Part VIII
10x8 The Brain Bowl Incubation
Sheldon: Would you care for a brandy?
Amy: I don't think so.
Sheldon: Good choice. It's disgusting.
Amy: Sheldon, please stop trying to seduce me.
Sheldon: Who's trying to seduce you? After a long day I always turn on some smooth jazz and spray deer musk on my inner thighs.
Amy: I thought it smelled like a petting zoo in here.
Sheldon: Anything you'd like to pet? Not my hair. There's a lot of goop in it.
Sheldon sighed deeply as he tested the temperature of the water with his wrist. Turning up the heat a tad more than he was used to, he got in the tub and under the spray of the water. The hot water scorched his skin and he felt it was well deserved to feel uncomfortable.
He had made a complete fool of himself today.
After talking to Leonard and Penny, he had finally realised how silly he had acted. It was a miracle that Amy hadn't left his pillow and a blanket on the couch for him when he returned to their shared apartment.
She really was too good for him.
He washed his hair twice, the first time he hadn't been able to get all the goop out. He scrubbed his body vigorously, hoping to get rid of the lingering scent of deer musk on his legs.
He tried to clear his head as the water washed away the suds of soap from his body. What had come over him? Seeing the results of their combined DNA performing off the chart had awakened something in his brain he had never really felt before: the need to procreate.
And he had acted on it immediately. It was so unlike him to be like this; trying to convince Amy to have sex with him. To make a baby. If someone had told him that two years ago, he would have laughed in their faces. But now. Things were different between them.
They had been living together for quite a few months now, and Amy's birthday was coming up again. They would be having sex anyway the next month, why not do it a little earlier and make a baby at the same time?
Without any regards to Amy's feelings or desires, he had practically jumped on her. They should have talked about this, he realised that now. How he must have hurt her with his behaviour. It was completely unacceptable.
He started to scrub his body again for good measure.
And the worst part was; because he had been thinking of procreating with her the entire day, he was still in a state of some-what heightened arousal.
Sheldon turned off the water and got out of the shower. He dried off rather roughly, still angry at himself for his own behaviour. He looked himself over in the mirror. His skin had a pinkish hue because of the heat of the water. The skin around his eyes was starting to show lines and his hairline wasn't in the same place it was ten years ago.
He was aging and it had never really bothered him before today. How much longer should they wait to start procreating? They were well past their prime already. He had read studies that the chances of having healthy offspring decreased with age. But he didn't even know how their chances of getting pregnant were. What if they had trouble conceiving?
It was a conversation for another day, he decided as he brushed his teeth. His first concern was begging Amy for forgiveness for the appalling way he acted earlier. It had only been a year now since they had gotten back together. He wouldn't want her to leave him again, especially for something like this.
How could he make it up to her, though?
She probably thought that he only pursued her today to 'make a baby'. He would have to make her see that he desired her for her, not just because she was ovulating right now or their combined DNA would make exceptional humans.
Because he did want her.
They had made a verbal agreement eleven months ago, that the next time they engaged in intercourse would be on Amy's birthday again. She had even emphasized that there would be no coitus between them during their living-together-trial. Sheldon wasn't the kind of man who broke a verbal agreement and, despite the multiple occasions that desire had washed over him with her in bed next to him – smelling so good, the warmth radiating of her, her soft skin tempting him – he had kept his distance. Like they had agreed to.
His attempts today to bed her had been in vain, and he desired her even more for it.
This 'playing hard to get' really worked, he realised. No wonder Amy had always been so desperate for him in the past, when he was still firmly against any physical contact. How times had changed.
Foregoing his usual t-shirt and pyjama top, he just put on the bottoms of his pyjama.
He had thought of a way to make her see he wanted her with no ulterior motive. Just her.
It was a scary premise however, and he took a few calming breaths. Blood rushed south at the mere thought of her, all of her. Eleven months ago when they had had intercourse, he had been so overwhelmed by her already, he hadn't done this.
It was essential that we wouldn't get that overwhelmed again.
Deciding he was calmed down enough, he walked out of the bathroom. Amy was propped up against the headboard, reading a magazine. She didn't look up as he entered.
Sheldon got in the bed next to her, and looked her over. She didn't look any different. He wondered how it was possible that he wasn't able to tell when she was at this particular point in her menstrual cycle. Biologically speaking, it would make sense that she looked more appealing to him than usual. Wasn't she supposed to smell better to him as well? But Amy always smelled good to him. He tried to inhale her scent discretely, but she didn't smell any different to him somehow.
Amy closed her magazine and turned off the nightlight next to her, cloaking them in darkness.
"Did you set the alarm?" Sheldon asked quietly, seeing his plan go to waste in front of his eyes.
"Yes," Amy muttered, still sounding pissed off. "Good night."
And with an air of finality, she turned on her side, away from him. Sheldon sighed. He had really screwed up.
He turned to his side as well and scooted closer to her. He felt her stiffen slightly as he closed in on her. Carefully he put his hand on her waist. They did this from time to time, cuddle. She liked it. Hell, she had even requested it on their first night together in this very apartment.
Amy stiffened fully though.
Sheldon exhaled softly, and moved closer to her. Their bodies were now flush together. Amy lay rigidly in front of him.
Sheldon softly moved his hand over her waist to her stomach and back again, caressing her gently. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.
"Sheldon," Amy sighed.
He hummed against her neck in response. His hand caressed her stomach again, brushing up against the underside of her bosom.
"Sheldon, stop it," Amy sounded tired, she grasped his hand and moved it away from her breasts. "We're not making a baby."
He kissed her neck again. "I'm not trying to make a baby," he mumbled. He nuzzled her ear with his nose. "I'm sorry, Amy."
She breathed out deeply. Sheldon felt her relax slightly under him, and she had let go of his wrist.
"Then what are you doing?" she asked, her voice timid and, dare he say… hopeful?
His hand was now free to roam about again, and he caressed her stomach again, all the while kissing her neck. Amy's breathing pattern was changing.
"Let me make love to you," he whispered.
Amy gasped softly.
Figuring that wasn't a rejection, he pulled her around and kissed her lips. He pulled back from her face, hovering over her. She looked at him warily, unsure.
He bent down and kissed her again, deeply this time. Her hands moved up to hold onto his arms as their lips continued to move over each other. She made a soft, pleasured sound when he moved his hands over her upper body. He opened his mouth over hers, slipping his tongue past her lips. She met him readily.
Sheldon climbed on top of her, still kissing her deeply.
He started to tug on her nightgown, pulling it up past her hips and her torso. He pulled away from her as he removed it over her head. Amy was gazing up at him, her eyes flickering over to his bare chest. It was like she only now realised he had been shirtless the whole time.
"Sheldon, what –" she started, but Sheldon silenced her with his lips.
They kissed like this for minutes, his lips caressing hers, their tongues meeting between their opened mouths. Sheldon caressed her belly, his hand moving over her trembling skin, going upwards slowly. He grasped one of her breasts, massaging her, kneading the skin with his palm. Amy squirmed underneath him. He pulled on her nipple with his thumb and index finger, it stiffened into a peak under his fingers. Amy moaned in his mouth.
He moved his attention to her other breast, palming her with his hand as he kept kissing her. Amy trembled under him, and she had moved her legs apart, making room for his hips. Sheldon settled in between her legs, their mouths now disconnected and panting. He was hard against her, and Sheldon groaned softly when he felt the heat coming off her.
"Sheldon," Amy murmured, while he pressed kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. She grasped his head and pulled him away from her neck. Their eyes met.
"Sheldon, I know you said you weren't trying to make a baby, but I also don't want you to do this if it's some sort of apology."
He blinked at her. He was really terrible at this whole thing, he realised.
"I already apologized to you earlier," he said. "Was that not sufficient?"
He could see Amy blush and look away. She bit her lip. "No, it was," she mumbled.
Sheldon nodded. He wished she wouldn't bite her lip like that. It was distracting.
"Then what is this?" Amy asked, she sounded hesitant, and the look in her eyes was unsure.
Sheldon sighed. He bent forward and kissed her again, softly and sweetly. "I thought I already told you," he whispered between kisses, "I'm making love to you."
Amy gasped again, and her fingers were in his hair suddenly and she pulled on it in response. "Oh," she sighed softly.
Sheldon had moved to her neck again, and he could feel her heart beat under his lips as he kissed her under her ear. Their chests brushed against each other now, and her hard nipples raked across his skin.
"Will you let me?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," Amy breathed out in response.
Sheldon breathed out a sigh of relief. He pressed more kisses to her neck, and moved lower with each kiss he pressed to her skin. Amy's breathing was changing again, and Sheldon tried to pick up on the subtle clues her body was giving him.
He moved lower and lower. He kissed her breast, and took her nipple in his mouth. Amy was panting softly. Her hands were in his hair again, holding his head close to her. He must be doing something right, he assumed. He moved his tongue over her nipple, his teeth tugging softly on the hardened flesh.
Amy mewled, and Sheldon would have pulled away from her, had she not held him this close to her. He lapped at her, and grazed his teeth against her again. Amy shuddered under him.
He moved across her heaving chest, kissing her until her reached her other breast. He wasted no time pulling her nipple in his mouth, his teeth nibbling on her. Amy moaned softly.
Sheldon moaned against her skin, she kept squirming under him, and her hips had more than once pushed up against his. He took hold of her hips and pushed them down against the mattress. She was aroused by now, he was sure. It was time for the next step of his plan.
He released her breast, and moved down her belly, kissing the skin he came across on his journey downwards. Amy had stopped breathing when he had reached her panties. Sheldon looked up at her, and held her gaze as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
Although there was barely any light in the room, Sheldon was sure he could see her blushing as he pulled the last piece of clothing off her. He resumed his position between her legs, he was resting on his knees between her legs, and he looked at her.
She looked radiant in the little sliver of light that shone through the curtains.
His eyes roamed over her; her hair in a halo around her head on the pillow, the tips of her breasts that still glistened with the remnants of his saliva, her belly quivering with desire and/or nerves, and finally coming to rest on the part between her legs.
He was very aroused now himself. Kissing her breasts had been one of the most arousing things he had ever done, he realised.
If he had gotten this worked up from doing kissing her breasts, what would happen to him if he kissed her down there?
"Sheldon…" Amy whispered. She sounded nervous.
It would be a first for either of them, a try at oral sex. He felt strangely proud of himself that he had grown this much in regards to physical contact that he was willing to try this.
He looked up at her. She looked tense. "Aren't-aren't you taking your pants off?" she asked in what seemed to be an attempt to stop him from doing what he had planned.
"Not yet," he mumbled, his hands on both her knees as he lowered himself between her legs. Her scent was overwhelming him from this close. It was almost intoxicating.
"I'm not done with you," he whispered, and pressed a kiss on her pubic bone.
Amy inhaled sharply. His lips moved over her in a sort-of open-mouthed kiss. Amy gasped. He opened his mouth further, his tongue licked her in broad strokes. She was incredibly wet down there, and he lapped it all up. Her taste made him lightheaded. And the way she responded to him as well.
It took him a few tries, but he listened carefully to her breathing and the little gasps to find out when he was doing it well.
Amy was moaning softly with each lick against her. Sheldon had to hold her hips down with his hands to stop her from squirming too much under him. He had moved to the top of her most intimate parts now, and he treated her clit almost like he had her nipples; he suckled softly on the hardened nub with his lips, his tongue licking her up and down.
Amy was panting deeply, and if Sheldon was right, she was approaching a climax.
He listened to the breathy moans escaping her throat, as he sucked her clit between his lips. He was fully hard now. Her taste, the softness of her, the way she trembled under him. It drove him insane.
He flicked his tongue against her repeatedly, and listened to her breathing increase.
His eidetic memory chose this exact moment to remind him of that time eleven months ago, when he had made her come undone with his hand. The feel of her vagina contracting around his fingers – and later his member – had not only surprised him, but nearly pushed him over the edge that time.
He needed to feel it again.
Holding down her hips with his forearm now, he moved his right hand down and carefully pushed two fingers inside her.
"Sheldon…" she moaned in a sort of whiny voice. Sheldon groaned against her. He could feel her spasm around his fingers already. With one final flick of his tongue against her clit, he heard her gasp loudly, and his fingers were squeezed to a point of pain. Her body convulsed under his hand and mouth. She moaned his name again, and Sheldon nearly lost it in his pants.
He slowed down his moves against her clit until he felt her squirm under him, and slowly moved up. His jaw felt unhinged from all the work he had done. Sheldon looked down at his girlfriend. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaved with every breath she took. He was kind of out of breath himself.
He pumped his fingers inside her again, and removed them when he felt the last of the spasms against them. His hand was slick with her, and so was his face. "I'll be right back," he whispered softly and quickly moved off the bed. Amy moved her head, and Sheldon took it as a nod of approval.
He powerwalked to the bathroom. The light was harsh in his eyes. He had to move fast. He turned on the faucet. He washed his hands quickly, and bent down to rinse his mouth somewhat. He opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a condom.
When he returned, Amy was still laying there, breathing more softly now. Her eyes were still closed.
Sheldon smiled at the sight. He had worn her out. A sense of pride washed over him.
He climbed up on the bed again, and looked at her features more closely. Amy opened her eyes slowly and blinked up at him.
"Hey," she croaked, her voice hoarse from her earlier moaning. She cleared her throat, and blushed adoringly.
"Hello," Sheldon replied softly, bending down towards her and kissing her lips. "Did you like that?"
Amy chuckled softly. "I think it's safe to say I loved that," she murmured, her hands pulling his head towards hers. She kissed him this time, and Sheldon stifled his gasp of surprise when he felt her tongue brush across his lips.
He had not brushed his teeth just now. Her taste still lingered on his lips and his tongue. Amy didn't seem to mind, and Sheldon groaned deeply when their tongues brushed against each other again. He had lost some of his arousal when he had been in the bathroom earlier, but it was returning full-force.
Amy's hands moved from his head to his shoulders and arms, touching every inch of his skin it seemed. Her fingers left a fire in their wake. She was pulling him closer to her. She wanted him, he was almost sure. He was fully on top of her again, and he was pulled against her by Amy's sudden legs around his waist.
He pulled away from her with a gasp. He was still wearing his pyjama bottoms, and the condom was still clutched between the fingers of his right hand. He looked at her and his breath caught in his throat.
Amy was looking at him with a look in her eyes that he could only describe as desire.
"It's not my birthday," she mumbled.
Sheldon blinked. "Not for another month," he replied. "But I don't think I can handle waiting another excruciating thirty days with you next to me every night."
Amy gasped, and the movement caused her breasts to brush against his chest and her hips bucked up against him. Sheldon groaned softly, his eyes rolled back in his head. "Amy, please," he muttered. He wasn't even sure what he was asking her.
"Yes," she mewled.
Sheldon moved back up, and Amy's legs fell down from his waist. He awkwardly moved around, chucking off his pyjama bottoms and Amy giggled softly at his antics. Sheldon shot her a look. She bit her lip to keep from grinning, and he had to look away to focus on the task at hand.
He opened the foil packet and quickly put the condom on his hard member like he had practiced. He could feel her eyes on him, and he moved his hand up and down his member for good measure. He breathed deeply. Amy was staring at him. "No babies," he reminded her.
She blinked and looked back up at him. "I know, I was just –" she halted and blushed fully, "it's incredibly sexy to see you like this."
Sheldon raised his eyebrows at her. "Like what? With an erection?" he asked, deliberately clueless.
Amy rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean," she huffed.
Sheldon was climbing between her legs, lowering himself on his hands and knees. He smirked at her. Amy moved her legs around him again.
"No, I don't. Would you enlighten me please?" he said, barely containing the grin on the corners of his mouth.
Amy moved so quickly, Sheldon hardly realised what had happened until it was too late. She had pushed against his shoulders, while simultaneously moving her legs like a vice around his waist. Sheldon found himself on his back with Amy perched on top of his stomach, her legs on either side of him.
His hands had ended up on her thighs on their own accord. He blinked up at her. Amy looked rather uncertain all of a sudden. She was shielding her breasts and she looked tense. Was she sucking in her stomach? Sheldon wondered.
"C'mere," he muttered, reaching up to cup her face and pull her closer to him. She complied, balancing herself on her knees and bending forward. Their lips met in a kiss.
Sheldon moved his other hand from her thigh to between her legs. He grasped his dick and moved it against her hot centre. Amy moaned in his mouth as he brushed it across her clit. He moved his member lower, and Amy shifted above him.
Sheldon's head fell back with a groan as she lowered herself on top of him slowly. She pulsed around his member. She was tight and wet around him. He opened his eyes and looked up at her.
Her eyebrows were scrunched together. She was breathing harshly through her teeth.
"Amy," he murmured.
"Give me second," she whispered breathlessly. And Sheldon closed his eyes again, trying to keep from coming prematurely. The condom helped. She felt way too tight around him, and with every trembling breath she took, he could feel her contract around him.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his palms moving up and down legs again.
Amy shook her head, and shifted her hips again. "It's just been a while," she mumbled. Sheldon didn't really understand what she meant, but he nodded anyway. He exhaled slowly, trying to keep his genitals in check.
"You feel amazing," he muttered, not really knowing why he said it.
It seemed the right thing to say. Amy seemed to like it anyway, for she smiled slightly at him. She exhaled, and Sheldon groaned in surprise when he felt how she flexed her muscles around him.
"If you want me to last, you'd better stop that," he grumbled, and he gave her legs a light squeeze. Amy chuckled softly.
She bit her lip, and started to move hesitantly. She squeezed his sides with her knees, and started to ride him slowly. Sheldon was panting quickly. It felt phenomenal; being inside her again, the quivering of her tight walls, the wetness dripping out of her onto him, the warmth of her legs around him, the sounds coming out of her throat – tiny, soft moans combined with whimpers and whispers of his name.
Sheldon moved his head up to kiss her again and to hear her moan in his mouth as their hips slowly moved together. He moved his hands to her bottom, and palmed her with his hands, helping her ride him. Amy inhaled sharply as he pushed his hips up, penetrating her deeper than before.
He did it again, and again, and Amy broke their kiss, gasping for breath.
She pushed herself up by her hands, so she was no longer hanging over him, but sitting up like she had before. Sheldon looked at her from below.
Amy moved her legs closer to his midsection, and grasped both of his hands with hers from her legs. She held onto them tightly, Sheldon assumed for balance. She moved upwards and down again, riding him slowly, taking him inside her deeply with each downward movement.
He kept his eyes focussed on her face, watching the little beads of sweat appear on her hairline, watching how she furrowed her brow in pleasure, watching her skin flush in the little light shining from the crack in the curtains.
She looked magnificent.
"Amy," he panted, squeezing her hands with his, "God, you're beautiful like this."
Amy moaned softly. "Like what?" she breathed, parroting his earlier question. She was blushing, but smiling down on him devilishly.
"Like this," he repeated, pushing his hips up and making her cry out in pleasure, "riding me like you were made to do it."
Amy stared at him, and Sheldon was worried he had overstepped his bounds, but he felt her tremble above him and she squeezed around his member again. "Oh," she moaned.
He shifted his eyes down from her face and was momentarily entranced by watching her breasts bounce up and down with their combined rhythm. He looked lower and almost came right there and then. He could see his dick disappearing into her again and again with each thrust of his hips.
He groaned deeply.
"Amy," he whispered lowly, "are you close?" He didn't think he could last much longer with her stimulating him like this. The sight of her riding him alone was almost enough for him.
Amy's legs were trembling with exertion around him. "I don't think I can come again," she whispered breathlessly. Sheldon pushed up hard against her in response. One of the advantages of being a female – besides living longer and knowing for sure your offspring is certainly yours – was the ability to achieve multiple orgasms.
He released her left hand, and moved his hand down to where their bodies were joined. He thumbed her clit in quick strokes. "Are you sure?" he asked cockily. He could feel her quiver around him more intensely already.
Amy was gasping for breath, losing her rhythm, bouncing on top of him sloppily now. Sheldon felt her spasm and her walls constricted, suctioning his member inside her.
"Sheldonnnn," she whined.
"Yes," he hissed, he rubbed her faster and harder, and Amy cried out as she fell down on top of him, her walls gripping him tightly.
Sheldon ground out her name as he came, filling up the condom with his seed, the pleasure coursing through his veins.
He caught Amy in his arms as she sank towards him, her limbs exhausted from the exercise and intensity of their lovemaking. Sheldon could feel both of their hearts racing. After about a minute both of their breathing patterns had changed back to somewhat normal.
He shifted his hips, slipping out of her. Gently he lifted her off him and lowered her next to him. Amy was still breathing deeply, and she looked completely spent now. He sat up and grabbed the condom by the base of his penis, removing it quickly. He tied it off as he walked over to the bathroom to dispose it. He washed his hand to clean away the remnants of latex and Amy.
He drank from the running faucet and grabbed the glass Amy used to rinse her mouth with when she brushed her teeth. He filled it up with water and brought it back over to her.
Amy was watching him as he came back. "Thank you," she said, sounding pleasantly surprised, as she accepted the glass of water from him. She emptied it in big gulps.
Sheldon took a seat next to her. He didn't really know what to do with himself now. He did feel much better now than he had earlier that evening; instead of the gnawing guilt he had felt then, he felt relaxed from his release and strangely proud for making his girl come twice in a row.
Amy looked at him bashfully, and then quickly averted his gaze to her own hands which were twirling the empty glass around.
"Are we okay?" Sheldon asked, still some of the earlier guilt bothering him.
Amy nodded.
"We'll discuss the whole possibility of children some other time… You completely wore me out, mister," she said, grinning at him appreciatively.
Sheldon breathed out in relief.
"Good," he said, happy they were on the same page about this.
He got up from the bed and moved to the bathroom, figuring they could both use a shower after this.
He was unable to see Amy's mouth drop open in shock as he continued to talk without thinking of the implications.
"We'll have to wait until after we're married anyway."
END
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