Multiple people requested this particular episode. Since the tag scene is enough foreplay as it, this turned out to be just plotless porn.

Have a good weekend all.

Part VII

10x17 The Comic-Con Conundrum

Sheldon: There's my pretty girlfriend.

Amy: I'm not going with you to Comic-Con.

Sheldon: What? Can't a man just be happy to see his woman and pat her on her second most erogenous ball-and-socket joint?

Amy: He can, but it's still not changing my mind.

Sheldon: Well, maybe what's in my pants will change your mind. It's a list of this year's panellists. It's long, isn't it?


Amy blinked. She turned around and looked at Sheldon with suppressed amusement. Did he know how suggestive he sounded?

The look on his face indicated he did. Two could play this game, Amy figured.

"If you'd pulled something else out of your pants, your chances of changing my mind would have been much higher," she said, giving him a look and turning towards the kitchen island, a rag in her hand to wipe it down.

She sighed, berating herself for her dirty mind. For a second there she had almost been sure that Sheldon had been seducing her. It was silly, really. It wasn't her birthday, and Sheldon had never expressed an interest in doing anything physical with her besides the now some-what traditional birthday sex.

She knew she shouldn't be this disappointed by that, but she had hoped that living together would change that. It still hadn't. Logically, she knew she shouldn't complain. Sleeping next to him every night was something she had dreamed of for so long, it should be enough.

Sometimes she just wished for more.

She bent forward slightly, wiping down the kitchen island.

Amy yelped in shock when she felt his hands on her hips. He moved into her, and Amy gasped slightly when she felt his breath on her ear.

"Are you saying that if I were to gratify you sexually, you would change your mind about going?" he whispered, and his hands moved over her belly, pulling her closer to him.

Amy felt her heartrate quicken. She knew he was just messing with her, but this low seductive tone was causing wetness to accumulate between her legs. Slowly she pushed her butt out, trying to get their bodies to touch.

Sheldon took a step closer to her, and his lower body was in full contact with her behind. Amy inhaled sharply. He felt hard against her. But that seemed highly unlikely, right?

He was fused to her back now, and his hands roamed over her. "I'd like to think I could convince you otherwise, Amy…" he murmured, his movements contradicting his statements. He had pulled her blouse out of her skirt, and his hands were now caressing her bare stomach.

"Do you know how many couple costumes we could wear during a five-day conference?" he whispered, his lips moving over the tendons in her neck softly.

His hands moved up and grasped her breasts through her bra. Amy moaned softly. He easily manipulated her nipples to hardened points. The wetness between her legs was almost uncomfortable already.

"I still haven't worn my sailor's hat," he continued, "you'd make a lovely Olive Oyl to my Popeye…" He was tugging on her skirt, and Amy's thoughts were clouded with lust. What was happening?

Amy was panting under his ministrations, his lips kept brushing against her neck, causing delicious thrills to move through her. He loosened the button on her denim skirt, making it fall down to the floor. He palmed her ass through her tights and arousal pooled between her legs.

He started to tug on her tights, pulling them down slowly.

"So many options," he mumbled, while his hand grazed her over her panties. "Han Solo and Princess Leila… Clark Kent and Lois Lane… Belle and Prince Adam?"

Amy had her eyes closed. She was really turned on. Her hands gripped the kitchen island in front of her, her knuckles white.

"We could even try something with a regency theme, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy perhaps?"

Amy gasped.

He turned her around and his hand pulled her face quickly towards his, his mouth almost brushing against hers. She trembled in anticipation.

"If you wear your Snow White getup again, I'll be sure to kiss you awake this time," he murmured and his mouth covered hers. Amy moaned in surprise at the intensity of his kiss. Their lips moved against each other, pulling and pushing and caressing. His other hand grasped her bottom again, and she gasped into his mouth. His tongue slid against hers between their opened mouths. Amy grasped his arms pulling him closer to her.

They hardly ever did this. She couldn't get enough of it. The sensuousness, the feelings it caused. The heat it made her feel in her lower belly.

Sheldon pulled away from her, breathing deeply. His eyes were pitch black as he stared her down. Amy felt even more arousal pool between her legs.

He turned her around again, and Amy held onto the counter in front of her, afraid of her legs giving out. His mouth pressed kisses under her ear again. "My princess," he whispered so softly in her ear, Amy wasn't sure she had heard him correctly.

Sheldon moved away from her back a little, and Amy felt a gust of cold wind move across her swollen, wet centre. Sheldon had pulled her panties down. She gasped sharply and held her breath when she felt his hands slowly caress the inside of her thighs. Amy was practically aching for him.

His hand moved between her legs, grazing along her swollen folds. Amy heard him gasp slightly behind her. She whimpered softly. He caressed her over her clit and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

Sheldon groaned deeply. "So wet for me already," he said quietly. One of his fingers slowly making its way inside her. Amy mewled pathetically.

His other hand moved between her shoulder blades and pushed her forward. Amy let him. His thumb moved over her clit, and she trembled under his ministrations. The first time they had done it, he had spent almost an hour getting to know her body. Feeling her, testing her, finding out what worked for her and what didn't.

He was putting his knowledge to good use.

Amy felt herself tighten around the finger inside her already, the spasms moving through her. He flicked her clit once more, and then extracted his hand entirely.

Amy huffed. He was teasing her. She looked over her shoulder and shot him an angry look. He pulled her back up, and kissed her neck again.

She heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his zipper lowering. Her stomach constricted with anticipation.

He leaned around her slightly and pulled her head towards him. He kissed her mouth heatedly.

"Do you want me, Amy?" Sheldon whispered in her mouth. Amy's heart soared.

"Yes," she breathed out.

He kissed her again, his tongue darting out, brushing against hers. Amy moaned into his mouth. Sheldon pulled back and resumed his position behind her. He pushed against her shoulders, making her bend over on the kitchen island. He pulled on her hips, making her stand on tip-toe, while angling her hips towards him. Sheldon moved his legs in a wide stand behind her, aligning their bodies.

Amy held her breath. They had never done it like this.

"Is this alright?" Sheldon asked, sounding hesitant. He had probably noticed her sudden tension. Amy could feel him move his erection against her, lubricating it with the wetness there. It was poised at her entrance.

She nodded quickly, and let out a shaking breath.

He pushed into her slowly, holding onto her hips as he did. Amy gasped out loud. It had been months since they had last done it. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the feeling of him filling her up completely.

Sheldon groaned loudly behind her.

She breathed out raggedly, adjusting to the intrusion. She felt even more stretched than the last time. But that had been on her birthday, and she had been filled with anticipation all day. And while she was more than sufficiently aroused, having him fill her up from this angle caused her stomach to contract deliciously.

Sheldon pulled back and pushed back into her again. Amy gasped for air. He felt so big. Sheldon grunted. "Good Lord, Amy," he grumbled, his grip on her ass almost bruising, "you're even tighter than last time like this."

She squealed in response.

He pulled out almost fully, and Amy bit her lip as he pushed back into her again. She felt incredibly full now. She was panting, high-pitched noises escaping her throat with each push into her.

"Sheldon," she mewled, when he pushed into her particularly deeply.

"Yesss," he hissed, both his hands were on her behind now. He was pulling her towards him by her ass, and pushing her away from him, and pulling her back again.

It took Amy a while to figure out that he had stopped moving his hips, and was using her body to create a rhythm instead. Heat burned within her at the realisation.

"Jesus, you should see this view I'm having," he muttered, and Amy moaned.

She grabbed onto the kitchen island and started to push her hips back in a faster pace. His hands changed positions, one moved to her lower back, guiding her up and down his member. Amy held her breath when she felt him grasp her hair with the other hand.

He tugged on it, pulling her head back, and Amy looked at him wearily. She could barely keep her eyes open from the feelings his member inside her were causing. She could feel the orgasm he had denied her earlier returning. He was pounding into her now, deep and hard. Her walls fluttered around him.

"Will you come?" Sheldon panted, twisting her hair and tugging harder.

Amy yelped at the slight twinge of pain. "To-to Comic-Con?" she stuttered between moans.

He breathed out harshly, gripping her ass again. "No…" he muttered, "will you come on my dick, Amy…"

"OH!" Amy exclaimed. She had never heard him use such language before.

She shivered, her breath coming out in tiny gasps.

"Amy…" Sheldon said firmly, giving her hair a quick tug, reminding her he had asked her a question.

This was new. This commanding side of him; she was powerless in the position she was in right now. She could barely see his face as well. He was practically holding her down and having his way with her.

And Amy was a moaning and willing mess under him.

With every push of his hard member inside her, she climbed higher and higher. He was hitting her clit in a different angle now, from inside her it seemed. And every time he brushed against her by pushing inside her, she felt the tingles increase.

She moaned.

Sheldon pulled on her hair once more, the stings resonated through her, but not in a bad way. "Yes," she whimpered.

Sheldon grumbled loudly behind her. He was losing his rhythm now, his breathing erratic, and Amy tried her best to keep moving against him, desperate to maintain the earlier friction. He was close, she could tell.

She didn't know what came over her when she asked her next question. Her voice breathless.

"Will come inside me?"

Sheldon exhaled in surprise, and he pounded into her. "Jesus, Amy," he grunted, "I'm gonna fill you up, is that what you want?"

His words caused her eyes to roll back in her head. She was almost there. The tingles were multiplying, she was trembling and her release was just out of reach.

"Please, Sheldon…"

He pumped into her harder now, barely containing himself. Amy mewled with each rough push into her. His hands were on her ass again, aiding his movements.

Groaning loudly again, he pushed deeper and deeper. "I'm gonna come, babe..." he grunted, "come with me."

Amy keened. The last push hit her just right. Her arms gave out as she came hard. Her muscles clamped down on him, her body convulsing. She gasped as wave after wave of euphoria moved through her. Sheldon grunted loudly.

She could feel him come inside her now. The shots of cum filling her like he had promised. Amy felt wanton, naughty. It was awesome. The residual shocks of her orgasm milked him dry. The tingles moved through her still as he slowed down behind her.

Amy was panting and Sheldon was gasping for breath behind her. His hands moved from her hips to her sides, pulling her up and holding her against him. Her back felt slick with sweat against her shirt. He was breathing out deeply against her neck. She still felt the slight buzzing feeling in her clit. She hadn't come this hard in a long time. She was glad Sheldon was holding her up, because she wasn't really sure her legs would be able to hold her now.

He slipped out of her, and Sheldon gently let go of her. She grasped the kitchen island once again to keep upright. He bent down to pull up her panties. Their combined wetness was dripping out of her already. Amy heard the sound of his zipper going up and him buttoning his pants.

Amy felt his hands envelop her once again, pulling her against him. He kissed her neck softly.

"That was amazing… You're amazing, Amy," Sheldon whispered softly in her ear. Amy bit her lips to keep from smiling. She still loved it when he said things like this.

"It was," she agreed quietly.

He hummed softly in her neck, his hands caressing her stomach. Amy exhaled deeply, leaning back in his embrace.

"You were amazing too," she said, knowing he needed the validation.

"Good," he mumbled, sounding pleased. Amy heard him take a breath to keep talking, and she interrupted him quickly.

"I'm still not going with you to Comic-Con, though."

END

A/N Next up, by popular demand: The Brain Bowl Incubation