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Part XII
6x18 The Contractual Obligation Implementation
Amy: Sheldon, all Snow White needs is one little kiss to wake up.
Sheldon: Heard you the first time.
Sheldon focussed on the screen of his laptop again. He had been working on a paper on Bose-Einstein condensation for a while now, and spending a tedious day in a classroom with 12-year-old girls had numbed his brain to a level of intelligence worthy of Wolowitz.
Or that might have been the dressed-up girl on his couch.
He had to admit that he did look twice when she had come in dressed like an actual princess. The princess from the first Disney-movie ever made. The fact that he himself could easily pass for the male love-interest in said movie was not lost on him.
He had no time for this and whatever seeing Amy dressed like this did to him. He had wasted precious time that day, listening to Leonard try to rap to a group of pre-adolescent girls had to have been the low-point of a day filled with lows. When Amy had texted him that she was at his apartment, he had hoped the day would turn around. With Amy he was able to have intelligent conversations; her sharp wit never ceased to amaze him.
The day hadn't turned around at all.
Amy had been in a giddy mood, and tried to be all romantic again. And while he was a fan of cosplay – he did it himself quite often – today was a work day and he could not handle seeing her dressed like this, without any warning or notice. He didn't know how to handle himself, so he just did what he did best: focus on his work.
If Amy thought playing dress up would be the trick to make him succumb to his baser urges, she was very much mistaken.
A phone rang, disrupting his train of thought.
It kept ringing and he sighed loudly. "Are you going to get that?" he called out to Amy, without looking up from his screen. The phone continued to ring. Sheldon sighed again, and turned around.
Amy was no longer lying on the couch.
When had she left? He hadn't noticed her leaving, or even getting up from the couch. But her bag was still there, maybe she had just gone to the bathroom.
"Amy?" he called out into the hallway leading up to the bathroom and his bedroom.
"I'm in the bathroom!" she called back, as expected.
"Your phone is ringing!" he called back, intending to give her her privacy.
"Could you get it?"
Sheldon rolled his eyes. Answering someone else's phone was not something he thought was appropriate behaviour. He powerwalked to her bag, and pulled out her phone. Incoming call – Dr Hughes it read on the screen.
"Sheldon Cooper speaking," he answered, wondering who this Dr Hughes could be, calling his girlfriend.
"Oh, uh… hello," a man said. "I'm looking for Dr Fowler?"
Sheldon couldn't help but feel a little relieved that the unknown man addressed Amy by her title. "She's unavailable at the moment," Sheldon said. "Can I take a message?"
"Yes, could you ask to call me back if she's feeling any better?" Dr Hughes said.
Sheldon frowned. He didn't know who this man was, and what did he mean feeling any better?
"I'll have her get back to you at her earliest convenience. Who can I say called?" Sheldon asked, curious now.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Michael Hughes, head of the neurobiology department at UCLA," he answered. "It was most unfortunate that Amy had fallen ill due to that bad seafood she ate yesterday. I wanted to update her on some meetings we had today. We have investors coming in a week early, and I wanted to ask her if she'd be able to work on a presentation this weekend, so it'll be ready this Monday."
Sheldon frowned. Had Amy lied to her boss to go to Disneyland? He was disappointed in her. Those two blondes really had the worst influence in her, if she would pretend to be ill instead of just taking a day off.
"She's been doing a little better today, Doctor Hughes," Sheldon said, hoping his disappointment with his girlfriend wasn't noticeable. "I'll have her get back to you when she feels better."
"Thank you, Mister..?" Dr Hughes trailed off.
"It's doctor, actually, Doctor Sheldon Cooper," Sheldon corrected him. He couldn't believe this, surely Amy had mentioned him to her boss once or twice?
"Oh! The boyfriend, of course," Dr Hughes said. "Well, I'll leave you to tend to your girlfriend then. And thank you for passing on the message."
"Of course, sir," Sheldon said. "Good day."
He walked over to the bathroom and knocked three times. "It's open!" Amy called out.
Sheldon walked in to the sight of Amy standing at the sink. She was wiping her face with the wipes Penny kept in their bathroom. Her face was clean of that ridiculous lipstick now at least.
"I can't take the bus home dressed like Snow White," she said as an explanation.
"Right," Sheldon said, "So, I just had a fun conversation."
"Oh yes, who was it?" Amy asked, her eyes were on her reflection, she didn't see the stoic look Sheldon was giving her.
"It was Dr Hughes, wondering if you were feeling any better after the bad seafood you had yesterday," Sheldon said, and he enjoyed how the colour drained from Amy's face. "Must have been quite a day for your intestines, riding roller coasters while having stomach problems?"
Amy gave him a look.
"I didn't have stomach problems, Sheldon," she said, sounding tired.
"I thought so," Sheldon said, and he walked closer to her. "It would be most illogical to go to a theme park with food poisoning – the state of the facilities there isn't always up to par. I know you would be intelligent enough not to do such a thing."
"Right," Amy said. She busied herself with untying the bow on her head.
"But I also thought you wouldn't be the kind of person to lie to your boss so you could have a day off, so what do I know," Sheldon continued.
Amy turned around and crossed her arms. It made her bosom pop out even more than it already did. Sheldon cursed his peripheral vision. He didn't understand why Amy was giving him a tired look though. It was because of her that he had to lie to her superior.
"So, I played hooky with the girls," she said, sighing deeply. "Big deal."
Sheldon looked at her in confusion. He didn't understand why she was acting like this; he hadn't done anything wrong. Had he? He had covered for her; breaching his own personal code of ethics in the process.
"I don't see why you're mad at me here," Sheldon exclaimed, "I'm the one who had to lie to your boss just now."
Amy huffed. "I'm sorry you had to lie to him," she said. "I'll get back to him once I'm home."
Her apology didn't sound sincere. It also didn't explain why she was acting mad at him. She turned around again to busy herself with her appearance again.
"Alright," Sheldon said, looking at her quizzically, trying to figure her out. "You're leaving then?"
"Yes," she said exasperated.
"Why?"
"Why?" she repeated incredulously. "You've been ignoring me for half an hour, Sheldon. I know when I'm not wanted."
He balked back. He had wanted to spend time with her, but like they usually spend their time; playing counterfactuals, and having intelligent conversation. Not this fairy-tale nonsense of him having to kiss her awake. She really went out of her way to get him to touch her in any way.
Sometimes he wondered if she had enjoyed the spanking he had given her when she had pretended to be sick. But that thought was so preposterous, he dismissed it as soon as it came.
He didn't really know how to respond to this. Apparently Amy took his reluctance to kiss her as a rejection of her altogether, but that wasn't the case. He opened his mouth to respond, but was rendered speechless when he saw how she had moved her hands to her back and was working on the closure of her dress.
She was pulling on the velvet-like fabric, stretching as she went and her clumsy movements did nothing to loosen the closure. Amy groaned in frustration.
Sheldon walked closer to her, and lowered her hands. Amy looked at him in the mirror, her eyes filled with surprise. "Here, let me," he mumbled and assessed the clasps. It was a long train of hook-and-eye closures, which started at the back of her neck and moved all the way down to the swell of her bottom. He swallowed thickly.
He brushed her hair over her shoulder and with shaking fingers started to open them, top to bottom. "How did you even get into this dress?" he asked.
"Penny helped me," Amy muttered. Sheldon nodded in response. He could see her blush slightly.
The air between them felt different. Sheldon thought that helping her with this was his way of making amends with her. He hoped that was clear enough. The fabric of the dress was delicate, and it made sense to go about this at a tremendously slow pace. Amy didn't seem to mind.
"We actually wanted to be Cinderella, but Bernadette wouldn't let us," Amy spoke quietly.
"You're more suited to be Snow White anyway," he replied, the volume of his voice matching hers.
"Because my mother can be a witch too?" Amy asked, the corners of her mouth lifting in a kind of smile.
Sheldon brushed his fingers across the uncovered skin between her shoulder blades as he opened more of the closures. Her skin felt warm. Soft.
"That too," he muttered. His fingers were uncovering more skin with every word he said.
"What else then?" Amy asked, and she sounded breathless.
Sheldon looked up from his hands, and met her gaze in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and her pupils looked rather big for the amount of fluorescent light in the bathroom.
"Wasn't Snow White the most beautiful in all the land?" he asked rhetorically.
He held her gaze as he said it. Amy stared back at him. She blushed fully now and seemed to have trouble forming words.
"Y-yes," she whispered. Her breathing had halted.
Sheldon just lifted his eyebrows in answer, as if to say 'well, there you have it'. He felt his own cheeks heat up as he realised he had just called her beautiful. He focussed on the never-ending line of clasps on her back.
The more of them he opened, the more creamy white skin he uncovered. Just skin. He was at the end of the row of closures now, just above her bottom and the skin between her neck and his hands was completely bare. His throat went dry at the realisation.
"Why aren't you wearing a brassiere?" he asked, hoping his voice didn't sound too wobbly. When he had bathed her that time she was sick, he had averted his eyes when she climbed in the tub and after that she had been covered with bubbles. Moreover, she had been sick so he had behaved like a professional when he had washed her.
But she wasn't ill this time. And there was a sudden tension between them now.
"I had to take it off," she mumbled in response, "the dress wouldn't close. There's some sort of padding here in the front."
Sheldon's eyes shifted to her bosom. The fabric of the dress hung more loosely around her now. Amy held her hands against her breasts, to keep the dress from slipping down. It made her cleavage more pronounced. Sheldon felt a sort of stirring in his pants.
"I see," he replied, his voice hoarse suddenly. He cleared his throat awkwardly. His hands still rested on her lower back, the fingers of his left hand hooked between the two pieces of fabric, his fingers against her bare skin. Hesitantly he repositioned his right hand so his palm rested against on the fabric of the dress, just above the swell of her bottom.
Amy inhaled sharply.
Sheldon timidly moved his hand over the velvet-like structure. His feet moved on their own accord, stepping closer to her. His eyes remained on the bare strip of skin on her back.
"The whole 'encouraging girls to get into science' was a disaster until I was able to get you and Bernadette on the phone," he mumbled as he moved his hand across her lower back towards her hip.
"O-Oh?" Amy asked, breathily.
"Yes," Sheldon nodded, "Leonard was a complete embarrassment, Howard came off looking like a stewardess and those girls weren't even interested of my narration of Marie Curie's life."
He didn't know why he was telling her all this. He just needed to keep talking because once he stopped he would have to leave her to get changed and he didn't want to. He just couldn't stop caressing her. The fabric felt nice under his palm, and Amy radiated some sort of heat from beneath the dress.
"I'm glad to have been able to help then," Amy whispered.
Sheldon moved his left hand inside her dress – it was partly there already anyway – and mimicked the earlier movements his right hand had made, only now against the bare skin of her lower back. Amy felt incredibly soft and warm.
"Thank you again," he said quietly.
He could feel Amy inhale and exhale shakily, his hand now on the side of her ribcage. The movement of his hand caused the dress to fall open more, and the left sleeve fell down her shoulder. Her heart was pounding so fast that he could feel it through her skin.
"It was no problem, really," she murmured.
Sheldon repositioned his right hand as she spoke, moving it inside her dress too. He took another step closer, there was barely any space between their bodies now. He watched as he caressed the right side of her back, as if he was watching someone else do it.
Sheldon didn't know what he was doing.
Amy was trembling under his hands.
The dress had fallen open fully now, exposing almost her entire back to him. He looked up into the mirror again, and tried to read the expression on Amy's face. There were red blotches on her cheeks and in her neck. Her eyes were dark, and her lips were slightly parted.
Without the fire red lipstick on them, they looked much more inviting.
"Sheldon… all Snow White needs is one little kiss to wake up."
Her request resounded in his head. He recalled the last time she had kissed him, a little over a year ago when he had given her the tiara. He thought about it quite often, if he was honest with himself. The way her lips had smashed against his in her blatant enthusiastic display of affection. It had been different from the first time she kissed him, when she had been drunk.
He wondered why she hadn't tried to kiss him since. Or maybe she was waiting on him to do it.
"I think it would have made an even bigger impact on those female children if you had been with us there," Sheldon said softly, and he took a small step to the left.
He wasn't looking at her reflection in the mirror anymore, but at her face from the side. He was only half behind her now, his hands still on her naked sides. His eyes swept over her face. Her eyes still looked different, more pronounced, but at least she was wearing her glasses again. Amy looked weird without her glasses.
"W-why is that?" Amy stuttered, she turned her head to the left, looking him in the eye.
Sheldon's eyes swept over her front. Amy was still holding up the dress with both arms to cover her bosom, the puffed sleeves were hanging low on her upper arms. Sheldon slowly moved his left hand from her side over her shoulder blade to her clavicle in one long caress.
He held her wavering gaze as he cupped her face with his hand. He was surrounding her like this; his body pressed against her side, his right hand holding her against him by her waist and his left hand tilting up her head where he wanted it.
"Are you kidding me? If Snow White telling them about the importance of women in science doesn't do the trick, nothing will," he said. He grazed her jawline with thumb.
Amy chuckled softly.
"Girls above twelve years old aren't into fairy tales anymore, Sheldon," she said, smiling slightly.
"I beg to differ," Sheldon rebutted, raising an eyebrow at her.
"You do?" Amy asked.
"Yes," he said, pulling her closer to him, "because I know a girl dressed up as Snow White who was waiting to be kissed a mere minutes ago."
Amy's eyes widened in surprise. Sheldon knew he couldn't back out now. Also, he didn't really want to.
He watched as Amy's eyes fluttered shut when he bent down towards her. He pressed his lips against hers softly. It was over in a second. He pulled back slightly, to gage her reaction. Amy made a tiny whimpering sound in the back of her throat. Thinking that was probably a good sign, Sheldon pulled her closer again and kissed her lips once more.
Amy was prepared this time, and a tiny shock went through him as his mouth pressed against her puckered lips. A fire ignited inside him, the feeling of her lips against his felt nothing like the other times she had kissed him. This was new; intense, and it made him hungry for more.
He wondered why it was so different this time. Maybe because they were both active participants now, Sheldon mused.
He kissed her again, and again. Amy kept kissing him in return. Their lips moved over each other, and Sheldon tried to mimic what he had seen in episodes of Star Trek and Avengers movies.
His brain was going a mile a minute, but he tried his hardest not to think too much. He was awkward in his movements, it was all new to him; the act of kissing. He worried for a second that maybe he wasn't doing it right. He was a fast learner, and he moved on autopilot solely guided by the way Amy's breathing pattern changed and the tiny sounds she made with each kiss he pressed to her lips.
Sheldon moved his hand to the back of her neck, her hair cascading through his fingers as his fingers caressed the back of her head. The position they were standing in was starting to hurt his neck, he had to bend in an unnatural angle to kiss her like this. Without breaking the contact between her lips, he pulled on her waist with the hand that was still grasping the naked skin of her back, making her turn so she faced him fully.
Almost hesitantly, Amy's hands let go of her dress and grasped his neck, holding him against her. The dress had no chance of dropping down now anyway, with their bodies fused together like this. Sheldon tilted his head to the side, and opened his mouth further as their lips moved over each other with a sense of haste. He didn't know what was coming over him; this desire, this urge, this need to consume her.
Amy copied his movements, and their tongues brushed against each other. Timidly at first, but it only took Sheldon about two seconds to decide the act of French kissing wasn't repulsive as he had always thought, but rather stimulating and addicting.
He made a sort of groaning sound in the back of his throat and pulled her even closer to him by the hand on her back. His hand slipped lower on her supple skin, and all of sudden he was grasping the cotton of Amy's underwear.
Sheldon pulled his head back in shock at his own behaviour. He was breathing deeply as he thought over what he had just done. He had groped Amy's posterior. Like a cave man.
Amy was rather breathless herself. Sheldon opened his mouth to apologize for this inappropriate action, but he stopped when he saw the looked on Amy's face. The pupils of her eyes were full-blown black, her cheeks were ruddy, her mouth glistened with their combined saliva and her breath came out in small puffs of air.
She looked stunning.
And she didn't look repulsed by his behaviour either. Of course she didn't. Hadn't she been trying to get him to kiss her for years now? Even before they were officially a couple, she had been all over him at times.
But grabbing her bottom was something beyond just kissing – French or not. Sheldon searched her eyes. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. Sheldon felt that stirring in his pants again. He tried to read the expression on her face, and if he wasn't mistaken she hadn't minded the manhandling side of him. At all.
Slowly, he moved into her again. Their mouths crashed together. Amy whimpered again, and she pulled on the hairs in the nape of his neck. A surge of something sparked through him; all through his spine, cumulating in his groin. Sheldon groaned, and wasn't reluctant in his touches this time. He grasped her bottom with his full hand now – on purpose, and Amy made a delightful squeak in his mouth in response.
He was so focussed on the feel of her bottom beneath his hand – firm yet soft, that he didn't even notice Amy had unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt until he felt her hand brush against his bare sternum. He grunted in her mouth but made no move to stop her. And she didn't. Her fingers trembled, but she kept unbuttoning more buttons until she was about half-way across his chest. Their kisses had become less urgent now; just their lips brushing against each other in a slow rhythm.
Amy tugged on his shirt, pulling it loose from his pants. She wasted no time in touching him; both her hands were on his chest, caressing him slowly. His heart was beating rapidly now, and she must be able to feel it. Pounding against his chest and the hands that lay across it.
Amy was feeling bold now, was he? He squeezed her bottom in response. Two could play that game.
He pulled away from her mouth, moving across her face to her neck. He pressed kisses against her jaw in the process. He kissed her on the soft skin under her ear, and Amy gasped softly.
"You're behaving rather forward for a princess, Amy," he mumbled in her ear, while he moved his hand from the back of her head to her front, caressing her neck fleetingly and moving down her chest. His fingers brushed the top of her breast.
She froze in his arms and he could hear how she had stopped breathing.
"Is this okay?" he asked quietly, his fingers poised above the swell of her breast. She took her time answering, and Sheldon loosened his grip on her posterior. He was going too far and too fast. He didn't know what had come over him. Maybe it was the way she looked – gorgeous – or just the fact that he had never before experienced any of this and he wanted to experience it again and again. And then some more.
He was about to step away from her completely when she pulled her hands away from his chest. Sheldon's vision was obscured by her hair and neck, but he heard the rustling of fabric and felt how her dress fell down from her arms. Its descend was halted by Amy's hips, where the velvet-like fabric brushed against his underarm which was still on her behind.
He heard Amy breathe in shakily. She grasped his hand and guided it to her breast. It was Sheldon's turn to stop breathing now; he carefully enveloped her breast with his hand, his thumb ghosting over her nipple, which hardened under his touch. Fascinating.
He breathed out harshly against her neck, and kissed her pulse point again.
Amy moaned, and she grasped his neck and proceeded to pull his head up so she could kiss him again. They stood there for some time; Sheldon with his shirt half open, Amy with her chest bare, Sheldon's hand on her breast and the other on her posterior, breathing in each other's scents with their heads in their necks.
Touching her like this was having an inevitable effect on his nether regions. He wondered if Amy had already noticed it, and if so, if she knew just how far this thing between them was supposed to go today.
She kept making these tiny moans with every tentative touch he made against her nipples. He was feeling too warm suddenly, in the harsh light of the bathroom with his jacket still on, and the heat coming off Amy's body in front of him.
Sheldon pulled back from her, catching his breath and trying to maintain eye contact with her. He could see her heaving chest clearly in his peripheral vision anyway. Amy was blinking up at him. She looked completely irresistible to him.
"Come with me," he said, and grasped her hand. He turned around quickly and pulled her behind him towards his bedroom. They couldn't keep this up in the bathroom – whatever it was they were doing. Amy followed him silently, except for the clicks her heels made on the tiles of the bathroom floor.
He opened the door to his bedroom and pulled her with him. He turned and closed the door quickly, locking it for good measure – Leonard was at Penny's, but he could never be too sure. He proceeded to take off his jacket, which felt way too warm after the nerve-wracking activities they had done just.
He hung it on the back of the chair there – Amy's phone was still in the pocket after all, he couldn't just throw it down. He turned around and finished the job Amy had started with his shirt; unbuttoning the final buttons and pulling it off.
Amy gaped at him the whole time. She had taken hold of the dress again, and was covering her breasts awkwardly.
He stared at her. Maybe he had misread her. Perhaps she didn't want this after all – whatever it was they were doing. All Sheldon really knew, is that he had felt overheated, anxious and excited all at once and his hardened member between his legs was making decisions for him.
Amy's eyes shifted to his pants. There was no hiding his excitement. He met her surprised look with an air of defiance.
Her jaw fell open, and her blush intensified.
But she didn't recoil.
Sheldon took two steps towards her, and reached out to grab her right hand. Amy let him, her eyes big and questioning. She repositioned her other hand to hold up her dress. He pulled her hand towards him, and pressed his lips in a kiss against her knuckles.
Amy exhaled shakily. Sheldon looked at her, his eyes imploring her. She swallowed thickly.
"Sheldon…" she mumbled.
Sheldon pulled on her hand, and bent down a little to kiss the inside of her wrist. He kissed lower and lower on the soft skin of the inside of her arm.
"Yes?" he asked.
He lifted her arm and placed her hand on his shoulder. He pulled her towards him again by her hips and pressed a swift kiss on her lips. He looked in her eyes again. This was one of those times in his live he wanted nothing more than the ability to read minds. What was she thinking? Did she want him to stop? Why was she covering herself for him, while he had seen everything already? Was she scared of all this, like him?
So many questions, and no answers.
It drove him mad with worry and anxiety. He needed to focus on what he did know. Amy looked radiant, and he had the unprecedented desire to kiss her. Sheldon decided that the best course of action was to give in to that. He pulled her even closer and kissed her once more.
It was merely a brush of his lips against hers. The tiny electric shocks were still palpable through his entire body though.
"I can't seem to stop kissing you, Amy," he confessed quietly between kisses.
"Then don't," she mumbled.
Sheldon groaned softly and all but crashed her body against his. She wanted him. Thank God. He was beginning to worry he was doing this without her consent. Amy moaned again, and the sound alone was enough to remind him of the erection in his pants that was starting to become painful now.
Pulling her against him like this was turning out to become a different problem altogether though; the warmth of her body against the front of his pants was much too stimulating. He was losing focus rapidly. Amy had let go of her dress again, and Sheldon needed no further encouragement to touch her again.
Both his hand were palming her breasts now, and Amy pulled away from his mouth to breathe deeply. The way her nipples formed into peaks by his hands enthralled him. He looked down at his own hands, and how her breasts seemed to fit perfectly in them. He pinched her nipples – but not overly hard – just to see how she would react. Amy made a sort of high pitched sound.
Sheldon's erection pressed against his pants painfully. He needed to get his pants off. It was becoming more than just a little uncomfortable now. He felt that he needed to tell her though; he still wasn't sure what was going on entirely – Were they going to have coitus? Or would they take care of this in a different way? Should he ask for explicit consent? – still so many questions.
"I'm going to take my pants off," Sheldon stated quietly.
"O-okay," Amy nodded. Her hands fell away from his shoulders.
Sheldon diverted his gaze and focussed on unbuckling his pants and lowering the zipper without inadvertently stimulating himself. He should have thought this through; he was still wearing his shoes. He flushed with embarrassment, and awkwardly made his way to the foot of his bed. He sat down and untied his shoelaces first, before taking his shoes off. He then took off his pants and the sweet relief of being released from the constricting fabric was amazing. He sighed contently.
He looked up from his seated position on the bed to see Amy looking at him, her hand in front of her mouth as if she was suppressing giggles. Was his discomfort amusing to her? He raised his eyebrows at her in question.
"Is something funny, Amy?" he dead-panned.
She shook her head, but she was biting her lip and grinning slightly. Sheldon narrowed his eyes at her. She was lying.
He held out his hand for her to take. She did and let him pull her closer. She came to a halt between his legs, and Sheldon gazed up at her. Slowly, he started to gather the satiny yellow fabric of the skirt in his hands, gathering it at her waist. He stood up from the bed as he lifted the entire dress up and over her head.
He walked around her and shook it out firmly before he draped it over the back of the chair that was already bearing his discarded clothing. They were both almost naked now, he realised. He turned back around with a sense of foreboding.
He hadn't expected to find Amy seated on his bed, her back against his headboard, her knees pulled up and her shoes filed neatly at the foot of his bed. It was that last thing more than anything that made him feel more at ease; she could have just kicked her shoes off, but she had straightened them out. Because she knew that was what he needed. A sense of order, normalcy.
His earlier fear of whatever they were doing disappeared gradually. Amy knew him. She understood him like no other; and yet she still chose to be with him. It made him feel much more at ease.
The sight of a nearly naked Amy in his bed only heightened his already aroused state.
Her eyes kept shifting to his privates, which were still covered by his white briefs. Sheldon knew he had nothing to worry about in that area, but perhaps that was reason she looked a little apprehensive. He walked over to the bed and took a seat next to her.
Their eyes met. Hers were filled with something; excitement mixed with fear, if he was reading them correctly. Sheldon wondered what she saw in his eyes right now.
"I ehm…," he started, "I have condoms here." He indicated to his nightstand.
Amy's eyebrows rose in surprise or shock. Was she shocked by the statement itself, or by the fact that he had condoms in the first place?
"You do?" Amy asked.
"Well, yes," Sheldon said, looking away from her awkwardly.
"Why?"
Sheldon had been afraid of this. He had never expected to actually have this conversation. And he hated admitting he was wrong. Leonard must never hear of this, he decided.
"When you became my girlfriend, Leonard gave them to me," he mumbled. "I told him that our relationship wasn't going to be any different than it was when we were just friends, especially not in the physical sense, but he insisted I keep them in my nightstand."
He sighed deeply.
"Leonard can't know he was right, Amy," Sheldon said, giving her a pleading look. "I'll never hear the end of it."
Amy chuckled softly. "Alright," she murmured. Sheldon didn't know if she was referring to them having sex in general – alright, would that count as consent? – or is she was referring to not telling Leonard. It had been a long time since Sheldon had felt this unsure of anything.
All this talk of Leonard being smarter than he was seriously diminishing his arousal.
"Those things have an expiration date, you know," Amy said after a moment of silence, smiling softly.
"I know," Sheldon nodded, "I checked that when Leonard gave them to me. These don't expire until August next year."
Suddenly, Amy's mouth was pressed against his lips in a kiss worthy of a Hollywood movie. She had pulled him practically atop of her with a surprising strength.
She pulled away from his face, her eyes sparkling. "Gosh, your eidetic memory is so sexy," she whispered breathlessly. Sheldon met her next kiss with enthusiasm, his arousal returning tenfold by Amy's admiration of his intelligence – his best feature, according himself as well.
He found himself crawling on top of her; their lips meeting over and over, their kisses heated, their tongues doing a sort of passionate dance between their opened mouths.
When his chest came into contact with her naked breasts, he groaned in her mouth. His body was taking over again; before he had really registered how, he found himself fully on top of Amy, his lower body between her opened legs as he pressed against the heat there.
They broke apart, breathing deeply. Sheldon didn't really know how to proceed. He had spent years listening to the guys talk about (mediocre) sex with the women in their lives, and he remembered every conversation about it. What he and Amy were doing at the moment would be classified as 'dry humping' and he understood the appeal just now.
Amy held his gaze and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even more firmly against her.
"Oh God," Sheldon exclaimed, his eyes rolling back in his head. The sensations were overwhelming him already.
He was not going to be able to keep this up for very long. He racked his brain for a split-second; had the guys ever actually spoken of successfully pleasing a woman? Or just about their failed attempts?
Amy was moaning quietly as she rubbed herself against him. Sheldon knew the basic anatomy of the female body. He could do this.
He kissed her again, his tongue sweeping across her lips and meeting her tongue between their opened mouths. With his right hand, he grasped her breast again and pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She bucked up against him in response. He moved his hand down swiftly, caressing her belly on his way down. He reached her pantie-covered centre with his hand and carefully brushed this fingers across her.
Amy's hands were squeezing his arms so tightly she would leave bruises.
"Amy," he whispered. "Can I…?"
"Yes," she breathed. She assisted him in taking off her panties, giving him sly looks in the process. Sheldon had seen her without underwear twice before; when she had been ill and he had bathed her – he had lied before; the hero always peeks – and that one time in the Caltech parking lot. He remembered vividly what she looked like. Yet, he still couldn't stop looking at her now.
"Sheldon," Amy sounded embarrassed for some reason, and she closed her legs a little.
Sheldon looked up at her face, she was blushing. He lay down next to her on the bed and kissed her lips softly.
"I've never done this before," he said unnecessarily, hoping she understood what he actually meant to say: help me.
He brought his hand down between her legs, brushing over a small patch of hairs, before he moved lower to the part of her that had remained a mystery up till now. He inhaled sharply at the strange way she felt. Warm, and slick with desire. He knew enough to know that was a good sign.
Amy let out a shuddering breath.
He let his fingers glide over her; exploring her folds with hesitant touches. Amy moved her hips against him, and his index finger slipped lower and lower. The abundance of lubrication helped him greatly, and his finger moved on its own accord inside her. Both of them gasped; Amy out of pleasure (he hoped) and Sheldon out of sheer wonder. He had no idea the inside of a woman would feel like this; hot and smooth and snug.
Experimentally, he moved his finger inside her and pulled it out. He swiped over her with more fingers, and was amazed by how she responded to his touch on the hardened nub he encountered at the top of her labia. He pushed two fingers in when he returned to her entrance.
It was a tight fit, and he immediately worried this whole ordeal would be a complete disaster should they ever come to the actual sex part; she pulsed around him and just the thought of that sensation around his member caused him to almost lose it already.
He moved his thumb over what he now knew had to be her clitoris, while he moved his fingers inside her slowly. Amy was panting softly. He kissed her again because he really couldn't stop doing that, and she moaned into his mouth. It had to be the most arousing thing he had ever heard.
"Am I doing it right?" he muttered, trying to listen to the tiny breathy moans she made under his ministrations while he studied her face.
Amy nodded rapidly. "J-just," she panted, "could you – a little harder – w-with your thumb…"
It was hard to understand her when she spoke incoherently like this, but Sheldon reckoned that was a good thing. He increased the pressure on her clit and her moans became louder instantly.
"OHH," she whimpered, her head thrown back and her back arched, making her breasts rise up. Sheldon bent down and tentatively closed his lips around one of her nipples. He worked it with his lips and tongue.
Amy keened, and her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers. Sheldon choked in shock. Holy shit. He needed to feel that again. He moved over to her other breast, and in his haste to engulf her breast in his mouth, he accidentally scraped across her nipple with his teeth.
Amy moaned. But not out of pain.
Sheldon stilled. Did she like that?
"Don't stop, Sheldon, please," Amy breathed out, sounding almost desperate.
So he continued as he had before, with increased pressure on her clitoris, his fingers pumping into her at a constant pace and his mouth latched on her breast, his teeth barely nibbling on her. It only took him precisely 41 seconds of these combined efforts before she convulsed under him.
She had squeezed around his fingers before, but she had a vice-like grip around him now. With her hands on his arms, as well as the muscles throbbing around his fingers. Sheldon stared at her in fascination. A blush moved over her chest up to her face, and her expression there was breath-taking. Her brows were furrowed, and her mouth formed a perfectly shaped 'O' in a silent scream.
Sheldon could feel his own heart racing. Amy was slowly catching her breath, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him in wonder. Sheldon swallowed away the dryness in his mouth. He retracted his hand from between her legs and wiped his fingers across the side of his briefs.
"Sheldon," Amy still sounded out of breath, "that was… that was incredible."
He could feel himself blushing. While he liked the praise – he was glad she gave him the validation if he was honest – what he wanted now more than anything was a release himself. He had done the chivalrous thing and took care of Amy first. Surely it would be okay if he continued now? Or did she need more time to come to?
"I think I'm ready," Amy said softly.
Sheldon stared at her. He had always thought if the time would come that he and Amy would engage in intercourse (a possibility he had always thought to be highly improbable), it would be for procreation. Not recreation.
And he had also never imagined he would feel like this in the very moment. Excited, nervous, anticipating, curious. But also, oddly calm and determined.
He nodded fleetingly at her, and got up from his position next to her to walk over to his nightstand. He grabbed one of the foil packets, checked the date to be sure – but he had checked them when Leonard gave them to him and Sheldon didn't forget – and opened it, his hands suddenly shaky.
"Here, let me," Amy said, taking the condom from him and ripping open the packaging.
Sheldon breathed out deeply and took off his briefs. There was already pre-cum oozing out of him. This was going to over fast. Amy reached out to touch him and he shifted away from her.
"Careful," Sheldon mumbled. "Maybe I should do it myself. I don't think I'll be able to last very long."
"Okay."
He took care of the condom, and managed not to ejaculate directly. That was a small win already, he presumed.
"Sheldon," Amy said with a small voice, "if you don't want to do this, we don't have to."
He gave her a confused look. What made her say that? He had been hard for ages now. Of course he wanted to. Had he not been clear about that? He was just new to this.
"I know," Sheldon said, "I want to."
Amy looked both relieved and nervous at the same time. She reached out to his face and cupped his cheek. Sheldon leaned in and kissed her lips. He wondered how much time he would need after tonight to think all this through. When he had gotten home and Amy had begged for his kisses while she lay on the couch with her feet in his spot, he would have never predicted that he would actually be kissing her at all. Let alone do more than that.
Their kisses became heated again. And, as if he had done so a hundred times before, Sheldon moved between Amy's legs. They kept kissing; less heated now, but not any less intense. Every kiss between them felt like a promise of something. Sheldon just hoped he could live up to them.
He let his instincts take over and he felt himself pressing against her now.
"Amy," he mumbled, holding himself back.
She moaned softly and pulled him close again to kiss him deeply.
He could feel her hips shift underneath him, and the head of penis pressed inside her now. He was already seeing stars; he closed his eyes firmly and breathed shallowly. He tried to focus on anything else to keep from letting go prematurely; the scent coming from Amy's hair, the feeling of her lips, the softness of the hips he held onto as he pushed in further.
Once he was inside her fully he dared to breathe again and look Amy in the eye.
Her eyes weren't full of tears like he had feared, but they were filled with something else that scared him even more. He swallowed thickly.
"Are you alright?" he mumbled. He didn't see how she could be; her body had resisted him the entire time he had pushed in her, as slow as he could have possibly gone.
Amy breathed out in a sort of chuckle. "Yes," she moaned softly. "I can't believe we're doing this."
Sheldon bent down to kiss her again. She was obviously lying to spare his feelings, which was okay. He lo- - liked that about her. He deepened the kiss and carefully started to move his hips.
Amy moaned in the back of her throat, and Sheldon could only grunt slightly in response. She felt amazing. Hot, slick and tight around him. The stimulation was unbelievable. He would never be able to recreate this feeling with just his hand and a bottle of body lotion.
He pulled back fully and entered her again, and again, and again.
Amy was undulating her hips, and the movement he made was easier with every push of his hips. Sheldon was panting now, and a horrible thought crossed his mind; he loved this. Not only would he have to admit to Leonard to needing the condoms, he would have to admit to Amy that he wanted to do this more often.
She had felt too good around him to begin with, but now she was meeting his thrusts and those sounds – his panting, her breathy little moans and whimpers, the sound of their bodies meeting in a sort of wet, squelching sound – he couldn't take it anymore.
"Amy," he muttered urgently, "I can't last much longer…"
She crashed their mouths together again. "That's okay," she mumbled, "you'll last longer next time…"
Sheldon didn't fully register what she said after 'that's okay'. Because as soon as she had given him permission of sorts, he had stopped holding back with his thrusts and started to pound into her at a much faster and rougher pace. Amy didn't seem to mind, her little moans only increased in volume.
"Amy," he breathed her name again and again, his mouth brushing across hers in fleeting kisses. Their breaths mingled, which surprisingly didn't even disgust him. Suddenly he was pulled in even closer by her legs around his waist.
It was his undoing.
He groaned her name one last time as his orgasm overtook him. He was familiar with the feeling of relief that came with it, but never had it felt like this. Overpowering his entire body and numbing his mind. He gasped harshly in her neck as he filled the condom with hot bursts of seed.
It took all the strength he had left in his arms not to fall down on top of her immediately. They shook with exertion, and Amy must have noticed his efforts to avoid crushing her, because she pulled him against her in a hug. Their bodies felt damp with sweat, and even that didn't repulse him now.
His mind was still blank and filled with oxytocin. "Good lord, Amy," he whispered, unable to think of anything else to say. She breathed out softly in his neck. He pulled out of her and it was awkward and would have been very messy had he not thought quickly and held onto condom as he left her warm body. He fell down next to her, and gazed at her.
She looked radiant; her carefully styled curls now messy, her cheeks still held that lovely blush, her lips were swollen from their kisses and her eyes shone with what he could describe as pure happiness.
She wasn't just radiant, though. Beautiful, he realised.
"How are you feeling?" she said quietly.
Sheldon sighed deeply. "Sated," he answered, truthfully. Amy giggled.
"You?" Sheldon asked.
"Wonderful," she whispered.
Sheldon blinked at her in confusion. Perhaps she wasn't referring to the physical state of her body right now, but to her state of mind.
The words she had spoken to the middle school girls suddenly resounded in his head; We girls are encouraged to care more about the way we look, than about the power of our minds.
Sheldon reached out to her and pulled her in for another kiss, another kiss filled with promises.
Maybe the next time they did this, he would be able to tell her how it was in this moment he realised she was the whole package to him:
A woman who looked even more beautiful out of her princess get-up than in it, who possessed a mind so powerful she was able to even bring the great Sheldon Cooper to succumb to his baser urges.
END
A/N Today, May 7th, it's the birthday of my fellow writer and wonderful artist; Regina, known by her handle rgbcn. Among her works is the cover of one of my not-so-dirty fanfics; the Affection Misconception.
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