card.

She was trembling with anticipation as he took her hand and led her into the room.

Sheldon

His heart was pounding in his chest. He had no idea what was happening here. He only knew he needed to feel her lips again.

So, he pulled her into his arms and did just that. He cupped her face with one hand and pressed his lips against hers. His other hand descended to her hip pulling her body close to his.

There it was again, the same feeling he had the night before when they kissed. It was so much more intense than anything he had felt before. Exhilarating. Consuming.

The door closed with a loud bang behind them. Just for a moment Sheldon pulled back from her and searched Amy's eyes. This was bad. It was a bad idea.

His mind kept screaming at him. Trying to remind him that this was madness. To get him back to the realm of logic.

But for once, he did not care. He needed this. This break from not being with her. A break from the pain and the heartbreak. From the uncertainty.

His body was begging him to stop thinking. To just act. And maybe for the first time in his life, he wanted his body to make the decision and overrule his mind.

Determined, he took Amy's hand again and walked her to the bed where they sat down. She was looking at him as if she could not believe what was happening. But that was okay. Because he could not believe it either.

He kissed her lips softly while trying to wiggle out of his leather boots as elegantly as possible.

Seeing her struggling with the same thing, he stilled her leg with his hand. "Let me.", he whispered and lifted her feet on his lap.

He saw her bite her lip nervously when he removed her footwear and gently caressed her bare calves. He could not remember her ever showing off that much of her legs. Her skin felt smooth under his fingers. It made him want to touch even more of her.

"Amy…", he whispered moving closer to her and kissing her soft, inviting lips again. "I want… I need…"

She seemed to know exactly what he was asking for, because she crawled backwards to the headboard and looked at him with a twinge of insecurity in her eyes, as if she was afraid, he would bolt. Didn't she realize he was exactly where he wanted to be?

Sheldon took a deep breath and followed her, to which she smiled at him relieved. So, she wanted this to. Whatever 'this' was. Good.

He slowed down for a moment, took off her headband and ran his fingers through her hair.

"I am glad you chose not to wear a hat. You look cute with curly hair.", he whispered.

A grin spread on her face. He really should make this a habit. Complimenting her. She was even prettier when she looked this happy.

"I do?", she asked sweetly. "Yes.", he replied. "Amy you are very pretty. Always. I guess I should have told you more often."

She was blinking rapidly. Was she holding back tears? This was confusing. But just when he wanted to say something, to ask if she was okay, she grabbed his face with both her hands and kissed him deeply. He could only groan when he felt her tongue enter his mouth again.

He was fascinated by the feeling of her soft lips, the taste of her tongue, the smell of her hair. It made him feel dizzy. But he craved more. He needed more.

He couldn't resist any longer so he started tugging on her jacket, which she seemed just as eager to take off. He folded it carefully and then did the same with his leather jacket. After depositing both items of clothing on the chair besides the bed, he turned to Amy again.

As he took in the newly revealed skin – never before had she worn anything strapless in front of him – he was glad he had taken off his jacket because he felt almost uncomfortably hot.

He let his hand wander from the front of her neck to her collarbone and lower until he was tracing the outline of her breasts.

"Is this okay?", he asked, when he noticed her shivering slightly.

"Yes.", she replied shakily. "It's just… This is new."

He nodded. It was new to him too. He carefully nudged her until she was lying on her back. Then he kissed her again.

Gently this time. They had all the time in the world, and he still did not know how far they were planning to go today. It was already so overwhelming.

Tentatively, he started touching her breasts over her dress. Softly at first, but when he heard her moan, he dared to squeeze a little harder. Her nipples hardened under his touch and he pinched them slightly, eliciting another moan from her. Clearly, he was doing something right.

He pulled down her dress a little, searching her eyes for permission. She nodded and reached to her front to open her lacy bra. His heart thumped in his chest as he saw her reveal herself to him.

He had seen her naked before, when he had bathed her all those years ago. But this was different. The way she bit her lips as she offered her body to him. The way her breasts were waiting for him to explore them.

Knowing he was the first one to do so. It was right at that moment he realized what a gift this was. What a gift she was to him.

He hesitated for a second before he allowed himself to feel her again, marveling the soft skin under his fingers, cataloguing how she reacted to his touch.

She was looking at him with so much desire in her eyes. So much wonder. It was as if she almost didn't dare to breathe. He felt the same way. He did not want to break the spell they seemed to be under.

He leaned down to capture her lips again. He was slowly going crazy with this need for her. She kissed him back deeply and he could only groan when she started running her fingers through his hair.

He moved to her jaw then, trailing wet kisses down her neck. She moaned deeply when he was where he wanted to be, kissing the delicate skin of her breasts.

She was writhing under him, and cried out softly, when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it tenderly while using his hand to stimulate her other breast.

Never had he expected to find such joy in pleasuring her, but she was so responsive to his touch. Her moans and whispers were edging him on to keep going.

"Oh Sheldon…", she moaned breathlessly, and he knew this was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He needed to hear more of this.

He came back up to her and kissed her lips teasingly before moving to the side of her head. He took her earlobe between his lips and nibbled on it for a moment before slowly releasing it again.

He heard her inhale sharply, then she whimpered, digging her fingernails into his shoulders.

"Oh dear Lord, woman you drive me crazy.", he whispered into her ear.

For a moment, she held his head and searched his eyes. Her lips were trembling. "Sh… Sheldon…" murmured.

He wanted to ask her, if she was alright. If maybe this was all too much for her. If he was overstepping her boundaries.

But she already grasped his shirt to pull him closer and suddenly he found himself lying between her spread legs, their lower bodies touching for the first time.

Her short dress did not provide much of a barrier, and he could feel her heat through his jeans. It was exhilarating.

He was on autopilot. Without even thinking, he started pushing against her, grinding his lower body against hers slowly. She seemed to be okay with that as she started moving with him.

It was his time to moan now. The movements of their bodies were turning him on like nothing ever had before. He had to be careful now, or he would lose control.

"Amy…", he groaned. "This feels… You feel amazing." The way she smiled at him now gave him goosebumps. She pulled him in for another deep kiss and hooked one of her legs around his hip, gasping as she started to rub against him.

As if it had a mind of its own, his hand moved to her backside again, sliding up her dress. He stopped when he felt the soft skin of her posterior under his hand. He felt a heat he had never known before. Was she not wearing underwear?

"It's a thong.", she whispered, when she felt him stop. "As to not have a visible outline of my panties while wearing this dress. I… uhm… I got that advice before we had our prom on the roof."

He kept exploring her skin. Yes, there was a little piece of fabric around her hips. "You were wearing this all night? While we were dancing?" He did not understand why, but this fact almost made him lose his mind.

"And on prom too?" Oh, dear Lord. It was a good thing he had not known then. He would have panicked even more.

She nodded, grinning at him, when she noticed his voice shaking. "Vixen.", he groaned and kissed her again, letting his hand wander over her soft skin, squeezing her naked behind, noting that it felt even better than it looked.

She had moved her small hands from her hair and slipped it underneath his shirt instead, tracing his spine with her gentle fingers. It was far too stimulating.

He untangled himself from her and lay down beside her, overcome by the urge to explore even more of her.

Carefully he reached to her front, rubbing her over the little piece of fabric. She felt so hot. He had the urge to just rip off her underwear and see how she felt underneath, but he restrained himself enough to check, if she was okay with that.

"Amy… can I touch you?" Her eyes widened and he could see she was nervous. He was too. This was a big step for both of them. Maybe he should just stop.

But then he could just stare at her, when she quickly lifted up her legs to pull down her tiny underwear and threw it on the chair. She was biting her lip nervously while she did it. It looked both sexy and sweet.

This was all the permission he needed. He gently started caressing her legs and the inside of her thighs, noticing how her breathing pattern accelerated the closer he got to his target.

He gasped when he felt how wet she was as he started exploring her folds. Nothing had prepared him for the feeling of her. So smooth and wet and hot.

Tentatively he pushed one finger inside her and looked at her face while doing so. She whimpered and bit her lips.

"Okay?", he clarified.

She nodded rapidly. He couldn't help but kiss her again deeply. She reciprocated and relaxed into his touch now only tensing up a little, when he started to pump her carefully. She was moaning into his mouth again, and it felt intoxicating.

It was so different than he had expected. There was nothing filthy about this. Nothing ridiculous or off-putting. It was maybe the most terrific thing he had ever experienced.

She was moving her hips with him now and he couldn't believe the intensity of all of this. This urge to please her. "Sheldon… please.", she whined.

Please what, he wondered? "What, Amy? What do you need.", he asked hesitantly. "I have never done this before. Show me, please."

He felt her small hand reach for his hand and move his thumb a little until he felt a small nub. He put a little pressure on it which made Amy squirm.

Of course, how could he have missed that? It had all been in the book, Leonard had given him all these years ago.

He kept up the movements of his finger inside her while trying to stimulate her with his thumb as much as possible.

Amy's moaning was becoming insanely loud, and he moved his face away a little. He needed to see what he was doing to her. It did not take long for her to start trashing her head on the pillow and arch her back. "Ooooh… Sheldon.", she panted, followed by a loud moan.

He had been wrong before. This was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

He kept touching her until she was spent, amazed by the way she contracted around his finger and by the way she looked as she slowly came down from her high.

She was glowing. Her still curly hair was completely messed up, her chest was heaving and her face was slightly pink. She had never been more beautiful.

His face almost hurt from grinning when he realized that it was him who had done this to her.

But then, realization hit him. He felt his blood run cold. He had done this to her. For the first time. And he wanted to do this again. Preferably as soon and often as possible.

But what if he would not get her back?

Despite what they were telling themselves about taking a break from being broken up, they were technically not together.

There were no rules, regulations, no parameters under which any of this should have happened.

Amy

This was crazy. Wonderful, exciting, magnificent but completely crazy. She was still trying to come back to earth after the mind-blowing way Sheldon had just completely rocked her world.

She had never expected him to touch her like this. Even when she had dreamed of it, she always thought, being intimate with Sheldon would be at the very least awkward.

Maybe even clinical, mechanic. She had half expected him to run away or be completely repulsed by her. But none of that was true.

Never had she seen him so determined. So confident. And never in her life had she felt so wanted. So desired.

He had been completely in control, and she had loved every second of it. He had made all her nervousness, all the insecurities she had about her body disappear.

How was he so good at this? He really was a genius in every way.

After she had calmed down a little, she realized, she was almost completely naked. Her little dress was more of a belt now. All the while Sheldon was still dressed like before.

She grasped his face and kissed his lips again. He seemed a little hesitant now but kissed her back lightly.

"Sheldon… this was out of this world.", she whispered into his ear.

He smiled slightly. "Good.", he whispered back, reaching for a strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. "But maybe I should leave now. I assume you want to take a shower now and I really need one myself."

He was trying to leave but she held him back. Why was he in a hurry all of a sudden?

"Wait." He halted. Why was he looking at her so insecurely?

She couldn't help but pull him in for another kiss. After a second, he started to relax again, and they kissed sweetly for a while.

Encouraged by this, she reached for him and started stroking his upper body. Even over his shirt she could feel his well-defined chest. When had he become this muscular?

She reached a little lower, tentatively touching him over his pants. She gasped when she felt how hard he was. It was evident he really did want her.

She was a little nervous, but she really wanted him to feel what she felt before, so she reached for his belt.

But before she could begin to unbuckle it, she felt his hand on hers. "Amy… please stop.", he asked with a shaky voice.

She pulled back her hand immediately. Didn't he want this? "I… I'm sorry, Sheldon. I just wanted to return the favor. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Amy, look at me." He still had this insecure look in his eyes.

"Amy, please understand. I don't want you to stop because I didn't like what we just did. Because I did like it. Much more than I expected. It just does not feel safe, doing this."

She exhaled relieved. So, he had enjoyed it. But still, she did not entirely understand.

"Not safe?", she asked slightly confused. She was on birth control, he knew that. Besides, they weren't going to do anything that required that kind of safety, were they?

He looked at her seriously. "Let me clarify, Amy. It's just… I will never be able to forget what we just shared. And I fear, this will be another thing that will haunt me in my dreams. All the things I've lost. I can't add any more to them. I'm sorry. I can't keep doing this. Not while our relationship status is not properly defined."

"Sheldon…", she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. She should have never let this night go that far. But how could she resist after all those years of craving him?

But now? She had never seen him this vulnerable. And she had never felt this guilty in her life. "I am so sorry. I never meant to put you through this."

She really had underestimated the way he felt for her, hadn't she?

Sheldon

She was uncomfortable now, he could see that by the way she clumsily tried to straighten out her dress and cover herself.

There was no reason for modesty now. He had an eidetic memory. She knew he would never unsee the way he had just seen her.

"Don't be sorry, Amy.", he tried to reassure her. "I don't regret what happened."

"You don't?" Oh, how he wanted to devour her when she looked at him like this. He restrained himself and just kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Not at all. What just happened between us… it was incredible."

She smiled softly at him. "It was.", she mumbled.

He sighed. "But you really should take some time to think and make up your mind before this goes any further. Can you do that?"

She swallowed. "Yes. Of course."

He kissed her again sweetly. She understood him. It was such a relief. But there were other matters he had to attend to now.

"Amy, I really need go to my room now and take a shower. I hope you understand."

She nodded weakly. "Will you come back after your shower?" She bit her lips. She looked so adorable when she was nervous.

He pondered it. He really needed to clear his head before he shared a bed with her again. But he also did not want to sleep alone after what had just happened. And he most certainly did not want her to sleep alone.

"I will.", he reassured her before leaving for his room.

Standing under the shower stream a little later, Sheldon could not stop thinking about the earlier events. Never had he expected to enjoy this so much.

Even after masturbating – and masturbation hadn't even been on his schedule tonight – he still felt way too excited by all of it. Never in a million years would he have anticipated it to feel this intense.

He still had a hard time processing the things they just had done. He had to lie back on his bed and calm himself down for a while before he was able to face her again.

Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on anything but her. He listed all the prime numbers until 9973. He recited pi to its thousandth digit. He repeated every actor that had ever played Doctor Who with their date of birth and the number of episodes they were in.

At last, he felt a little calmer.

Entering Amy's room again a little later, he stopped in his tracks.

Her hair was straight again, and she was wearing her sensible long nightgown. A wave of affection coursed through him.

He could not stop himself from running up to her and hugging her tightly. "Thank you.", he whispered in her ear.

"For what?", she said, with a surprised look on her face.

He was overcome with emotion. "Just… thank you. For being you. For being here with me."

It was true, she was always pretty. And she had looked particularly alluring tonight.

But seeing her like this – dressed for the night and not trying to impress anyone – he realized this was how he loved her the most.

He wanted to see her like this every night.

Getting ready for bed with her, snuggling under the sheets, see her fall asleep – he hoped this would soon be his new routine.

She pulled his face down and kissed him sweetly.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.", she answered sincerely.

They got into bed and held each other instantly. There was no awkwardness anymore. It just felt right.

"Sheldon?" She looked serious. "What you said before about our state of the relationship. Maybe we should talk soon. When we are home again, I mean. To see how we can fix this."

His heart started beating rapidly. The way she phrased it – there was no if, no question mark. Just a how. It did not sound like being broken up was an option for her any longer. Should he ask?

He looked at her closely. No. She was still high from oxytocin after what they had done before. If he asked now, she would probably even agree to be his girlfriend again.

But he needed her to think clearly about this. He could not handle another break-up. They had to be sure about where they were heading.

"Sounds good.", he replied. "Take as much time as you need. And when you are ready, I'll be willing to talk about anything we need to." He hesitated. Would it be too presuming to make a suggestion?

He took a deep breath. "And maybe, if things go well, we can write a new relationship agreement. Together this time."

She snuggled into his chest, her warm breath tickling his sternum. It sent shivers down his spine "I'd love that. Thank you, Sheldon.", she mumbled.

He could feel she was getting sleepy. He yawned himself. It was late and this day had been extremely eventful. Wrapping his arms around her body, he could already feel sleep taking over.

It was so peaceful falling asleep in each other's arms again. Soft smiles were spreading on both their faces.

They were not prepared for the storm that was heading their way, possibly threatening to shake up the little piece of heaven they seemed to have found.