Part V
8x14 The Troll Manifestation
"Stephen Hawking liked our paper," Leonard said, in awe. "He said the premise is intriguing."
It took Sheldon about a second before he could no longer hide the excitement from his face. He turned to Leonard enthusiastically. "Good to see you again, Mr. Stephen-Hawking-Liked-Our-Paper."
"And you as well," Leonard chimed in, "Mr. Our-Premise-Is-Intriguing."
Amy was squirming in her seat on Penny's couch. Reading her own fanfiction out loud to the girls had been strangely arousing. It made her think back to a different time, when she was still desperate for any form of affection from Sheldon. How times had changed now; she could at least count on a few of his kisses every date night now.
She smiled at the thought.
Yet the act of reading her old writing made her long-forgotten longing for Sheldon's affection return. A yearning, really.
Her phone buzzed in her bag. They were down to their last drops of wine now, and the evening had gotten later than she had anticipated in the first place. She got out her phone and her heart skipped at beat at the sight of Sheldon's name in her screen.
From: Sheldon
Are you still at Penny's?
Just then, the door to Penny's apartment opened and Leonard entered. He seemed really happy for some reason. "Hi," he said, grinning. He walked up to Penny and pulled her in for a kiss. Amy averted her gaze. Her relationship with Sheldon may have progressed to some extent now, it was nowhere near the level of intimacy her friends had with their significant others. It still made her jealous sometimes.
"Oh, Amy, you're still here," Leonard said. "Sheldon was about to get ready for bed, but if you hurry, you'll catch him in time."
Amy furrowed her brow. Something must have happened. Sheldon wasn't usually one to appreciate unannounced visits, let alone this late at night.
"I was just leaving, I guess I can go see what's up," she said, raising her eyebrows at both Leonard and Penny. The former was smirking at her.
Bernadette hugged her goodbye at the top of the stairs. Amy turned to the door of 4A. She turned the knob, and entered easily. Sheldon was nowhere to be seen. "Sheldon?" she called out, walking into the living room. It was already dark. The only light came from the hallway at the end of the living room and some from the window.
Amy put down her bag and coat near the door and walked into the apartment. "Sheldon?" she called again.
Maybe she had missed him. He was probably already in bed by now.
She was just about to turn around, when Sheldon called from the bathroom. "Leonard? Did you come back?"
The object of her affections walked out of the bathroom in just a robe.
Amy blushed immediately and was glad the room was this dark, for every single scene she ever thought out between Amelia and Cooper the time-traveling physicist flashed through her mind at the sight of his bare chest between the lapels of his robe.
"Amy!" Sheldon called out in surprise.
Amy prepared to turn around of make excuses for her unannounced and uninvited presence in his apartment, when she saw a huge grin break out on Sheldon's face. He all but ran to her, and Amy's eyes widened.
"Amy, the most amazing thing happened," Sheldon gushed, sounding as if they announced a new Star Wars/Trek movie.
When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, lifting her from the ground and swinging her around. Amy's arms moved around his shoulders automatically to keep from falling as she was airborne suddenly. She laughed out of pure shock. "Sheldon!" she exclaimed, half-laughing still. "What's gotten into you?"
Sheldon put her down, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "Did you know," he grinned, "you, little lady, are dating the man whose work Professor Stephen Hawking called 'intriguing'… He liked my work, Amy!"
Amy could only grin along with him at his blatant enthusiasm.
But Sheldon was more than just enthused. He made a half-groaning sound in the back of his throat, and scooped her up in his arms again. "Can you believe it?" he asked, his breath on her ear and his arms holding her against him tightly.
What Amy couldn't believe was the fact that he was able to scoop her up from the ground without breaking a sweat. Her earlier arousal returned tenfold.
"Of course I can, Sheldon," she said, pulling her head back a little, so she could look at him. It was strange being able to look him in the eye from this angle. Her face was never above his. But then again, her body was also never pressed this close to his either.
Sheldon's eyes twinkled. "Of course," he said, slightly breathless. "You know how ridiculously bright your boyfriend is."
Amy's stomach constricted and she inhaled shakily. There was something about him referring to himself as her boyfriend that did something to her. The look in his eyes changed and Amy watched his pupils dilate. She was suddenly very aware of how closely their bodies where pressed together.
"Yes," she whispered, her heart beating a mile a minute now. She felt like Amelia did whenever Cooper was around. Only in real life it felt even more intense than she had ever written it.
She could feel everything, her belly pressed up against his chest, one of his arms holding her firmly against him around her waist, the other against the back of her thighs. Effortlessly, it seemed. That realisation made her arousal increase even more than the act of being this close to him.
"Amy," Sheldon muttered, his eyes imploring hers. Amy gasped slightly at the intensity of his gaze. His eyes bore through her. Amy trembled.
Almost hesitantly, his lips brushed against hers. Amy's heart raced. Tentatively, she kissed him back. His mouth crashed against hers in response. His lips moved over hers hurriedly, and Amy moaned softly in his mouth.
He shifted her in his arms, and Amy was lifted even higher. Amy moved her hands from his shoulders to his neck, holding onto him as their mouths continued to brush against each other. She felt Sheldon's hand move from holding her by her thighs against him, to the outside of her leg. After a second of tugging, Amy realized he intended for her to wrap her leg around him.
She pulled back from his face, panting slightly. Why did she wear such long skirts?
Sheldon was breathing rather deeply as well. He looked rather shocked.
"Amy, I don't know what came over me, I'm sor- -"
"No!" Amy cut him off as quickly as he could. Sheldon had already lowered her to the ground as he spoke. Amy quickly grabbed the sides of her skirt, and hoisted it up to just under her butt. She repositioned her hands on his shoulders again and pulled his face closer to hers.
"Don't you dare apologize for this," she whispered against his mouth and pressed her lips to his. Sheldon groaned softly, and Amy's heart soared when she felt his hands grasp her butt. She jumped up back into his arms, wrapping her legs around him in the progress.
It was way more intimate than anything they had ever done. Amy felt her entire body blush when she registered his hands on her bottom, holding her close to him. She may or may not have moaned into his mouth when she realised how she had spread herself open for him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Which she guessed it was. Especially after spending an evening reading about their alter ego's doing it in a bath tub in the 1800s.
But there was something about Sheldon tonight that had her even more high strung than usual. He exuded confidence on a whole other level. It was incredibly sexy. And the way he just lifted her up from the ground like she weighed nothing, made her slick with arousal.
Their mouths moved over each other, brushing and kissing and nibbling. What had come over him? Amy sure wasn't going to complain. She was getting more aroused by the second though. His hands holding her close to him by her bottom affected her greatly. She grasped onto his shoulders and pulled herself even closer to him, pushing her breasts in his neck and her upper body flush against his.
Sheldon made another groaning sound in the back of his throat. He pulled away from her mouth and pressed kisses to her jaw and neck instead.
"It's been years since I've made such a break-through overnight, Amy," he muttered between kisses, "and the response has been amazing…" He was kissing her under her ear now, and the effect that had on her was insane.
"Uhh, " Amy moaned, pressing her lower body closer to him, "has it?"
"Yes," Sheldon panted, his hands squeezing her butt, "insightful, innovative… But Hawking, Amy. Hawking liked my paper. Very much."
His hands had somehow ended up under her skirt, and he either didn't notice that he was practically palming her naked ass through her tights or he didn't care. Or he wanted to. Amy squealed when his hands moved lower and closer to where she was practically burning for him.
"That's incredible, Sheldon," she said breathlessly. His mouth was still kissing her neck and Amy was slowly but steadily losing her mind. "I'm so proud of you."
Sheldon groaned in her neck. One of Amy's arms slipped from his neck to his shoulder, and ended up on his upper arm. She couldn't suppress the gasp in appreciation when she felt the tenseness of his flexed bicep. When had he gotten this muscular?
"Sheldon," Amy muttered out of breath still, but just now fully registering what he had been saying. "You wrote this overnight?"
Sheldon hummed affirmatively in her neck, his lips nibbling at her pulse point.
"Oh!" Amy moaned. "Th-that's really impressive… I can't wait to read it."
"Hold on," he grumbled, giving her ass a final squeeze.
Amy thought for a second he would put her in front of his laptop and have her read this paper, but he did nothing of the sort.
Amy yelped when he started to walk towards his bedroom, with her still in his arms. She clung to him, crossing her ankles behind his back and her arms around is shoulders. One of his hands let go of her ass and opened the door to his bedroom. He walked in and kicked the door closed behind him.
Amy could count the times she had been in his bedroom on one hand. It was strange being there with just a dim nightlight beside his bed. Not to mention the fact that the air around them bypassed even the tension between them when they played Dungeons & Dragons here.
Sheldon laid her down surprisingly gently on his bed.
"Sheldon?" Amy questioned, her heart going into overdrive with sudden anticipation.
He was hanging over her, his hands pulling the spencer she wore over her head. Amy held her breath as she fell back down on the bed.
"The Cooper-Hofstadter hypothesis," Sheldon muttered, his hands now working open the buttons of her blouse, "imagines our three-space as the surface of an N-dimensional superfluid bubble…"
Amy took a shuddering breath as her upper body was revealed to him and she silently thanked a deity she didn't believe in that she was wearing one of her nicer bras today. Sheldon paused his lecture and looked at her, his eyes cataloguing her body once again. He had seen her once before, when she had pretended to be ill. But that was years ago. Things had changed between them.
Like the fact that Sheldon was just wearing a bathrobe and she could see some definite tenting below the belt holding the robe closed.
Warmth rushed through her at the realisation that he was aroused. By her.
She looked up into Sheldon's face and noticed that he had red blotches on his cheeks. He looked at her, is eyes unblinking and questioning. He seemed less confident now. Amy exhaled shakily and gave him a tiny nod.
Sheldon's hands were on her bunched up skirt now, loosening the button and lowering the zipper. "When you think that through, and work out all the math correctly…" he continued, pulling her skirt and tights down her legs simultaneously now, "like only I can in just a night…"
Amy lifted herself from the bed and chucked off her blouse. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest.
Sheldon raised himself up again after pulling off her shoes and dumping them together with her tights and skirt on the floor at the foot of his bed. Amy regarded him anxiously. She was just in her underwear now. On his bed. She was trembling with nerves.
Sheldon was looking at her like she was his prize for hard work the night before.
Maybe she was.
She regarded him nervously and unclasped her bra on her back, lowering the straps down her arms and throwing it near her blouse.
Sheldon's eyes roamed over her chest almost hungrily.
Her mouth dropped open when he pulled off his robe without preamble. He was completely naked underneath. She averted her eyes quickly to his face, but could still see all of him clearly in her peripheral vision. And there was a lot to see there.
Sheldon raised an eyebrow at her, and his earlier confidence back with a vengeance. Amy swallowed thickly, trying to get rid of her sudden dry throat. Sheldon climbed on top of the bed again, crawling over her.
He lowered himself on her, his face level with her belly button. He pressed kisses to the sensitive skin there, slowly making his way up. "The math will show a spherical multidimensional superfluid…" he murmured, and was kissing the skin between her breasts now, and Amy was sure he could feel her heart beat rapidly beneath her chest, "…shows the same negative energy density as space-time…"
He had reached her face again and his mouth covered hers. Amy moaned in his mouth, her tongue darting out to taste him. Sheldon grunted and lowered his body on top of hers. He was almost crushing her, but Amy could only feel tingles wherever his skin touched hers.
Their tongues met between their mouths and Amy moaned when she felt Sheldon's hand envelop one of her breasts. His touch was timid at first, but quickly turned more confident when she pushed her breast up into his palm.
Amy's mind was in overdrive. She could feel Sheldon's erection press against her thigh. He was obviously trying to turn her on even more than she already was. Didn't he realise she was practically the most turned on she had ever been? She squirmed underneath him, her hands holding onto his arms. Feeling bold, she opened her legs underneath him, and he positioned himself between them easily.
"Ah!" she gasped, feeling his hard member press against the hot part of her, only covered by a pair of skimpy panties. She breathed out heavily, just this one brush against her throbbing and sodded centre had her almost coming against him.
Sheldon groaned above her. His left hand moved down to her waist and gripped the panties she wore. "Is this okay?" he whispered.
Amy's heart soared. Of course he would ask for consent. Ever the gentleman.
"Yes," Amy breathed out, her voice shaking. She couldn't believe this was actually happening.
Sheldon shamelessly stared at her lady parts after he pulled her panties off of her. Amy blushed and moved to close her legs, but his hand held her legs open. "Let me see you," he muttered. Amy closed her eyes tightly, unable to look at him now, and let him hold her legs open.
She was so focussed on the sudden anxiety she tried to keep at bay – Sheldon was looking at her privates! – that she yelped when she felt his fingers caressing the inside of her thighs suddenly. Her eyes shot open and she gasped for breath. She was way too aroused. The amount of wetness between her legs was ridiculous. Amy blushed with embarrassment, closing her eyes again.
"Amy," Sheldon breathed, his voice sounded really close.
She whimpered softly, and responded automatically when his lips kissed hers again. This she knew, she could handle this. They kissed deeply, and Sheldon swallowed her groan as his fingers moved against her. They glided easily against her swollen centre, exploring her.
Amy pulled away from his face with a gasp when one of his fingers moved over her clit. Her hands grasped his arms tightly, squeezing his biceps in response. The tingles she was used to feeling were at least twice as intense as when she did this herself.
"Ahh," she mewled desperately when Sheldon repeated the movement.
"Like this?" Sheldon asked, barely moving over her again. It was a torturously teasing, the amount of stimulation he gave her.
"Sheldon…" Amy moaned desperately. "Please."
He didn't change what he was doing, just this incredibly soft, barely-there caresses against her. Amy felt lightheaded. She was going insane. In a desperate attempt to get more friction, she started to move her hips against him, but he didn't do what she wanted.
"Harder Sheldon, please," she keened, her voice hoarse from moaning.
He increased the pressure on her, his finger moving steadily against her now. Stars burst behind Amy's eyes almost immediately. She trembled underneath him. Sheldon's face was in her neck again, kissing her under her ear.
"Am I satisfying you?" he muttered, his lips grazing over her ear in the process.
Amy whimpered softly. He moved his hand around against her, and the pressure on her clit increased suddenly. "Oh!" Amy exclaimed. She felt one of his fingers slowly enter her. She faintly heard Sheldon gasp in her ear. In awe, in surprise? She couldn't be sure.
His fingers were longer and thicker than hers. He was able to reach a part inside her that Amy had always assumed was a myth. An involuntary high pitched sound escaped from her throat. The earlier stars that burst behind her eyelids paled in comparison to the explosions that were going on now.
"Sheldon…" she murmured, her voice whiny and breathless. She must sound absurd, but she was no longer capable to make any other sounds. He kept up his ministrations inside her. Amy's breath caught in her throat when she felt him retreat his finger from inside her and push two fingers inside her now.
She breathed out shakily adjusting to the feeling of two of his fingers inside her. She felt stretched, but he quickly diverted her attention when his fingers brushed against that spot inside her. Sheldon was kissing her neck simultaneously and it was almost too much for her.
She was approaching orgasm really fast. But it was different like this. Sheldon breathing in her neck, the warmth of his body above her, their chests brushing against each other, the feeling of his erect penis pressing against the outside of her thigh…
Amy could only moan and tremble underneath him as he brought her to heights she never imagined possible. "Amy…" Sheldon mumbled in her ear, his thumb brushing over her clit again, triggering her orgasm. She gasped loudly.
Amy convulsed underneath him, her body seizing, her fingers squeezing his arms to a point of pain probably. The explosions were multiplying inside her; wave after wave of pleasure burst through her, she could feel her muscles clamping down on Sheldon's fingers inside her. A warmth spread through her. Her back felt slick with sweat. She was panting shallowly.
Sheldon kept moving his fingers inside her, milking out her orgasm until Amy could only squirm under his ministrations, too sensitive to his touch now. She fell back onto the mattress, feeling totally spent. Amy opened her eyes languidly and blushed when she saw the way Sheldon looked at her.
There was an intensity in his eyes and an arrogance to the way he smirked down at her. It made Amy's stomach squirm in anticipation. He didn't look at all done with her.
"I think it's safe to say that I succeeded in satisfying you," he said smugly.
Amy chuckled softly. She was still coming down from her high. She couldn't even be embarrassed by her body's responses to him. "Yes," she whispered softly.
"I'm succeeding at everything in life right now," Sheldon noted, smirking down at her. "As if my academic prowess wasn't enough, I was able to bring you to orgasm with just a few instructions on your part."
He swooped down on her, kissing her deeply. His arrogance and confidence reignited the earlier fire in her belly. Their tongues met again, and slowly moved over one another. Amy grasped his shoulders and pushed at them, making Sheldon roll off her and lay down on his back instead.
She figured if he could be this confident, so could she.
Right?
Sheldon looked at her with raised eyebrows. Amy moved herself up, half-leaning on his chest and kissed him again. She was not going to let this opportunity pass her by now. She finally had a naked and willing Sheldon with her in a bed.
She let her hand wander across his chest, feeling the planes of his pecs and the quivering muscles on his belly as she moved her hand lower and lower. She halted a little when she reached his bellybutton. If her alter ego Amelia could do this to Cooper in the 1800s, she figured she could do this in the present-day as well.
Amy pulled back from his face and looked into Sheldon's eyes. If he didn't want this, now was the time to stop her. Sheldon made no move to stop her, he just kept looking at her with a penetrating gaze.
She enveloped his shaft with her hand and was taken aback by the feel of him. He throbbed in her hand, firm but soft to the touch. She felt blood pumping through the veins under her fingers.
Sheldon looked at her, and Amy tried to read his expression as she started to move her hand up and down. He let out a shuddering breath and a rather loud moan and Amy was reminded of the time she gave him instructions on how to massage his shoulder. That chorus of moans had been enough to get her off for weeks.
He kept breathing deeply now, and Amy increased her pace. She didn't know what she was doing. Should she grip him harder? Squeeze him?
"Like this?" she asked, timidly.
Sheldon's hand gripped hers and he made her squeeze him harder, and move her over him at a faster pace. When he seemed satisfied, he let go of her hand. He groaned deeply now. "Oh, yesss," he grumbled, reclining further on the bed as she kept up the movement without his hand helping her now.
He grabbed her face and pulled her towards him, kissing her mouth roughly. "Dear lord, Amy," he gasped into her mouth. He was moaning under her and Amy could understand the earlier confidence he exuded. She felt powerful like this, being able to render him speechless with just her hands.
It made her wonder how he would respond if she used something else instead.
"Am I satisfying you?" she parroted his earlier question back to him, knowing fully well she was.
Sheldon groaned. "You vixen," he hissed, "you better stop that if you know what's good for you."
Amy hummed in question. "Stop what?" she asked innocently but with a naughty grin on her face, her hand moving faster now, "this?"
Sheldon growled and he gripped her wrist hard, making her let go of him. Amy yelped when he flipped them over and she found herself on her back again. Sheldon pushed open her legs and settled between them easily. He kissed her again, open-mouthed and urgent. Amy held his head close to her, her fingers moving through his hair.
Amy squirmed under him, and she felt his erection slip against her clit. She was still so sensitive, the tingles coursed through her immediately. She moaned in his mouth.
Sheldon pulled away from her, he was panting deeply. He looked at her, his eyes were nearly black now and he looked at her questioningly.
"Shall I - - Shall I get a condom?" he asked quietly, stuttering slightly.
Amy swallowed thickly. Her body trembled with nerves, and the anticipation caused her stomach to constrict almost painfully. This was it. It was finally happening.
"No," she answered, and saw Sheldon's face fall.
She quickly pulled his face to hers again, kissing him deeply, but he didn't reciprocate now. He pulled back from her face, looking at war with himself. "Amy," he started, lifting himself up by his arms.
Amy pulled him back and wrapped her legs around him, holding him against her. His erection moved against her again, Sheldon groaned in the back of his throat.
She brought her face to his ear. "I'm on the pill," she whispered, "if you're okay with it you can - -"
But she didn't even get to finish her sentence, because Sheldon was already pushing into her. Amy gasped for breath, he was slowly moving forward, stretching her as he went. Besides a small tinge of discomfort, there was no pain. Amy had always assumed it would hurt, the first time having intercourse, but Sheldon had prepared her thoroughly, and her earlier orgasm had left her slick and compliant for him.
Sheldon panted in her ear. "Amy," he murmured, kissing her neck once more. He pulled back from her and retracted his hips to push back into her again. "Oooh, Amy… oh, you feel good."
Amy arched her back against him. The feeling of him inside her had her rendered speechless. Never in the world would she have expected it to feel like this; full, stimulated, desired. Complete.
Sheldon looked in her eyes as he pulled back and pushed into her again and Amy felt overwhelmed with emotion. It was as if he was looking straight into her soul. Tears prickled in her eyes. Sheldon bent down and kissed her softly. The tears fell down her eyes and Sheldon pulled back when he felt the wetness on her cheek.
"Does this hurt?" he asked, worriedly. His eyes were looking at her in alarm, and he was already pulling back.
Amy shook her head and pulled him back down for a kiss. "No," she mumbled between kisses, "it's just a lot to process, I guess." She bucked up against him. "It doesn't hurt," she reassured him, "the opposite."
Sheldon breathed out in relief. He kissed her again, and he picked up his pace. Amy trembled underneath him, his lower body moved against her with every push into her. It felt almost too good, the way he moved within her, against her, above her, with her.
Amy breathed out shakily, she moved her hips up to his, meeting his every thrust.
Sheldon groaned deeply, one of his hands holding her hips down. "Amy, you have to stop that," he grumbled, "it's too stimulating, I won't succeed in making you enjoy this too…"
Amy laughed softly. "But I am enjoying this," she whispered, "this is great, really."
"Great?" Sheldon repeated incredulously. "That won't do…"
Sheldon made a grumbling noise, and he pulled back fully just to enter her again almost roughly. Amy gasped. Sheldon was looking at her with a sparkle in his eyes.
"Sheldon Cooper does not do 'great', young lady," he spoke almost threateningly, "I will give it to you so well, you'll be begging me for more. I will succeed at this as well, Amy… You just wait."
Amy wanted to correct his proper grammar – since when did people give it to each other 'well' instead of 'good'? – but the way he spoke to her instantly made the words die in her throat. The self-assured manner with which he moved over her caused her to tremble underneath him. She could only gasp softly and whimper with each thrust he made into her.
Sheldon was breathing deeply above her, little drops of sweat formed on his hairline. He lowered himself onto his elbows, laying down on top of her. The angle with which he penetrated her changed and Amy saw those stars again. His lower body kept brushing against her and Amy's breath caught in her throat.
"Am I succeeding?" Sheldon panted in her ear. He didn't sound that far from coming himself.
Amy moaned, the grip on his arms bruising again. "Yes," she whispered.
"Good," Sheldon grumbled. His pace quickened, and so did the pressure made by his thrusts against her clit. Amy could feel her orgasm approaching quickly now. The built up tension felt like a warm fire in her stomach, steadily spreading to her limbs. Her muscles spasmed around his member with each stroke against her.
Sheldon groaned in her ear. "Oh God," he sputtered, "I can feel you coming… Jesus, Amy…"
Hearing him swear pushed her over the edge. She clamped onto him and gasped out his name as the bliss of her orgasm coursed through her. Amy's back arched up against him, and her legs closing around his hips like a vice.
She heard Sheldon groan in her ear again, and he seemed to have trouble thrusting into her as her muscles squeezed him inside her. "Amy," he moaned, breathing harshly and he moved into her just a few more times before she felt him tremble against her and throb inside her.
He didn't lower himself fully on top of her – his elbows still supported a lot of his weight - but he seemed exhausted as he panted in her ear. Amy herself could still feel her heart racing, her legs trembled from the strain of holding them open to accommodate his hips.
She breathed out slowly.
Sheldon lifted himself up and Amy squirmed uncomfortably when she felt him slip out of her. There was bound to be a wet spot underneath her. Her nose scrunched up in distaste. She wondered how long it would take before Sheldon would start to freak out about this.
But he didn't freak out. Instead he fell down next to her on the bed, still breathing heavily.
Amy felt awkward. What happened now? Should she get up, go to the bathroom? She knew she should, to avoid UTI's and to get rid of the overall stickiness between her legs. She was in the middle of getting up when Sheldon grasped her hand firmly and pulled her back, against him this time.
"Where are you going?" he muttered, sounding out of breath still with an underlying tiredness in his voice.
"To get cleaned up, and then home?" Amy hoped she didn't sound too insecure.
She had just had sex for the first time in her life and she didn't know what to think – or feel. Was she supposed to stay? With Sheldon, in his bed? That was about the same level of intimacy as the things they had just done.
"Home?" Sheldon asked. "You'll do no such thing."
Amy looked at him, her eyes questioning him. "Oh?"
"While I think we can agree this was a successful endeavour, we both know practice makes perfect, Amy," Sheldon lectured, "and for us to really succeed at this, we must try to duplicate these results as much as possible."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "You know I don't settle for anything less than the best," he whispered against her lips and kissed her softly.
"There's a valid reason Stephen Hawking liked my paper very much, you know..."
Amy smiled shyly while he grinned smugly at her. Who was she to argue with her brilliant boyfriend anyway?
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