WARNING:
Features crude language, dubious consent, cuckolding (of sorts?) and scenes containing Amy/Kripke
Shamy endgame though, as always.
Part IX
9x5 The Perspiration Implementation
Sheldon: I tried fencing today. Barry Kripke was there. I should let you know that he expressed interest in asking you out.
Amy: Well, actually, he - he already did.
Sheldon: Okay. But don't get too attached to him. In two years, 364 days, he's a dead man.
Amy: I said no.
Sheldon: Interesting. I asked two women out today, and they both said no.
Amy: I didn't know you were interested in dating.
Sheldon: I've been told it's a good way to move on.
Amy: Oh. Okay. Anyway, um, it's nice to see you. You look good.
Sheldon: Thanks. And I taste good too.
Amy managed to hold her tears at bay until she reached the lobby. She gasped for breath, the emotional pain slicing through her like a knife. "I asked two women out today."
She slid down against the wall and sat down on the stairs. She remembered sitting in this exact same spot when she confronted him for avoiding her – years ago. She had to convince him that she wasn't interested in him in any other way than friendship. Which she was at the time.
It seemed like a lifetime ago now.
She tried to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm her raging heart. He was asking out other women. Plural. Because it was a good way to move on.
Move on.
All this time, she had held onto this glimmer of hope that they would get back together again. That he would see reason, and realise that to some extent, she just couldn't take it anymore; the rejection she felt every time they were together and she expected just something more, the way he just didn't seem to acknowledge her, and all the trouble she went through to cater to his needs.
She was always so lenient and patient with him. And he gave her almost nothing in return.
Not enough at least.
And then, on their anniversary, he asked her if he should start to watch a TV show. While kissing her. She knew then; this was it. He needed a wakeup call. She didn't have to accept this.
Was she naïve, to think that he would fight for her? That he would make an effort to win her back?
It seemed she was. Instead of trying to be a better person and a better boyfriend for her, he had chosen to move on. To move on from her.
Amy gasped as the tears ran down her cheeks freely.
Well, if he could move on, so could she.
She pulled her phone out her bag, and pulled up the text from Barry Kripke again. Maybe she would like to get a drink after work with him sometime after all.
Barry didn't question why she had changed her mind suddenly, but instead invited her to a bar the following Friday. Amy was glad he ignored her earlier refusal, and chose to go through with it.
She didn't really know what to wear to a date. Should she ask the girls? But she and Barry had worked together in the past – Sheldon had not liked that – and knew what she usually dressed like. She could make a little effort, she figured, and tossed aside her usual skirt and tights ensemble and changed into a dress instead.
After slipping her bare feet into her nude heels, she did a once over in her mirror.
Maybe this man would appreciate the effort she did in looking nice for a date. Sheldon never commented on her outfits. The only time he had, was when she was dressed up for their fake prom. But other than that; he never told her she looked pretty, or even nice.
She didn't know why she bothered. It was wasted on him.
The tears welled up in her eyes again, and she blinked them away. This was not the time for a crying fit. A man was waiting on her. And this time, it was a man who actually expressed his interest in her openly.
It made her feel strangely wanted.
The way Barry leered at her legs made her regret not putting on tights, but it was too late now. She accepted the kiss he pressed to her cheek upon reaching him.
"Hello Barry," she spoke demurely, feeling her cheek heat up from his kiss.
"I'm glad you changed your mind, Amy," he said, his usual lisp making him a little harder to understand. She just smiled at him.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked – like a gentleman. She stared. She wasn't used to this type of behaviour.
"A-a-a red wine," she stammered when he looked at her in question, "Malbec, if they have it."
Barry winked at her and walked over to the bar, getting them both drinks. Amy took a seat on the high chair next to his. Her heart was racing. And her palms were clammy.
She couldn't really be this nervous for drinks with Barry, could she? She had never really looked at him like this, but she couldn't deny that it was nice that there were men out there who seemed interested in her like this. Like she was actually worth pursuing. Sheldon had never made her feel like this.
Sheldon. Her thoughts stopped short. Was she feeling guilty for going out with another man?
Before she could explore that thought further, Barry returned with their drinks.
"One Malbec for the lady," he said, offering the glass to her.
Amy bit her lip. "Thank you," she said. They clinked their glasses together, and both took a sip of their respective drinks. Barry was looking at her intensely, and there was a grin on the corners of his mouth.
"I must say," he lisped, "I was surprised to hear you and Cooper had broken up. He was always very positive about you."
He spoke in a leering sort of way, and Amy furrowed her brow in confusion. She blinked rapidly.
"Yeah, well," she said. "I guess we're weren't as compatible as we originally thought. There were some irreconcilable differences, I guess."
Barry raised his eyebrows, and nodded. "You've been a saint with him in any case, " he said, and Amy felt her blood rush through her; at least someone noticed.
She blushed. "Thank you," she murmured.
"So, how long has it been?"
Amy took another sip of wine. She tried to pretend to think for a second, but she knew exactly how many weeks it was. If she had the ability to do quick math like Sheldon could, she could provide him with the precise number of minutes since she had told him it was definitely over.
"Couple of weeks," she said instead.
Barry hummed. "Sucks doesn't it, being single after such a long time?"
Amy felt relieved. He understood. "Yes, it's awful. You're so used to having someone in your life, and when that's gone suddenly, it leaves you feeling… I don't know," she said.
"Empty?" Barry supplied, and his hand was on top of hers, squeezing her fingers softly. Amy looked down at their joined hands. A strange sort of thrill moved through her.
She couldn't help thinking that Barry's hands looked nothing like Sheldon's. Amy always had a sort of soft spot for Sheldon's hands. With his strong, long fingers. It always made her wonder how it would feel, should he touch her with those – really touch her.
And then there was the added curiosity, making her wonder if the size of his hands meant something else was long as well.
Barry's fingers weren't long like Sheldon's. And she had already seen what he looked like – all of him, thanks to the picture he had sent her. Her mouth went dry. He seemed to be coming on to her quite strongly.
"Yeah," Amy confirmed. "But enough about Sheldon. How have you been? It's been a while since I helped you with that paper. Are you working on anything interesting?"
Barry laughed – as if she made some sort of joke – and intertwined their fingers together, his hand on top of hers. His thumb brushed over her palm, and Amy felt some sort of tingle move up her spine. It gave her a strange warm feeling; having a man touch her this easily and willingly. Even if it was just her hand he was touching.
But in the back of her mind, there was underlying guilt.
Sheldon's face kept appearing in front of her eyes. And there was a sort of simmering worry making her jittery. It was as if she was almost certain that Sheldon would walk into the bar and see them together.
It was the most preposterous thought ever – as if Sheldon would go to a bar.
But she felt uneasy nonetheless. Almost as if she was doing something wrong. Which she wasn't. Amy was suddenly mad; Sheldon had so much power over her, that even broken up, she kept thinking about him, wondering what he thought of her actions.
Would he think less of her if he knew she was out with Barry? Probably.
She had half a mind to find a way to let him know somehow.
Amy drank another two glasses of wine, but was responsible enough to drink a glass of water between the second and the last one. She had a sort of happy buzz going on, but wasn't at all drunk. Just loose enough to allow Barry to graze her knee over her dress under their table.
It made her heart beat just a bit faster too.
They were sharing stories about their colleagues and the wild things that happened between some of them at the annual Christmas mixer, and Amy was actually wiping the tears from her eyes, as she laughed at his rendition of the infamous party of '09.
It felt good to laugh again. She smiled at Barry. He wasn't bad to look at, she thought.
If only his eyes were the same pale shade of blue she dreamed of still, instead of the darker blue his eyes were.
"Did you drive here?" Barry asked, his eyes roamed her face and came to a halt on her lips. Amy took a deep breath, nerves making her throat and lips dry.
"No, I took an Uber," she answered, a hitch in her voice.
Barry looked at her intensely. "Can I take you home?"
Amy stared at him. No man had ever talked to her like this. With determination.
She swallowed away the lump in her throat and gave him a small nod. "Alright."
He walked her to her door, and Amy's keys jingled in her hand cause she couldn't keep her hands from shaking with nerves.
Was she supposed to invite him in for coffee?
She cursed herself for not asking the girls for advice before she went on this date. She didn't know the protocols. She and Sheldon had rules and agreements. And while she disliked them sometimes, it was nice to know what was expected of you. She didn't know what to do with herself right now.
But it seemed like Barry did.
"You don't happen to have an extra copy of that Neuron issue in which you were published, do you?" he asked, and Amy's heart palpitated.
"I do," she said with a smile, and opened the door for him as well.
She walked over to her bookcase, meaning to pull out her stash of magazines. Her heart jumped when she felt Barry take hold of her hips. He tugged on the fabric of her dress, turning her around and Amy turned with little resistance.
She barely had a second to look in his eyes before his mouth was on hers. Amy inhaled sharply through her nose, and Barry pressed his lips against hers more firmly.
Amy was frozen in shock for a split second, but then her body acted on its own accord it seemed. Her lips pressed back against his awkwardly. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. What was she doing?
Barry took her hesitance as a sign to keep going. He coaxed her mouth open, and his tongue brushed against the inside of Amy's lips. She took a quivering breath through her nose and slid her tongue against his; just to try it. Sheldon had never kissed her like this.
Sheldon.
Overcome with sudden guilt, Amy grasped Barry's arm, intending to push him away. But his tongue moved against hers in a way that made her resolve falter. She whimpered softly in his mouth and gave into the sensation of their tongues moving against each other. Gave into him.
Barry took a step forward, pushing her against the bookcase. One of his hands moved over her hip, caressing her waist, while the other moved up and took hold of her neck, kissing her more deeply all the while.
Amy tried to focus on this new experience of tongue-kissing, but her mind kept wandering back to her ex and how she had always wanted him to kiss her like this. With her eyes closed, she could almost imagine it was Sheldon who was kissing her like this.
But that wasn't fair to either of them. Or herself.
All thoughts of Sheldon left her head though, when Barry's hand moved from her hip to her breast. He cupped her without hesitation, his hand squeezing her a little too hard through her bra. Amy whimpered in his mouth.
"You really are a wild one, aren't you?" Kripke whispered, when Amy pulled away from his face in shock. "Moaning for me already."
Amy had no chance to respond; his mouth was on hers again, his tongue making its way inside her mouth. Amy pushed at his arms, moving her head away from his. What did he mean?
"Barry - -" she mumbled.
"Yeah, say my name," he spoke lowly, moving his face to her neck. He kissed her there, none too gently.
"Cooper used to talk about it all the time, how insatiable you are."
What?
Amy blinked her eyes open, her mouth trying to form words, because she was sure she must have heard him wrong. She must have.
But Barry's hand grasped her nipple and squeezed it expertly, rendering her speechless. Amy couldn't help but moan softly at the shocks that went through her body by his touch.
She flushed with shame however when she felt how aroused she became.
Barry noticed her whimpers and breathy moans as he kept pulling on her nipple. He was pulling too hard for her tastes, and she still wasn't sure what she felt about it – but her body seemed to be on board with it.
He pulled back from her neck and smirked at her. "You really are a nasty little girl, aren't you?" he muttered. "What made you change your mind, was it the picture of my cock?"
Amy blinked at him through a haze of lust and residual alcohol. She gaped at him, surprised and a little shocked by his crude language. Barry took hold of her hand and brought it towards the bulge she had felt pressing against her thigh.
"Tell me, Amy," he muttered against her lips. "Is it bigger than Cooper's?"
As if she knew how big Sheldon's penis was.
Her eyes bugged out of her head as she felt him however – she had never felt an erection before. Barry chuckled darkly as he regarded her wide eyed gaze.
"Rendered speechless, I see," he said haughtily.
He released her hand, leaving her there cupping him through his pants. Amy didn't know why she didn't pull her hand away. In a way, the guilt still gnawed at her; messing up her thoughts. Sheldon's eyes – his innocent, naïve eyes – kept appearing when she closed her eyes.
But there was also the morbid curiosity of feeling a man's arousal like this. She moved her hand over the bulge fleetingly. It twitched under her fingers.
Her breathing was coming out in gasps – she wasn't sure if it was panic or arousal.
It was all going really fast.
Barry went even faster though. Before she really knew how and when it happened, his hand had moved under her dress and was grazing her panties. Amy's eyes flew open.
She stiffened fully when his hand slipped into her underwear. She closed her eyes in shame. She knew she had to be wet down there. She hadn't meant to become aroused by him, but her body had never experienced anything like this before.
Barry hummed in appreciation. His fingers glided through the slickness between her legs. Amy gasped softly as he brushed over her clit. Pleasure coursed through her fleetingly. He slipped his fingers lower before she really could get into it.
Amy winced slightly when he shoved two fingers inside her. Her body was not used to this kind of stretching.
"Oh ho," Kripke laughed. "I can see why Cooper had to have you every night, with a cunt as tight as yours."
Her heart constricted painfully in her chest as she registered his words. Amy pushed at his shoulders in shock, his fingers slipping away from her. She was blinking back tears – either from the soreness she felt in her privates, or the pain his comment caused.
It really wasn't necessary to rub her face in the fact that she and Sheldon never had sex. Or that he wasn't interested in her like that.
Barry's grin faltered. "Sorry," he lisped, "I'll stop mentioning Cooper."
Amy stared at him. He wasn't apologizing for mocking her lack of sex life. Why not? Unless he actually thought she and Sheldon had been active in the bedroom.
Amy swallowed away the bile in her throat.
Her thoughts were going a mile a minute. Barry was under the impression that she and Sheldon went at it like bunnies. Why would he think that?
"Cooper used to talk about it all the time, how insatiable you are."
Barry moved towards her again, his lips puckered as if to kiss her. Amy ducked her head down, avoiding his lips.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "This is all going too fast for me. Maybe you should go."
Barry faltered for a second, and what followed was the incredibly awkward movement of him extracting his hand from her underwear.
"You're still hung up on Cooper, I see," Barry said, his voice void of malice. "I had a good time tonight, though, Amy. You're a great girl."
Amy gave him half a smile. "Thanks."
"I'll see myself out," Barry said, the awkwardness had returned full force. Amy nodded and didn't even notice the door close behind him.
One of Barry's comments repeating itself over and over in her mind; Cooper used to talk about it all the time, how insatiable you are.
Amy put her car in park and looked out of the window to see if she could see any light up on the fourth floor. There weren't any. Which wasn't at all surprising, considering it was almost midnight and Sheldon's bedtime had come and gone an hour and a half ago.
He would just have to wake up.
Amy grabbed her phone and fired off a quick text. His sound should be on. It always was, in case of emergencies, sudden deaths in the family or the off-change Firefly would get renewed after all.
To: Sheldon
I'm downstairs. Buzz me in when I ring the doorbell.
There. No 'please' or a question or any niceties. Just a clear statement. She would have peaked his curiosity with that, she was sure. She watched the three tiny bulbs appear and disappear as he typed an answer.
It took him almost a full minute to respond.
From: Sheldon
Ok.
Amy's calves hurt more than usual after walking up all the flights of stairs. She regretted not changing her shoes again – the first time was when she had to stop on the side of the road to take off her heels and continue driving barefoot.
Sheldon must have been waiting by the door for her arrival, because he opened the door to his apartment just when she reached the top of the stairs. His hair was dishevelled, and he had foregone his usual robe over his pyjamas. He blinked at her.
"Hello."
He had no right to look this confused by her presence or to look this cute. The earlier anger and disbelief returned quickly though, when he looked her over. His eyes lingered on her bare legs and she could see his swallow thickly as they skimmed over her bosom.
She hated him for it.
He could have leered at her body for years and had chosen not to. And now, when they were broken up, he was suddenly eying her? How dare he.
"I don't think it's appropriate to call on your former lovers in the middle of the night like this, Amy," he drawled, giving her a look of condescension.
Amy raised her eyebrows and chuckled mirthlessly.
"We were never lovers, Sheldon," she replied. "Although, that's not what Barry Kripke seems to think."
She watched him whiten with a strange sense of satisfaction.
He was silent. And Amy felt her heart beat rapidly in her chest. There. She was curious to see how he would talk himself out of this one.
He swallowed again. "Are you here to discuss semantics? Cause I'd rather we do that inside," he said, his voice wobbly, as he took a step to the side, opening the door for her.
Amy walked inside and threw her purse down in his desk chair.
"Are you just going to ignore the other thing I just said?" she asked. She didn't know why she was still surprised by his behaviour now. As if he would actually own up to this.
"What other thing?" Sheldon asked, turning away from her towards the kitchen.
He was gulping down a glass of water like a man dying from thirst. Amy followed him, her heels clicking on the carpet. She could practically see the hairs on his neck stand up as she approached him.
"Why does Barry Kripke think I'm insatiable, with a cunt so tight it's no wonder Cooper had to have me every night?" she spoke lowly.
The sound of the glass slipping from Sheldon's hand into the sink and scattering into tiny pieces echoed around the apartment.
Sheldon paid no mind to the glass shards in front of him and turned around sharply.
His eyes were blown wide, there were red blotches on his cheeks. Amy could see a vein throb in his neck.
"Ex-cuse me?" he all but hollered.
Amy blushed under his gaze. "You heard me," she whispered.
Sheldon was looking at her like he had never seen her before in his life. It was Amy's turn to swallow away the dryness in her throat when he began to stalk towards her.
"Why would he say such a thing, Sheldon?" Amy repeated, needing him to open up about this hurtful lies he apparently told whoever wanted to hear.
Sheldon was trembling with rage. Amy didn't see why he thought he had the right to be angry about this. It was her reputation he had knowingly sullied with his lies to Kripke.
"Why indeed, Amy?" Sheldon hissed. "Why would Kripke know anything about your privates in the first place, hm?"
Amy blushed fully. That was not what she had meant. This was taking a turn she had not expected.
"That's completely beside the point," she stammered. "Why would he say you had to have me every night?"
But Sheldon wasn't listening to her anymore. For the second time that evening, Amy was cornered against a cabinet of sorts. Sheldon towered over her.
"But that's exactly the point," he muttered, "why would Kripke talk to you anyway? I thought you had turned him down? That's what you told me the other day. But it's a Friday night and you're all dressed up. Was that for him?"
Amy had trouble breathing. Sheldon had never spoken to her like this; his voice low, appearing eerily calm, but his eyes blazing through her. It made her skin prickle.
She didn't answer.
"I knew you were desperate for sex," he spat the word like it was something disgusting, "but I never pegged you to be the type of girl who would jump on the first guy who offered. Kripke no less. Haven't you hurt me enough?"
Amy gaped at him. She hadn't 'jumped' anyone. Kripke had cornered her, and assuming she was more experienced than she was, had maybe crossed some unchartered territories.
"I didn't sleep with him," she said in spite of herself.
Sheldon raised an eyebrow at her. "I find that inconsistent with what you just said," he hissed.
Amy looked at him defiantly. Really, he could just think whatever he wanted now. It wasn't as if she was going to be seeing much of him anyway. And if he thought she would stoop this low to hurt him, he really didn't even deserve the truth from her.
"Whatever, Sheldon," she said, hoping he noticed how pissed off she was. "I just wanted to know if there are more people out there who are under the assumption I'm some sort of animal in heat in the bedroom, who needs to be taken into her tight cunt every night like you used to do?"
She knew he couldn't handle her crude language. His left eye twitched again.
"There aren't," he said testily.
Amy stared at him. He usually couldn't tell a lie to save his life. She wondered how he had fooled Kripke. And why he had fooled Kripke.
"Good," Amy said with some sense of finality. Talking to Sheldon was exhausting. She made a move to walk around him, wanting to leave. It hurt, being this close to Sheldon now.
He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back before she could fully move away from him.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, eerily calm. "Do you think you can just leave after talking to me like that?"
"Like what?" Amy echoed, out of patience.
Sheldon stared at her. "I think you still owe an answer to my question, Amy," he hissed. Amy blinked at him. She didn't owe him anything. Not anymore.
"Why would Kripke say that about your – your… privates?" he stuttered.
Amy just raised her eyebrows at him. He could figure that one out by himself.
"Good night, Sheldon," she said instead of answering, moving past him now.
Sheldon pulled her arm nearly out of its socket with the force he used to turn her around. Amy found herself sandwiched between the cold tile of the counter and the trembling heat of his body.
Sheldon's eyes shot fire.
"Did he touch you?" his voice was low.
Amy just stared back.
"Did he touch you?!" he repeated loudly, making her jump.
Amy had never blushed this hard in her life. "What's it to you?" she said. "He wanted to touch me. And I let him."
Sheldon stared at her. He seemed to be thinking fast, like he did when he tried to solve an equation. "You let him," he repeated, vehemently. "Would you let me too? If I wanted to touch you?"
Amy was about to comment on the absurdity of his questions, when Sheldon's palm suddenly enveloped her breast. She inhaled sharply, heat pooling inside her immediately. She looked at him in wonder. His thumb brushed over her nipple; it hardened under his touch.
No.
He was just doing this to mess with her head. Because she had hurt him by going out with Kripke.
"Sheldon, stop," she said firmly, pushing at his shoulders.
But he persisted, pushing her against the counter harder, his body following his movement, pressing into her. He was so close now, she could barely keep his face in focus.
"Did you tell him to stop too, when you were thinking of me as he touched you?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Amy shook under his hands. His right hand squeezed her breast, his left had moved from her waist to her bottom.
She gasped softly.
"You were thinking of me, weren't you?" he whispered. "I bet you were. Wishing it was me touching you like that… Isn't that what you've wanted all this time?"
Amy gaped at him, shocked by his audacity.
Before she had a chance to protest, his mouth was on hers. She whimpered in his mouth. Amy pushed at his arms again – he needed to get off her, her head was a mess. Surely, Sheldon wasn't suddenly interested in having her, really having her?
She pushed at his arms again, but he wouldn't budge.
He let go of her breast and grasped her head instead, holding her so close to him, she had no chance to back away from his onslaught on her lips. Amy opened her mouth to tell him to stop; but his tongue slipped between her lips before she could utter a single vowel.
Amy's eyes widened, and her body responded to the shocks of arousal moving through her at the feel of his tongue brushing hers. She was trapped between the cabinet and Sheldon's body, her head held firmly by his strong hand. His tongue stroking hers over and over, awkward at first, but getting more confident by the second.
Amy whimpered again.
Her body seemed to betray her; her tongue moved against his on its own accord. Sheldon exhaled against her cheek harshly. His hand squeezed her ass again, pulling their lower bodies together. Amy's eyes bugged out as she felt him pressing against her belly.
She mewled into his mouth, and suddenly her hands were no longer pushing him away, but pulling him even closer to her. Their lips moved in sync now, pushing and pulling and pressing. Amy's hands were in his hair, holding his head close to hers now.
Arousal coursed through her, and if she had been turned on before, now she was horny on a whole new level.
Sheldon's hands were both on her bottom now, and his long fingers splayed out, gripping her firmly through her dress. Amy didn't understand what was going on anymore; Sheldon was making out with her like her never had before, his obvious arousal pressing against her. In his kitchen no less.
He pulled back from her, panting deeply.
He was still radiating anger at her; his eyes void of any affection as he stared her down.
"Is the real thing better than your fantasies?" he asked, mocking her.
Amy didn't understand why her pussy clenched with arousal at his words.
"Yes," she whispered, her breathing shallow. She was incredibly nervous now. Sheldon seemed almost dangerous.
"I should think so," he muttered. He thrusted against her belly, making her even more aware of his arousal – as if she hadn't felt it before.
One of his hands let go of her bottom, and stroked her cheek softly with his knuckles. He moved lower and lower, over her neck, across her sternum, over her belly.
"I don't like people touching my things, Amy," he muttered darkly. He cupped her through her clothes. She had to be radiating heat from there. She moved her shaking legs apart a little bit, granting him access.
Sheldon removed his hand from between her legs though and replaced it with his knee. He moved his hand to the outer thigh of her left leg. He grasped her right hand with his left and lifted it above their heads, and then bent down quickly between their joint arms.
Amy yelped as she was lifted in a fireman's carry; her body flung over his shoulders, while he maintained a firm grip on both her leg and her right hand.
Sheldon moved quickly, taking big strides towards his bedroom. Amy could only gasp in surprise and shock as she watched his shapely bum move with every step he took. Amy had only been allowed inside his bedroom a couple of times, and just once after dark. He kicked the door shut behind him and promptly deposited her on his bed.
"Sheldon!" Amy exclaimed in shock, attempting to scramble up. Sheldon however pulled on her ankles, and Amy fell back against the mattress. He slipped off her heels simultaneously and pushed her legs apart none too gently.
His eyes zeroed in on her panty-covered centre. Would he be able to see how wet she was? Amy wondered. She felt warm all over; her whole body had to be blushing now. Sheldon's hands were still on her legs, holding them open. He was breathing deeply.
He moved upright, and started to unbutton his pyjama top right before her eyes. Amy stared at him. Her heartrate quickened, and her throat went dry when he took it off and dropped it on the floor behind him. His eyes held hers as he moved his hands up behind his head, and pulled his white t-shirt off in one practiced move.
Amy let her eyes roam over his naked chest. She had only dreamed of him like this. Her mind had a hard time understanding what was happening in front of her.
"Have you lost the ability to undress along with your dignity tonight?" Sheldon remarked, his hands on the waistband of his pyjama pants.
Amy blinked up at him, her earlier aroused state dissolving a little. How dare he say such a thing. As if he would actually go through with this – whatever it was he was implying they were about to do now anyway. He didn't have the guts to. Or the desire to, Amy thought bitterly.
He could get it. The second she would undress in front of him, he'd run off screaming.
Wouldn't he?
Amy raised her eyes at him in challenge. She lowered the zipper on the side of her dress, and pulled it up over her ass first before pulling it off over her head. She was in her underwear in front of him now.
Sheldon studied her form.
Amy looked at him defiantly as she unclasped her bra behind her back and threw it beside her. She lifted her butt of the bed and removed her panties quickly.
"You were saying?"
Sheldon had red blotches on his neck, his eyes moving over her body rapidly.
Amy expected him to start running any second now. She was ticking off the seconds in his head before he would inevitably bolt.
One, two, three, four, five, six…
But he didn't run. Instead he pushed his pants down, and climbed on top the bed. Amy had gotten barely a glimpse at his member – he was moving fast. He crawled towards her.
He was in her face now, breathing harshly. His eyes were almost fully black, his pupils blown wide.
Amy was trembling with nerves. "Sheldon," she murmured. She wasn't sure if she wanted to stop him or if she was encouraging him now.
He looked at her imploringly, before bending down and kissing her. His lips caressed hers softly at first, and when Amy reciprocated, he deepened the kiss immediately. Sparks of arousal coursed through her again, and her hands moved from their position next to her on the bed to his arms. She marvelled at the tenseness in his muscles there.
Sheldon shifted and moved on top of her, his arms on either side of her. Amy opened her legs for him, excepting him against her.
Sheldon groaned softly in her mouth. Amy titled her hips and gasped in his mouth as she felt his penis brush against her. It slipped through the arousal between her legs easily, and Amy moaned in his mouth when it bumped against her clit.
Sheldon pulled back from her face, panting. "Amy…" he whispered. His right hand moving from its position next to her head to between their legs. Amy watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. This was it.
They were going to have sex.
She expected him to position his hard member at her entrance and braced herself for the inevitable sting of pain that was about to come. But rather than using his hand to guide his erection inside her, his hand brushed against her clit like his dick had done.
Amy gasped in shock.
Sheldon stroked her more firmly, making small circles against her. Amy moaned pathetically, biting her lip to keep from making too much noise. Having him touch her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It felt better than she had ever dared to dream.
"Is this okay?" Sheldon mumbled quietly, like he didn't want to disrupt the flow she was in.
Amy squeezed his arms, her head was thrown back in near-ecstasy already. She kept her eyes tightly shut, only able to focus on the feeling of his hand between her legs, his fingers bringing her to extreme heights rapidly. She nodded swiftly, tiny moans escaping her throat as she moved her hips against him.
Stars burst behind her eyelids and the euphoria washed over her. She gasped for breath, her clit throbbing under his fingers, more liquid gathering between her legs as she spasmed in his arms.
Sheldon ceased his movements slowly, and Amy tried to regain her breathing.
Her eyes opened up to him looking at her intensely. Her body felt sated, but still tingly and somehow wanting more. He shifted above her, and this time it was his hardened member she felt brush against her. She was very sensitive to the touch still.
Sheldon held her gaze, and slid his erection lower. Amy blushed as she realised how, even after coming just now, her body was aching for him.
Sheldon bent down and kissed her again.
"To whom do you belong, Amy?" Sheldon whispered against her mouth, holding himself steady against her.
Amy's heart constricted painfully. She must have misheard him. Amy kissed him in return and moved her hips against him, hoping he might slip inside her like this, she was desperate for him now.
Sheldon stopped her hips from moving with his hand, and lifted himself up slightly. She blinked up at him.
"Once we do this, there is no going back," Sheldon whispered, the look in his eyes making her stomach constrict.
"Sheldon, please," Amy moaned, clinging on his shoulders. She arched her back and the head of his penis slipped through the abundance of wetness there, making its way inside her.
Amy gasped softly. Sheldon stared at into her eyes, his mouth parted, his breath shallow.
Sheldon pushed into her slowly, pulling back every half or inch or so, and pushing back in further each time. He was easing his way into her, and Amy couldn't be thankful enough for the earlier orgasm he had given her. He felt enormous.
Once he was fully sheathed inside her, Amy let out a shuddering breath. She didn't dare to move too much, his member stretched her like nothing ever had. It wasn't until she felt Sheldon's lips on hers again, that she realised she had her eyes closed.
Sheldon's kisses were feather light on her lips, Amy kissed him back with a trembling breath. He pushed himself up slightly by his hands, and Amy blinked up at him. He hadn't moved since he had fully entered her, for which she was grateful. Her body was still accommodating to the stretching it endured from his more than impressive member.
Sheldon was gazing at her – in wonder, she deduced – and his arms trembled next to her.
"Amy…" he muttered, his voice filled with awe. Amy trembled under him, the look in his eyes caused her body to heat up and tears to form in her eyes.
He pulled out of her carefully and thrusted back into her slowly. Amy's head fell back against the bed; the feeling of him filling her completely overwhelmed her. Her body gave way to his thrusts with each push into her. After a while, her body welcomed the intrusions; her hips moved upwards to meet his thrusts. Amy looked back up at him.
While she had spent the last five years dreaming about this; making love to Sheldon, she had never expected it to feel like this. So overpowering, so full, so complete. She shuddered underneath him.
Sheldon was breathing harshly through his mouth as he moved above her.
Together they moved in sync - like they had when they kissed in the kitchen - when Sheldon moved forward, Amy lifted her hips, and when he retreated, so did she.
Sheldon picked up the pace; he lowered himself on top of her more, and grasped her thigh to hold himself steady. Amy lifted up her legs, wrapping them around his hips. The shift in position caused him to slip into her even deeper than before. Sheldon groaned in her neck, while Amy gasped for breath.
The way he penetrated her now caused him to push against her clit from inside her, and she was seeing stars already. The moans coming out of her mouth had to be embarrassing by now; high pitched and desperate.
"To whom do you belong, Amy?" Sheldon repeated with difficulty, gasping harder still.
Amy moaned under him, her walls clamping down on him inside her in response. She hadn't misheard him before. The tingles were multiplying again; another release was approaching rapidly.
"To you," she breathed out. Sheldon groaned in response.
"Yes," he hissed. "Mine."
His blatant possessiveness sparked something inside her.
Amy clamped down on him suddenly, falling apart under him. Wave after wave of pleasure caused her to cling to him, her body firmly grasping his member inside her. Amy moaned, trembling and convulsing against him. She heard Sheldon groan loudly in her ear and felt him come as well; his member throbbed inside her, and Amy could feel him fill her with bursts of liquid inside her.
They lay there for a minute or so; both panting deeply, as they both came down from their highs. His body felt slick with sweat against her.
Thoughts raced through her head. She and Sheldon and just had sex. Or made love. She wasn't really sure yet. Her body was still tingly, and Sheldon hadn't moved from his position above her, his head was in her neck, breathing deeply. Their racing hearts pressed together.
"Sheldon?" she whispered, unsure where they went from here.
He pulled away from her neck, and kissed her cheek, moving towards her mouth with little brushes of his lips against her skin. Amy kissed him back when he reached her mouth. She could feel the fire ignite inside her again.
"I don't want you dating other men," Sheldon murmured against her lips. He kept kissing her.
Amy nodded. She didn't want to date other men either.
"Be mine instead," he continued, kissing her deeply. Amy felt overcome by his professions and responded to his kiss with everything she had.
He did want her. All her earlier doubts and insecurities had messed with her head; Sheldon had never stopped wanting her.
"Yes," she responded softly.
Sheldon smiled down at her hesitantly, he looked insecure. "Yes?" he repeated quietly.
Amy bit her lip at him and nodded again. "Yes," she confirmed.
Sheldon smiled goofily at her – and Amy's heart soared as she grinned back up at him. The sudden happiness spreading through her whole body.
They detangled awkwardly, and Amy could feel all sorts of fluids slip out of her as he moved off her. Sheldon lay down next to her; looking at her like he couldn't believe his luck. Amy felt her heart burst with joy.
"Come," Sheldon said softly, sitting up and moving from the bed. "Let's get cleaned up, we can't sleep in these dirty sheets."
Amy laughed softly; thankful that some things never changed. With Sheldon standing naked at the foot of the bed, she could finally regard him in all this glory. She looked at his body unabashedly, and quickly averted her eyes as she looked at his member.
She couldn't help but grin as she thought back to one of Kripke's questions from earlier that evening.
Bigger than Cooper's? He wishes.
END
A/N: I hope everybody is coping well with lockdowns, social distancing and quarantines. And I hope this little piece (the longest in this series so far though) made your days of staying home and staying safe a little better.
Your reviews and appreciation make my lonely days a bit better. Thank you in advance.
