Part IV
4x13 The Love Car Displacement
Amy: Not necessary. Penny and I are perfectly comfortable sharing a bed.
Penny: We are?
Amy: Of course, we're best friends.
Penny: Oh, right, right, the blog.
Amy: Word of warning, though. I'm prone to night terrors, so if I wake up kicking and screaming, don't panic. Just pin me down and stroke my hair, and I'll be fine.
Sheldon sighed deeply as he quickly dressed in the robe matching his pyjamas. If Leonard thought he was going to spend another minute with him and Penny sharing a bed next to him, he was very much mistaken. It was bad enough having to listen to the two of them have coitus through the walls of his bedroom. He was not going to stay there for the life show.
"Where are you going?" Leonard called after him.
"Since we're switching beds between the seven of us, there is bound to be a bed available for me somewhere, Leonard," Sheldon huffed. "Good night."
He slammed the door shut behind him.
When the front desk was unwilling to provide him with a key to Raj's room, Sheldon stalked down the hall. Being travel supervisor, he had all their room numbers memorized. The first one he passed was the one Penny had just vacated to go climb into bed with Leonard.
He turned the knob, and unsurprisingly the door opened easily. Typical Penny, leaving the door unlocked.
He walked into the darkened room, his eyes moving to the bed closest to the door. He could make out the mop of dark hair which belonged to Amy on the pillow. Her sinuses were probably blocked, her nose was whistling ever so slightly. He pulled off his robe, and pulled back the covers of the adjoining bed.
Sheldon shot up and muffled the high-pitched scream of shock with his hand as his body came into contact with the body of the blonde occupant of the bed. Had Penny returned to her bedroom and was his own bed available again? He wondered for a second before he realised it wasn't Penny in bed with him, but Bernadette.
He quickly scrambled out of the bed and roughly pushed against Bernadette's shoulder. "Bernadette," he hissed. She opened her eyes languidly. "Sheldon?" she murmured, appearing confused by his presence.
"Yes," he hissed. "Get out. I'm sleeping here tonight."
"What?" Bernadette whispered. "No, you go back to your room."
"You go back to your room!" Sheldon countered quickly. "I'm the travel supervisor, and you made reservations to a room in your name, Miss Rostenkowski, not Wolowitz's. The hotel staff will not be amused when they find out you're occupying a different room instead."
Bernadette blinked. "Why would they find out?"
Sheldon looked down at her haughtily. "Because I will tell them."
He knew he had her beat with this. Bernadette narrowed her eyes at him for a second, before climbing out of the bed and grabbing her bag from the foot of the bed. "You're so annoying, Sheldon," she hissed, and powerwalked out of the door.
Well¸ he had heard that many times before. It didn't even bother him that much anymore. He glanced at Amy's sleeping form as Bernadette closed the door none too gently. Amy continued to sleep soundly. The ideal travel roommate indeed, he thought.
He regarded the now empty bed with distaste. Both Penny's and Bernadette's germs were in there. He shuddered with repressed repulsion. He quickly moved to the bed and stripped the still warm sheets off it. He moved methodically. He balled them up, and put them on the bathroom floor.
He was just opening the closet to get out the extra set of sheets there – if his room had extra's in the closet, then so would this one – when he heard a whimper of sorts come from the other bed.
It was gone within a second, and he pulled out the sheets and pillowcase. When he positioned them on the bed, the whimpering sounds started again. Louder this time.
Sheldon looked at Amy with curious eyes. He had heard her mention the night terrors once, during one of their conversations about the effects REM sleep had on the brain. Was she having one now? Sheldon remembered her descriptions, and they seemed to match her current state.
Thrashing around, whimpering, moaning, restless legs.
He took a deep breath. He wasn't getting any sleep at all tonight. What had he ever done to deserve this? Hadn't he saved a nun's life once?
Maybe it would stop.
He was in the middle of putting the fitted sheet around the mattress, when the whimpers turned into full-on moans, and the thrashing from before was nothing compared to what was happening right now. If he didn't know any better, it looked like Amy was being assaulted by an invisible attacker.
What was it Penny had said, stroke her hair?
Sheldon gulped. Pin her down?
He walked over to the bed, and stared at her.
Amy's face was scrunched up in worry or pain (really, he could never tell anyone's facial expression) and her hair was a tangled mess on her pillow. She was moving around, her arms flailing and her legs restless. Her jaw looked tense.
Where those tears in the corners of her eyes?
She was mumbling now, and really sounded in distress.
Sheldon sighed again, and figured he couldn't just leave her there. He was raised a gentleman after all. He bent down a bit and moved his hand over the tangled mess of hair on her head, attempting to stroke her hair as she had suggested. Amy lashed out at him though, her jaw opening and closing as if she was devouring a piece of particularly juicy meat and she narrowly missed his fingers.
Sheldon's heart rate increased in shock. This wouldn't do. How was he supposed to stroke her hair if she was biting him?
He tried again, but Amy's head turned towards his hand again, her teeth bared and menacing. And on top of that, her legs had started to kick up now as well and her entire body was involuntarily moving about. She had kicked the sheets of her, and Sheldon looked away quickly when he saw how much her nightgown had ridden up.
Taking a deep breath, Sheldon quickly assessed the situation. If the only way to calm her down would be to stroke her hair, he really had no choice but to hold her body down while he did so. There was no way he was even able to stroke her hair now, cause every time his hands came even close to her, her head was moving out of his way.
He really was a good friend, he concluded, as he climbed on top of the bed. Amy would be in his debt for a long time for this.
Climbing on top of her turned out to be no easy task as her legs kicked out and hit his knee rather hard. Sheldon groaned in pain. Losing his patience now, he quickly moved on top of her. His legs pinning both her thighs down, his chest flushed with hers and his arms on top of hers.
Pinning her arms together by her wrists with one hand, he was able to free his dominant right one to move to her hair. Amy was completely immobile now by his body weight, but her head kept moving from side to side, tiny worrisome moans escaping her throat. She kept resisting him, and he had to press her down more firmly into the mattress to stop her from trying to free her legs.
Amy bucked against him and Sheldon gasped as her shockingly heated centre pushed up against him.
This was really the most inconvenient time to have his body respond to whatever stimulation this was. He willed his body to work with him instead of against him, and focussed on the task at hand.
Amy was still moaning and half crying, pushing her arms against his. Sheldon moved his hand up her head and stroked her hair like he would a cat.
"Sssshhh," he hushed.
She stilled a bit, but not fully. Sheldon continued to stroke her hair, and found himself moving into her even more. Before he really understood how it happened, he was fully on top of her, his knees between her opened legs, his upper legs pressing her thighs down, his ahem… lower body snugly against the warmth between her legs. Her chest heaved against his, and he could feel the hardened nubs of her nipples rake against his chest through both their night clothes.
It was all too stimulating for him.
Sheldon cursed his own body once again. This really wasn't the time to get an erection, while he was taking care of a friend. It never was a good time to have an erection in his opinion, but especially not now.
Sheldon diverted his attention once again to the matter at hand. Amy wasn't moving her head around that much anymore, and Sheldon moved his head to the side of her face, still making shushing noises and humming softly. Her hair smelled of pine needles and the scent reminded him of the real Christmas trees his grandparents used to have. He couldn't get enough of it.
"It's okay," he muttered, and he felt Amy breathe in deeply, her chest brushing against his again. Sheldon felt his blood rush south and he closed his eyes tightly. He was a Homo Novus. He was above this, these baser urges. Why would his body betray him so with the simple stimulation of laying on top of a female and have her feminine parts pressed against him like this?
He moved his hips away from hers a little, hoping the loss of stimuli would get rid of his erection quickly.
"It's alright, Amy," he mumbled into her hair, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.
She stirred underneath him, and Sheldon heard her breathing pattern change. Was she awake? He couldn't be sure. He continued to stroke her hair and murmur in her ear. He could feel her gentle exhales against his own ear, and he was chagrined to find that was yet another stimulus.
Amy let out a shuddering breath underneath him.
"Sheldon?" she questioned softly. She sounded hesitant.
"Sssh," Sheldon repeated, his face deep in her hair because he suddenly couldn't get enough of the scent of pine needles that came from her there. "It's okay, you're alright."
She pressed against the hand that held her wrists.
"Sheldon, I'm awake."
Sheldon stilled. He moved his face from her hair, and looked into her eyes. It was hard to see in the dark. The remnants of her earlier tears still clung to her lashes.
"You're alright," Sheldon repeated unnecessarily. He was still on top of her.
"Y-y-yes," Amy stuttered. She looked uncomfortable. "I had to come from far, I guess."
Sheldon nodded. He had figured as much.
"You're alright now," he said again, wondering why he kept repeating the same phrase again and again.
But Amy's eyes filled with tears, and Sheldon felt her breathe in deeply. He wished she didn't, it made her breasts move up against him and he was still in no physical shape to be touching more of her than he already was. Amy swallowed with great difficulty, she was blinking rapidly. Was she trying to stop herself from crying?
"It was just a dream, Amy," Sheldon whispered, his eyes looking into hers. If it wasn't so dark in the room, he would be able to make out the look in her eyes. He didn't know how to process her expression now.
"I know," she murmured. "It just felt real."
Sheldon had had his fair share of realistic dreams. Most of them were just that though, dreams. He didn't want to think about what Amy had been dreaming about to have her move around like this. As if she was being attacked. Should he comfort her more? His hand was still poised in her hair. He could stroke it again. The other hand was still on the wrists above her head.
Sheldon blinked in realisation. Since all his blood had decided to flow south to his genitals, his brain was slow to realise something of great importance: he was still holding her down.
Why was he still on top of her?
Should he move off her? He probably should. Right?
Sheldon felt a flush move over his face. His body wasn't working with him. He wanted to move off of her, he was certain. Yet he seemed frozen in place on top of her. Paralysed with fear. Or paralysed with something else. But what?
"Sheldon?" Amy asked again, moving her wrists against his hand.
Sheldon was just about to let go of her hands and move off her, when Amy beat him to it. She moved her hands again and at the same time pushed at his body with her hips.
"Don't!" Sheldon gasped, but it was too late.
He could only watch in horror as the realisation of what she just brushed up against moved over her face. He closed his eyes briefly – the movement against him felt even better than he had feared – and breathed out harshly.
"The act of pinning you down seemed to have caused an involuntary response to my…" Sheldon trailed off, trying to do some sort of damage control.
Even in the dark, Sheldon could see Amy blush.
"I'm a biologist, Sheldon," she replied in her usual robotic tone – but her voice wavered. "It's perfectly logical that your body responds to certain external stimuli, such as the feeling of my body under yours…"
Sheldon nodded, glad she understood. Amy always understood. That was one of the reasons he had come to appreciate her friendship so much.
"Or the predatory way you're holding me down. It's a common practice among male mammals to assert dominance in mating. A physiological response when mimicking such movements is not only logical, it's downright common."
"Right," Sheldon mumbled in response. While he disliked being called common, he found comfort in Amy's explanations of his treacherous body.
Her voice had been rather breathless when she explained it, though.
His hand on her wrists moved to the inside of one of them, and he counted her heartbeats in his head, quickly calculating as he went. Amy was a healthy female. A heartrate of around 100 BPM should not be normal for a woman in her physical shape.
He held her gaze. Their breathing had evened out. The both of them were breathing out shallowly. Sheldon watched as her tongue slowly darted out and wet her lips. The sight caused his already painfully hard member in his pants to stir.
It made him wonder. Was she experiencing this sudden attraction as well?
He just needed to check something else to see if his assumptions were correct.
But Amy was ahead of him again. She bit her lip. The hotness between her opened legs pushed up against him again.
Sheldon gasped.
"Hoo!" Amy exclaimed.
There was no need to check anything anymore. He remembered that sound and what it represented.
Like some sort of magnetic pull, his mouth crashed against hers. Her lips moved against his with little to no confidence, but that didn't stop him from moving against her with the a certain amount of vigour. It was awkward and hot and wet. Sheldon lowered his body onto hers again, and gasped into her mouth when their lower bodies touched.
She felt so warm against him. Amy whimpered underneath him.
The sound of her whimpers caused what little blood was left in his brain to leave for his genitals as well.
He released her wrists and he blindly groped her. His hands were moving on their own accord, grabbing her thighs, feeling the supple skin under his palms, moving them up to brush over her stomach.
Amy's hands were in his hair, pulling it softly. Sheldon panted in response, and her tongue moved against his opened mouth. He was hesitant, but his body acted before his mind could interfere again. Their tongues moved against each other, and Amy increased her upwards movements against him.
It was a good thing that Amy was a biologist, really, Sheldon thought. At least she would understand that it was merely some sort of biological urge that had come over him that made him act like this. This wasn't like him. This was the behaviour of some sort of regular Homo Sapiens acting on his hormones.
Amy would understand.
But Amy appeared to be acting on some sort of hormone infused urge as well. She was moving against him, and mewling sounds escaped her throat. Her breasts kept brushing against him and while Sheldon disliked to be touched in general, there was something about her warm body under his that had him burrowing into her.
He could not get close enough.
His hips pushed into her just as she pressed upwards and the heat. It burned him. He needed it. Craved it all of a sudden.
His hand moved from her tummy to the waistband of her panties. He figured Amy would stop him if she didn't want this – right? But she didn't appear to want to stop him at all. She lifted her bottom off the bed, assisting him in removing her underwear. Sheldon rolled off her, lying next to her on his side, so she could kick the panties off her legs.
He was breathing deeply. Amy regarded him with wide eyes, her chest heaved. There was a flicker of nerves in her eyes.
But she fisted his pyjama top roughly and pulled her mouth to his.
Sheldon rolled on top of her again. Their tongues moved against each other and it was so wet but he didn't feel the revulsion he had expected. It made his stomach constrict, but in a good nervous kind of way.
Amy grabbed his hand and moved it down to that infernal heat. Sheldon pulled away from her, breathing deeply as he tried to look in her eyes. Did she want him to touch her there? He didn't really know what to do. Well, he knew pretty much everything and he could remember every conversation he ever heard. He just had no hands-on experience doing this – pun intended.
Amy let out a breathy moan when his fingers touched her there. She was soft and slick with wetness. Amy still held his hand and she moved her hips against him. His fingers caught on the hardened nub at the front of her body, he knew enough about the female anatomy to know what that was. The sounds she made when he brushed against it drove him insane.
He was slowly losing his mind. Usually when he would get an erection he would take care of it swiftly, without drawing it out or taking too much time for it. But now. He had been erect for much longer than he was used to and he just… Could. Not. Take. It. Anymore.
He needed a release. And fast.
He kissed her again, urgently. His fingers moved down through the slickness between her legs, and his index finger slipped inside her. Amy moaned into his mouth and something inside Sheldon's brain short-circuited.
He had been wrong before. He didn't just need a release anymore. He needed to feel this tight, wet heat around him as soon as possible.
He moved above her awkwardly, pushing down his pyjama pants and briefs and freeing his aching member. He groaned in relief. He grasped her hips with both hands and covered her body with his once more.
"Amy," he said between kisses, lowering his hips between her legs. He gasped in shock as he came into contact with the warmth and wet part of her there.
"Amy, I don't have any protection - -" he panted, but he slipped lower and lower.
"Just pull out," she breathed back, her hands on his shoulders, pulling him towards her. Sheldon grunted.
"Amy, coitus interruptus has a failure rate of 15 to 28 percent and - -"
Amy bucked up her hips and the head of his erection brushed against her opening. Sheldon groaned loudly. She already felt too good. He was so high strung. Even if he did manage to pull out, there was no telling if he'd even managed to make this a good experience for her as well.
"Please, Sheldon," Amy begged softly, "I won't get pregnant this time of month anyway…"
That was really all the persuasion he needed. He trusted her. Plus, she was a biologist.
And if he were honest with himself; he was already persuaded by her begging him in that breathy voice. They kissed again, in some sort of promise it seemed.
Sheldon moved his hips forward. Except for the wetness there, her body was uncompliant for him to enter her. He halted, breathing deeply. Amy's hands were squeezing his shoulders tightly, her nails making crescent-like shapes on the skin there.
"Go on," Amy mumbled anyway, breathless.
Sheldon's eyes moved over her face, she looked pained. He was at war with himself; rationally this was all going way too fast, but physically he wanted nothing else but to drive his hips forward entirely, taking her. Claiming her.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue caressing hers in her mouth. He grasped her hips and let his instincts take over. He swallowed Amy's cries of pain and discomfort as he drove into her fully. His eyes rolled back into his head. God, this felt good.
She was hot and wet and soft and tight, so tight around him. Her body quivered and it almost set him off immediately.
He was breathing as if he had run a mile.
"Amy," he panted. His face had fallen in her neck again, his lips moving over the tendons there.
She was still breathing shallowly. Sheldon moved his mouth over her neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin there. He could feel her relax a little underneath him.
"Okay?" he asked softly, all of his usual eloquence out of the window now.
Amy nodded her head, but her face still looked tense. Sheldon kissed her again, and slowly pulled his hips back from her. He inhaled deeply and entered her again as slow as he could muster, his body trembling with the effort it took him not to drive into her like his hindbrain was telling him.
Amy breathed out, and she moaned softly as his lower body came fully into contact with hers. Sheldon swallowed thickly. He was not going to do well at this. She felt too good around him, her body seemed to be more welcoming of his thrusts into her with every push of his hips.
He couldn't accurately describe the feeling of her wrapped so tightly around her.
Sheldon looked at her again. Amy was looking up at him in wonder, her eyebrows scrunched up in a look that made the tingles in his lower body multiply. Her mouth was open, her breathing laboured. Her back was arched, as if she couldn't be close enough to him.
She looked divine.
Sheldon felt overcome with some sort of appreciation for her he hadn't felt before. His entire body tingled with some sort of warmth, and it seemed entirely related to this intimate connection they had at the moment.
Amy whimpered, and suddenly he was pulled in even deeper inside her; her legs had wrapped around is hips. "Ohh," she moaned and the sound was music to his ears.
Sheldon groaned.
"Dear Lord, Amy," he grunted, "you feel incredible."
Amy keened in response, her hips moving against his. Sheldon groaned loudly. He was pumping into her steadily now.
"How does this feel?" he asked breathlessly, needing to know if she was experiencing this same feeling as he was; this unreal, but incredible feeling of closeness combined with shocks of electric pleasure running through his veins.
Amy moaned, her back arching again, it caused their lower bodies to brush together. Amy cried out, and she wrapped her legs tightly around him now, holding him close, so she could rub herself against him.
"Ahh, Sheldon," her voice was high-pitched. "So, so good… I'm gonna - - I'm gonna…"
She was unable to finish her sentence and cried out, her fingernails making marks in his shoulders again as she shook against him.
Sheldon gasped for breath. She was squeezing around him like a vice, her inner walls throbbing and pulsating. It was as if she was milking dry, squeezing him to a point of pain. Amazing. It was too much. Too much.
He knew he needed to retreat, and retreat NOW, but his hindbrain was stronger than his rationality and instead of pulling out like they had discussed, he pushed into her even deeper.
He thrusted into her once more, hard and deep. He groaned in her ear as the feeling of orgasm took over. The relief washed over him, and the warmth of her pulsing body made it even more intense than usual. His release shot deep inside her, his entire body trembling with exertion.
The both of them were panting.
Amy's hands moved over his back, which was slick with sweat now. Her legs slipped off his lower back. Sheldon pushed himself up off her. His softening penis slipped out of her, and fell down next to her on the bed. He was still catching his breath.
It took him about a minute for the realisation of what just happened to sink in. He had engaged in sexual intercourse with Amy Farrah Fowler. He had engaged in unprotected sexual intercourse with Amy Farrah Fowler. He had had coitus and he had loved it.
The panic settled in about ten seconds later. "I didn't pull out," he muttered, turning his head to look at Amy's face.
She gave him a look. "I figured as much already, Sheldon," she deadpanned. "I hadn't expected to actually be able to feel you ejaculate inside me, but I could."
Sheldon raised his eyebrows at her. Something about her usual detached manner of speaking irked him. While he normally appreciated her directness and rational look on life, to have her talk like this now, seemed a bit off. He felt somewhat insulted. Hadn't they experienced some sort of connection just now? Maybe it had just been him who was so overcome with feelings.
Was he suddenly getting sentimental?
"I'm sorry," he said anyway, needing to apologize for violating their earlier agreement.
"From a biological standpoint, the instinct to ejaculate into the vagina is easily explained," Amy shrugged. "We'll have Leonard stop by Walgreens on the way back tomorrow for Plan B."
Sheldon stared at her. It had been just him who was overcome with emotion from what they just did.
"Alright," he said.
Amy sat up and winced in pain. She climbed out of the bed carefully. "I should void my bladder to avoid a urinary infection," she mumbled, the pain audible in her voice.
"Amy," Sheldon called after her. He quickly scrambled out of bed, hoisting up his pyjama pants and briefs in the process.
"Amy!" he repeated, grasping her arm and turning her around before she could reach the bathroom. There were tears in her eyes again. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice small.
"Pain is to be expected with the loss of virginity," Amy droned on, her voice void of emotion, "I'm alright."
Sheldon narrowed his eyes at her. "Your statement doesn't coincide with your current appearance," he mumbled. And he didn't know why, but his hands were moving on their own accord again, caressing her arms and cupping her face to make her look at him.
"I'm fine, Sheldon," she stated, looking up at him, with a smile that didn't seem sincere.
Something constricted in his chest. Had his sudden biological urges messed up his friendship with her? He had never met anyone before who was this similar to him, so understanding of him and his quirks. He would never forgive himself if he had managed to ruin this friendship because he 'couldn't keep it in his pants', so to speak.
"Alright," he murmured. He nodded at her and let her go to the bathroom.
He quickly removed the dirty sheets from her bed – he tried not to cringe when he saw the stains of blood there, and he felt bile in his throat when he realised her blood would be on his privates as well. He dumped the soiled sheets in the corner of the room and resumed making the other bed. He had been about halfway when this whole thing started.
Amy walked out of the bathroom and looked at the scene in front of her hesitantly.
Sheldon looked at her. Just the sight of her in her nightgown caused his blood to flow lower again. What was happening to him?
"There are no more clean sheets," he mumbled. "I'll file a complaint with the front desk tomorrow, that they should have two sets of extra sheets if there's two beds in a room."
Amy looked at him blankly.
Sheldon looked away. Why was this so awkward? They had just had coitus for crying out loud!
"Why don't you get comfortable, and I'll join you in a bit," he said, pulling back to the corner of the duvet of her. He walked over to the bathroom, feeling sticky with bodily fluids. He needed to wash up.
"Join me?" Amy repeated, her eyebrow raised in surprise.
Sheldon stared at her. Apparently the increase of oxytocin and endorphins in her blood levels lessened her ability to think quickly.
He stood in front of her now.
"Well," he said, "I'm certainly not going back to my room to witness Penny and Leonard engage in disappointing coitus."
He raised an eyebrow at her and took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was going to say next. He moved his hand over her hair and caressed her cheek softly.
"I'd rather have another try at coitus with you instead," he whispered. "If you'll let me."
Amy's eyes widened in shock, and Sheldon wondered if he could interpret that as a confirmation that she wanted that as well.
She met his lips readily when he bent down to kiss her, and Sheldon knew he didn't need to wonder anymore.
She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
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