Part XI

10x24 The Long Distance Dissonance

Amy: I miss you.

Sheldon: I miss you, too.

Amy: It's so strange, earlier today I ended a sentence with a preposition and you weren't there to correct my grammar.

Sheldon: I'm sorry you had to go through that.

Amy: In fact, that's when I started to really miss you.

Sheldon: You know you just split an infinitive.

Amy: Did I? Are you gonna teach me a lesson?

Sheldon: I am. It is naughty to put an adverb between the word to and the verb stem.

Amy: What are you gonna do about it?

Sheldon: I'm going to admonish you.

Amy: Vigorously?


Amy giggled bashfully from the couch in her modest studio. She would be staying here for the rest of the summer, and she regretted not packing more knick-knacks from home. It felt like staying in a hotel, the room barren of stuff and clean.

Sheldon would love it. In fact, he did love it. She had given him a virtual tour the night before, when she first came there.

"That's the only kind of admonishing I do," he interrupted her thoughts.

Amy couldn't help but giggle softly. Her grin almost split her face.

"This is no laughing matter, Amy," Sheldon said sternly.

Amy bit her lip and looked back at him. Would he be able to tell how flustered he was making her? He should be able to see her blush on his laptop screen as well, back in Pasadena.

It was early in the afternoon, and here she was, getting all hot and bothered talking to her boyfriend hundreds of miles away. It wasn't like she could help it though; just two days ago they had had sex – and it hadn't even been her birthday – and she was still tingly from it.

Her mind drifted off.

"What if we don't fold our clothes at all?"

"Or… what if we fold them?" he said, smiling at her. Amy's heart skipped a beat as she let herself be pulled with him to their bedroom.

His lips brushed against hers again, just fleetingly before he moved to his side of the bed, his hands already on the bottom of his shirts. Amy watched on as he took them off, two at a time. Her stomach was coiling in anticipation.

Sheldon was in the midst of folding his undershirt when he stilled and looked at her.

"Amy?" he asked, probably wondering why she wasn't undressing.

Amy blinked. She had been gazing at him, completely enthralled by just his bare chest. Even though she caught glimpses of him in various states of undress almost on a daily basis now. She quickly began to undress as well.

They threw each other sly glances between the removal of undershirts, pants and skirts.

Neither of them spoke when they were both almost fully nude. Amy took her time folding her tights, and Sheldon shook out his pants again for good measure. Both of them seemed to wait for the other to take the final step and remove their underwear.

Amy held his gaze while she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Sheldon swallowed visibly as she lowered the straps down her arms. She bit her lip, smiling at him. The seductive look in her eyes was probably wasted on him, but she tried nevertheless.

A flush moved over her body. Sheldon's eyes were burning her, and she had to look away at the intensity.

She folded her bra and turned around to put in on the pile of clothes behind her. A squeak escaped her throat when she felt Sheldon's hands envelop her from behind.

"There's no need to tempt me even more than you already do every day, Amy," he whispered softly in her ear. His lips brushed across the shell of her ear and Amy's stomach swooped. Tempt him? When did she do that?

"There isn't?" she just replied, too distracted for an actual come-back. His mouth was on her neck, kissing her pulse point. Her weak spot. She moaned softly.

"No," he answered. His hands moved over her belly slowly, pulling him towards her. She gasped when she felt his hard penis press against her behind.

"Oh," she breathed out.

"Yes, oh," Sheldon murmured. His hands had moved up to her breasts now, and he cupped them simultaneously. Amy shuddered against him, her head fell back against his shoulder.

She pushed back against him, rubbing against the bulge there. Sheldon groaned in her ear, and squeezed her breasts in return. Amy mewled. If she hadn't been aroused before, she was definitely aroused now.

She turned around in his arms, pulling his head towards hers to kiss him. He met her halfway, their lips kissing frantically. He seemed to be pouring everything in this kiss; his initial reluctance for her pending departure, how he came to terms with it, and how much he would be missing her.

Amy's insides burned, yearning for him.

Sheldon was walking her backwards towards the bed, and when she felt the mattress against the back of her knees, he pulled back from her. He looked at her with a look that did more to her than his touch had done.

Her chest felt tight with nerves and anticipation. She held her breath. He stared at her with such an intensity, she was afraid to blink.

Then, he bent his legs slightly, and he lifted her from the ground with seemingly no trouble whatsoever. Amy yelped at the sudden move.

Together they fell onto the bed, Amy's legs around his waist, Sheldon's hands on her behind and thighs. He kissed her again, almost sweetly.

"I'll miss you," he murmured, kissing her down her throat, as he moved down.

"And I'll miss you," Amy whispered, breathless by his sweet words and adoration of her body.

He was rocking against her slightly, and every soft push against her caused miniscule tingles of pleasure to trickled down her spine.

It wasn't enough, she tightened her legs around him, pulling closer to him and arching her back up to him. It made him press firmly against her heated core. Sheldon groaned loudly in her neck, and bucked up against her in response.

"Oh, Amy, you naughty vixen!" he exclaimed, his hands pushing her down firmly against the mattress. His eyes shone with suppressed glee. "You'll pay for that one, Doctor Fowler."

Amy's stomach dropped at his whispered threat. The heat spread in her chest again, looking forward to what he had in mind for her. His eyes shone with a sort of promise as he looked in her eyes, before he moved quickly down to her chest.

He took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suckle – and Amy didn't think she could be more aroused than she already was. But he bit her lightly and she couldn't stop herself from crying out breathlessly.

"My goodness, that form of stimulation is highly sufficient!"

What had followed had been so different from their previous two sexual encounters. It was unplanned this time, and he had taken his time with her; unhurriedly mapping out her skin and cataloguing her responses to his ministrations, as if he needed to be sure to remember how she was at that very moment. As if he didn't have an eidetic memory.

He had worshipped her body; telling her how much he would be missing her with every kiss against her skin and every brush of his lips against her quivering mouth.

She had to be fully blushing now, thinking back to their lovemaking. Her breathing had become uneven. Sheldon looked at her quizzically for a split-second, before she could see the pupils in his eyes dilate ever so slightly.

That could just be the horrible resolution of her laptop though, but Amy liked to think that he enjoyed talking dirty to her as much as she did.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Cooper," she said in response to his earlier statement, using the same playful voice she used before.

Sheldon narrowed his eyes at her. Was he blushing?

"You'd better be, Amy," he said. "I'm trying to think of a way to punish you for this naughty behaviour from approximately 2,734 miles away…"

Amy shifted in her seat. Her underwear was getting damp with arousal already. He shouldn't say things like this. The blush on her face was spreading to her neck now.

"P-punish me?"

"Oh, yes," Sheldon said. "We can't have this kind of behaviour go unpunished now, can we?"

Amy shook her head slowly.

"That's what I thought," Sheldon said softly.

He looked at her imploringly. Something in his eyes made her heart beat faster inside her chest.

"You look a bit flushed, Amy. Why don't you take your spencer off?"

Amy's heart started to beat rapidly. Was he seriously asking her to undress for the camera?

Before she knew what she was doing however, she had lifted the article of clothing over her head. Her glasses were askew, and she straightened them out first before she looked back at the screen.

Sheldon was watching her with his lips slightly parted.

"Is that better? Maybe you should take off your blouse too, you're kind of red in the face," he spoke almost authoritatively.

Amy licked her lips slowly and swallowed to lubricate her suddenly dry throat.

She unbuttoned her blouse slowly maintaining eye contact with him all the while. She still wore a singlet over her bra, so if the FBI were to hack into this conversation, she really wouldn't be giving them much of a show.

But that all depended on whatever Sheldon was planning now.

"Is that better?" he asked, his voice void of any emotion.

Amy's breath trembled a little. She nodded. "Yeah," she said quietly. It was as if there weren't so many miles between them right now. He gave her the same look he gave her when they had been undressing slowly before they had proceeded to ravish one another.

"What are you thinking about, Amy?" he asked, his voice quiet.

Amy took a shaking breath. He couldn't tell? Or, maybe he wanted to hear her say it?

"Sheldon…" she mumbled, embarrassed by his line of questioning.

"Yes?"

She bit her lip and looked away from his penetrating gaze. How the man was able to turn her into a puddle of mush, while he wasn't even in the room was astounding.

"I've been thinking about you, Amy," he said, after she was silent for a while.

Amy looked back to him, and noticed that he was no longer in the kitchen, but seated on their bed. Their bed. It still felt strange to call it that.

Had she looked away that long?

Sheldon's legs were extremely long though, and the apartment wasn't that big. He seemed to be installing himself on the bed still. Amy decided not to comment on his change of location, but reply to his statement instead.

"You've been thinking about me?" she repeated, shyly.

"Yes," Sheldon answered. "The bed still smells like you, and I end up subconsciously looking for your warm body in the night."

Amy's smile fell. She thought he was talking dirty for a minute there, but apparently he was genuinely distraught that she was no longer sleeping next to him.

She opened her mouth, ready to apologize for going away for the entire summer – again – when he spoke again.

"Taking care of an erection seriously disrupts my morning schedule, you know."

Amy's blood rushed through her. The blush coloured her entire body, she was sure.

"I-I-I guess," she whispered. She couldn't believe he just said that. That word. But he also made it sound like it was somehow her fault. "I'm sorry?"

Sheldon made a noncommittal noise.

"You'd have been willing to help me with that, if you were still here. Wouldn't you?"

Amy gaped at him. She was instantly aroused by his words – even more than she had been before. She could see his eyes shift to her heaving breasts.

"Yes," she whispered, blushing furiously.

"I'm getting kind of warm myself," Sheldon said like he was talking about the weather or something else not even remotely interesting. "Would you mind if I take some of these clothes off?"

Amy tried to speak, but it took her a second to get a sound out.

"N-No, go ahead," her voice was hoarse and high pitched.

She expected to see him take his shirt off, but instead he moved the laptop from his lap to the space next to him on the bed. He wasn't in the picture, but she heard him fumble around and the sound of a zipper lowering.

He turned the laptop again, and all she could see was his upper half, still clad in his usual double t-shirts. There was a slight blush on his cheeks though.

She couldn't help herself as she asked him. "I thought you were going to take some clothes off?"

He did that irresistible eyebrow-raise, and her knees buckled in response.

"Take off your tights," he said so softly, she was almost sure she misheard him.

Amy took a deep breath, holding onto his gaze, and pulled down het tights from beneath her skirt. She kicked off her shoes first when she reached her ankles, before she pulled them completely off.

She sat back against the couch. Her heart was beating so fast, she was sure her FitBit would think she was working out at the moment.

Sheldon stared at her again, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Are you aroused, Amy?"

She nodded rapidly.

"Show me," he muttered.

Amy froze. What? Was he expecting her to lift her skirt and direct the camera to her privates? His privates weren't even in the screen right now! And yet he asked her to do this?

She undid the button of her skirt, and quickly lowered it to the floor.

Sheldon's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you doing?"

Amy stilled. "I thought you wanted me to show you?"

Sheldon blushed. "Yes, but not like that!"

Amy furrowed her brow at him in confusion.

Sheldon sighed deeply. "Touch yourself, and then show me," he said, exasperatedly.

Amy blinked at him. She guessed she could do that. After taking a deep breath, she shifted back on the couch a little, she tilted the screen of her laptop so her face and her cleavage would be on his screen – and absolutely nothing below the belt.

Sheldon stared at her.

Amy bit her lip and spread her legs slowly. She looked at her boyfriend hesitantly. Her right hand trembled as she lifted it from its position next to her. She caressed her collarbone, and lowered her hand slowly. She enveloped her breast with her palm, and moved her thumb over her nipple. Her breath caught in her throat.

Sheldon's nostrils flared.

Licking her lips, she moved her hand further down, across her belly, until she reached the edge of her panties. Was she seriously going to do this? She guessed it was too late now, to back out. Closing her eyes tightly, she let out a stuttering breath and slipped her hand inside her panties.

"OH!" she gasped in surprise. She was incredibly wet.

She could hear Sheldon grunt in response through the speakers of her laptop.

"How does that feel?" he grumbled, and Amy blinked open her eyes. Her fingers slipped through the wetness between her legs. It had been a long time since she had been this wet before orgasming.

"So wet," she breathed out, truthfully.

"Yeah?" Sheldon was panting a little. Amy nodded and grazed her clit with her index finger. She inhaled sharply.

"Show me," Sheldon said again, and the tone of his voice sounded more demanding this time. It caused a shiver to run down her spine.

She blushed crimson, but removed her hand from her panties anyway. Her fingers were slick with wetness, they shone in the lights of her temporary apartment.

Amy held her hand up in front of the camera so he could see. Was this what he had meant before?

His eyes darkened as he watched her. "I can still taste you, you know," he muttered, breathing deeply. "Do you know how good you taste?"

Amy's mouth dropped open. Her body flushed with heat. Of course she knew how it tasted. She had licked her fingers once or twice – after having brought herself to orgasm, curious to find out what it tasted like. But good wasn't really what she would use to describe it.

But she was more surprised that Sheldon seemed to have such a positive outlook on that part of their last round of lovemaking. She had been stunned at the time, when he had lowered his face between her legs and had proceeded to orally please her - and my God had it been out of this world. But hearing him talk about it like this? She had never expected that.

Fuelled by his appraisal, she brought her hand to her lips and sucked her wet fingers into her mouth. "Hmmm," she hummed.

Sheldon groaned softly. Amy had been so focussed on herself, that it was only now that she noticed his right arm moving slightly. She gaped at him.

"Are you touching yourself?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Sheldon's eyes had been half-closed, his head was tilted back slightly. His arm ceased moving, and he looked at her fully now.

"Was that not the point of all this?" he replied, confused.

Amy stammered for a moment. It was. She was just surprised that they were actually doing this.

"Y-yes," she stuttered.

"Good," Sheldon grumbled. His arm started to pump up and down again. He was breathing deeply. "Touch yourself again."

Amy did as she was told. Her fingers moved underneath the waistband of her panties again. She kept her eyes open, looking at Sheldon and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath he took.

"Does it take you long, to come like this?" Sheldon asked quietly.

Amy's eyes widened. She gasped.

"Uhm…" she mumbled. What actually qualified as "long"? It wouldn't be that long, she assumed. She hadn't been this turned on in a long time. "I guess a couple of minutes by now."

She blushed as she answered him. Why was she this embarrassed? It wasn't like it wasn't completely healthy to masturbate. It was just something they never discussed. Not even after that time Sheldon had obviously heard her in the bathroom, if she had read the look on his face correctly afterwards.

"It's not the same as it was two days ago," she murmured. "When you did it."

Sheldon groaned. "Did you like that?" he asked.

Amy was rubbing her clit in firm circles– the quickest way to orgasm when she just used her right hand. "Yes," she moaned.

The both of them were panting now, regarding each other with ruddy cheeks and with eyes half-closed.

"You were so responsive to me," he murmured, "I could feel your body react to my lips and my tongue…" Amy's body was reacting to him now as well, she mused. She moaned softly in response.

"You especially liked it when I used my hand too," Sheldon continued.

"Uh huh," Amy mumbled.

Sheldon groaned louder each time he spoke to her.

"Did you pack your vibrator?"

Amy stopped moving her hand altogether and stared at him in shock. Her first response was to deny she even had one. Her strict upbringing had that effect on her.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about…" she whispered.

Sheldon raised his eyebrows. "So, it's still in that black velvet bag in your bedside table?"

Amy gaped back at him. He knew. She didn't know how to process this. Besides, she had packed it.

"N-no," she muttered, red in the face. "It's in my suitcase."

He gave her a smug look. Amy wondered whether she should be talking more during all this; he seemed way too into making her feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"Do you want me to go get it?" she challenged him.

Sheldon narrowed his eyes slightly. "No," he said quietly, smirking all the while. "I'd like to think it's just me that's making you come right now."

Amy felt the heat course through her. An inhuman sound came from her throat.

"I am curious which has a better success rate though, a machine, your hand or my mouth," he muttered, "but we'll experiment with that when you're back in Pasadena."

Amy gasped for air. Her fingers slipped through the new wetness that accumulated between her legs as his words registered.

"Is that a promise?" she asked, hardly daring to hope.

"Yes."

Amy moaned, and her fingers slipped lower. She whimpered slightly when she pushed them inside herself easily. It brought back memories of two nights ago, when it had been Sheldon's fingers there. And not just his fingers. Shocks of pleasure moved through her. She trembled.

"Amy…" Sheldon grumbled. "What are you doing to me, you vixen…"

Amy opened her eyes languidly – when had she closed them? – and looked at her boyfriend. He was flushed, his mouth was slightly parted and his breath came out in ragged gasps. His right arm was moving at a much faster pace than before.

He looked incredibly sexy.

She tried to re-create the way his fingers had moved inside her two days ago, but her fingers weren't nearly long enough to reach the spot he could. She groaned in frustration.

Amy moved her fingers back up to her clit and started to rub herself again.

"Ahh, Sheldon," she mewled softly, "God, I miss you…"

He groaned her name in response.

"Miss you so," he whispered between harsh breaths, "are you close?"

Amy moaned something affirmative. She was nearly there. The sparks of pleasure were getting more intense with each swipe of her fingers against her clit. The groans and grunts coming from the speakers were edging her on. He whispered her name every other second and it caused her entire body to heat up.

"Sheldon…" she whimpered, desperation evident in her voice.

"Yesss…" he hissed, "come, babe…"

She did. Amy felt her entire body seize up as her orgasm tore through her. Her body convulsed and spasmed as she rode out the waves of pleasure moving through her. Amy was in no state to see how ridiculous she must have looked, coming hard on camera, but she could hear Sheldon moan loudly through the speakers.

She panted deeply, trying to catch her breath while her whole body still tingled with aftershocks. This orgasm couldn't measure up to the one she had when Sheldon had eaten her out – that had been mind-blowing – but it was a lot better than the average one.

Perhaps the naughty component of doing this over Skype had something to do with that.

Her heartrate was slowing down, and Amy carefully opened her eyes. It took her a couple of seconds to get her vision to focus on him.

Sheldon's head was titled back, he was breathing deeply. His arm had stopped moving, his chest heaved.

He looked utterly spent, and Amy couldn't help but feel proud of herself as she looked him over.

"Well, what do you know," Sheldon said, panting slightly still. "Turns out I can Skype it to you after all."

END

A/N Please practice social distancing like Sheldon and Amy do in this story. Stay safe. I hope you and your loved ones are healthy.

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