Part XVII
6x05 The Holographic Excitation
Amy: How about Raggedy Ann and Andy? I loved them growing up.
Sheldon: No, I don't think so. Those dolls represent three things I do not care for, clowns, children and raggediness. I think it's a lost cause.
Amy: No. There are certain things that say to the world; "I have a boyfriend, and he's not made up." Matching costumes, hickeys and sex tapes. Pick one.
Sheldon: What's a hickey?
Amy was putting her foot down.
How difficult could it be to just pick one of the couples from her side of the board? She never asked for much after all, in their relationship. Was it too much to ask for a couples costume she could enjoy?
Sheldon would look amazing as the Prince from Snow White. Her mind drifted off unintentionally; Sheldon would be wearing a hat with a large feather on it, and sometime during the night she might be able to lie down somewhere. Only Sheldon's kiss would wake her up from the sleep the poisonous apple had put her in… Her heart rate quickened at the mere thought… He would lean into her, and for the first time since she'd known him, he would kiss her and not the other way around…
"Alright, I'll do it," Sheldon's voice brought her out of her daydream.
Amy flushed. Was it obvious she was daydreaming about him?
She looked up at her boyfriend to see him pocket his phone. Had he looked up the outfit the prince wore in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs? He'd look rather dashing.
"Really?" she asked, knowing she sounded thrilled.
"Yes," Sheldon sighed, and for some reason he was flushed. "But only if we go as R2-D2 and C-3PO."
Amy's brow furrowed.
"What?" she asked. It didn't add up in her head.
"I'll do it, but only if I get to be C-3PO," he said again, enunciating clearly. His neck was blotched red.
Amy gaped at him. Do what?
"Okay," she said, questioningly.
"Alright," Sheldon said. "Now, I already have a C-3PO costume, so you will need to get a move on with the R2-D2 one before the party."
Perhaps he had misunderstood her. This wasn't compromising as she had planned. She had wanted to go as a romantic couple – not some stupid robot from one of his dopey space movies. But he was talking about going as the robot duo again.
Hadn't she given him an option?
"Now, I think it's best you get started on that costume now. The time is limited. I'll come by tomorrow to settle my end of the deal," Sheldon appeared even more flustered than before.
What end of what deal?
Had she missed a part of the conversation while she was daydreaming? She must have. It didn't make sense in her head, the things he was saying.
"Alright," she said, looking at him uncertainly.
"Good," Sheldon said, sounding breathless. He turned towards the white board again, and proceeded to wipe everything out but the 'C3PO & R2-D2' option. Amy had a feeling she lost an argument once again, but there was a tremor in Sheldon's hands as he wiped the board clean that didn't add up.
Amy knew by now to pick her battles with Sheldon. And she wasn't going to win this one. She admitted defeat, but only on her own terms. Amazon delivered the dress she ordered within a day – thank God for Prime – and it was exactly what she hoped it would be.
Hell, this was even more indecent than the Star Trek dress she had worn that one time.
It was as tight and short as the dresses Penny wore all the time. Amy wondered if she even had the figure for wearing a white dress that seemed painted on her body. At least the pattern of blue squares and other appliances (she guessed, she never really paid attention when they watched Star Wars) covered up the most of her blemishes.
Amy was busy working on the white plastic salad bowl she would be wearing as a hat, when Sheldon knocked on her door. The silver spray paint was just drying up, and she had cut out blue pieces of felt to glue to it. A red bicycle light would be the finishing touch. She was actually pretty proud of herself.
Amy got up from her kitchen table and walked over to the door. She was still in her R2-D2 dress – she had to see if it fit after all – and realised that maybe it was a bit too indecent after all.
"Just a second!" she called towards the door, and dashed into her bedroom to grab her robe. She tightened the sash as she opened the door.
Sheldon gave her a strange look. "Why aren't you dressed? It's five in the afternoon."
Amy rolled her eyes and moved aside, so he could enter her apartment. Sheldon took off his windbreaker and messenger's bag and looked at the kitchen table turned craft-station.
"What is this?" he asked.
Amy coughed awkwardly, or maybe it was the paint fumes still hanging in the air despite her opened window. "I'm working on my costume," she said, watching in fascination how Sheldon seemed to piece together the mess on her table.
"See, I'm using this salad bowl as headgear," Amy continued, and she lifted it on top of her head. "I just have to glue the felt squares on it, and adjust this bicycle light and I'll be all done!"
Sheldon frowned. "Don't forget the camera, that's what he uses to see with," he mumbled. And he pointed at the iPad on the table where Amy had looked up pictures of the droid as an example.
"I'll think of something," Amy said, unable to keep the disappointment from her voice. She had hoped that her efforts would have been met with a little more enthusiasm from his side. She was getting the short end of the deal here.
"I'm sure you will," Sheldon said absentmindedly. "What about the rest of the costume?"
Amy bit her lip. Sheldon looked at her questioningly.
"Well?" he asked after a beat.
Amy inhaled sharply and then untied the sash of her robe, and let it fall to the ground. She looked at Sheldon from beneath her eyelashes.
He stared at her. Amy had never seen his eyes look so big.
Amy couldn't help but grin. He was speechless. She twirled around on the ball of her foot. The salad bowl almost fell from her head, and she was able to catch it just in time.
"Is this the droid you're looking for?" she asked, mischievously. That was about the only quote she knew.
Sheldon swallowed thickly. He was red in the face.
"That's not a very accurate costume," he croaked. His eyes moved over her body rapidly, and Amy felt her face heat up.
"Well, next to you as C-3PO, I think people will get who I'm supposed to be," she said.
Sheldon flushed. "Are you planning to go out in public dressed like this?" he blurted out.
Amy felt a sort of pang in her chest. Sure, she wasn't size zero like Penny, but she thought she could pull it off, a dress like this. But Sheldon's response said enough.
Defeated, Amy bent down – carefully, the dress was incredibly short – to retrieve her robe. She pulled it back on, and looked away from Sheldon's penetrating gaze. This was turning out to be yet another battle him she had no chance in winning.
"Apparently not," Amy muttered.
Sheldon seemed relieved she had put on her robe again. Amy felt somewhat embarrassed. She removed the salad bowl from her head and walked over to the kitchen. She put on the kettle for lack of anything better to do.
For some reason her eyes were filled with tears. She knew she wasn't much to look at, but it still hurt her when Sheldon expressed his lack of attraction for her so blatantly. Sometimes she wondered why she put up with him. She couldn't even get him to wear a cute couples' costume.
And he hadn't said anything anymore about her suggestion of a hickey or a sex tape. She chuckled despite herself. She was only kidding herself.
"Are you making tea?" Sheldon asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"I'd prefer something chilled, if possible," Sheldon mumbled. "Do you have any milk?"
Amy nodded. She grabbed the box of Strawberry Quik from one of the cupboards. She might as well make him a children's drink then, since he was having milk instead of tea.
"Here," she handed him the glass.
"Thank you," Sheldon said softly. His eyes flit over her face again, and to the collar of her robe, which wasn't fully closed. Amy crossed her arms under her bosom. It was absolutely unnecessary to rub it in like this, but he just couldn't help it, it seemed.
Why was he here in the first place?
"I forget, why are you here again?" Amy asked snidely.
Sheldon coughed around the sip of Strawberry Quik. "I told you I'd come by today," he said, as if that explained it.
"Yes, but why exactly?"
Sheldon was blushing again. He didn't answer, instead he walked over to her couch and took a seat. His hands shook a little as he gulped down the pink milk.
"We came to an agreement yesterday, did we not?" he asked, and Amy blinked in confusion at his exasperated tone. Had they?
"I guess," she said, taking her seat next to him.
"Right," Sheldon stated. Amy wondered why he was blushing.
"Now, mind you... I only did a cursory glance at Wikipedia yesterday, and if I had known then what I know now after more research, I would not have agreed, but I'm not one to break an agreement, verbal or written," he said, speaking fast.
"Alright," Amy said. She still didn't really know what he was talking about.
Sheldon gulped down his Strawberry Quik like a man dying of thirst. His unoccupied hand had a firm grip on the armrest, and Amy worried for her couch for a second.
"Okay," Sheldon barked, and Amy jumped in her seat.
He turned to look at her, and she froze. His gaze seemed to penetrate her. Her throat dried out and her palms became sweaty at the same time. His eyes flitted over her face, and down to her neck.
She was suddenly very aware of the lack of clothes she was wearing.
Sheldon bent forward to put his now empty glass on the coffee table. He sat back up and scooted closer to Amy. They hardly ever sat this close to each other, Amy leaned away from him a little, out of habit.
She stared at Sheldon when he leaned into her even more and his hand reached out to brush her hair away from her neck. Her eyes widened. He was practically in her face right now and her stomach was doing summersaults with the sudden nerves.
Sheldon's eyes flickered to hers once more before he leaned in even further.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Amy mumbled breathlessly, and immediately regretted it.
Why, why would she even question this? Sheldon was finally showing some kind of interest in her and she had to go and question him about this? What was wrong with her?
Sheldon looked up at her, and he was blushing more than before.
"I'm adhering to a verbal contract," he said in his no-nonsense tone, while raising an eyebrow at her.
Amy didn't get another chance to say anything or question him again, because Sheldon's face was in her neck. She gasped for air.
Several things happened at once. One of Sheldon's hands reached up to cradle her head – or hold her still, Amy couldn't be sure – while his mouth descended onto her skin. Amy stopped breathing. Her eyes fluttered closed. Sheldon's other hand closed around her wrist. He pressed soft kisses to the slope of her neck.
Amy inhaled shakily, her stomach constricted and her lower belly seemed to burn. She couldn't help but moan softly. Sheldon squeezed her wrist in response.
The kisses changed.
He seemed to be sucking on her neck now, his teeth scraped over her and his lips and tongue lavished the roughened up skin there. Amy's panties practically flooded with arousal. She was panting now, and she seemed to have taken hold of Sheldon's shirt. Her fingers squeezed the fabric into a ball. He didn't seem to mind.
Sheldon had moved his face a little lower on her neck and was now nibbling on her pulse point. Amy squirmed in her seat. She was getting entirely too aroused by this. He had to be able to hear her panting.
She couldn't for the life of her understand what was happening. Her head was filled with wool, making it unable for her to form a coherent thought. All there was, were the sensations moving through her; the tingles in her lower abdomen, the closeness of Sheldon, he was everywhere; his scent in her nostrils, the warmth radiating from him, his lips on her neck…
"Aahh," she mewled as subdued as possible, which wasn't easy with Sheldon practically lapping at her skin like she was some sort of delicious treat. He made a low grumbling sound in the back of his throat which resonated through her. Just when she thought she couldn't handle much more of this before she jumped him, he pulled away from her neck.
Amy looked at him in shock still, his eyes were blown wide. He wasn't looking at her though, his eyes moved over her neck.
"I think that should be sufficient," he mumbled quietly.
"W-what?" Amy breathed out. She didn't understand what had just happened.
Sheldon's hand fell away from her neck and he let go of her wrist as he shifted awkwardly on the couch, away from her. "There's two definite contusions in your neck now," he stated, "I think that should prove that you 'have a boyfriend who is not made up'."
It was as if a bucket of cold water was emptied on her head. Right. The other options she had given him; a sex tape or a hickey. Because they couldn't seem to figure out a Halloween costume they both wanted.
And here she was thinking Sheldon was finally – finally – showing some kind of physical interest in her. She swallowed away the dryness in her throat.
"Right," she murmured.
Sheldon cleared his throat. "I should go," he mumbled, and he moved from the couch awkwardly. Amy didn't even notice. She stared into space. It was strange, feeling turned on, hurt and disappointed all at once. But the strangest thing was this wasn't even the first time.
"Uhm," Sheldon tried to catch her attention. He stood by the door, his ears were red. He wore his windbreaker again and held his messenger's bag in front of his body. His hands had a firm grip on the strap.
Amy looked up at him. Would he notice the disappointment in her eyes?
"Will you come pick me up before the party?" he asked.
"Sure," Amy acquiesced. Another battle she wouldn't win.
Amy had paired the R2-D2 dress with black opaque tights. That made it a little more decent, but that effect was a lost since she wore the black boots she had bought for her Nurse Chapel outfit.
She stared at her reflection in her bathroom mirror. It was impossible to cover the hickeys in her neck with her hair. Sheldon had chosen a spot easily visible. The concealer Amy put on it only managed to make the blueish hue more light-purple, but by no means did it cover it up like it should.
She sighed. She really only had herself to blame for his. It had been her suggestion he give her a hickey.
Had she known beforehand that it would only increase her already really persistent desire for him this much, she would never have even given him the option.
Her stomach lurched. She should be glad he hadn't chosen the sex tape-option.
She wouldn't have survived.
Sheldon moved around awkwardly in his golden robot outfit. The ride over to the comic book store had been filled with uncomfortable silences and awkward, stilted conversations. Mostly because Sheldon was wearing his C-3PO mask, so his voice was muffled and it was impossible to see his expression.
Amy wondered if he checked her out again, like he had two days ago.
Because she had reassessed the situation – maybe over wine with Penny – and according to Penny it couldn't be clearer that was what he had done. Check her out, that is. Amy had worn a blouse with an extremely high collar, and made sure to sit on Penny's left-hand side, so she wouldn't see the hickeys in her neck.
For some reason she was embarrassed. Penny would question her, and most definitely ask her if something else had happened as well (because surely, Sheldon would have kissed her on the mouth before he'd give her a hickey), and she would have to explain that he had not. And this was all just so he could dress up as the character he wanted for Halloween.
The longer she thought about it, the more pathetic it sounded.
They walked into the comic book store, and where immediately met with Stuart dressed as Willy Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
"Wow," he exclaimed upon seeing them. It wasn't Amy's imagination that Stuart's eyes roamed over her appreciatively, because Sheldon shifted closer to her immediately.
"Her eyes are up here," he snapped, and lifted his arm to point at her face. It would have been more intimidating had his voice not been muffled and his arm hadn't creaked upon moving.
"Sorry!" Stuart said quickly, "I was j-just admiring the accuracy of your costumes, th-that's all."
"Thank you, Stuart," Amy said pointedly, and then turned to Sheldon. "See! I told you people would know who I was, when I was next to you."
She wished he wouldn't wear that mask. It was impossible to see what he was thinking.
Stuart scurried off, and they were left alone.
"Your costume isn't accurate, Amy. He was just saying that as an excuse to leer at you," Sheldon said. But it was hard to hear over the noise of the party and the mask distorted his voice.
"I should have just let you come as Raggedy Ann," he muttered under his breath, but Amy was able to catch it.
She felt angry. This was officially the last time she went out of her way to please him. Fabricating a camera to put on top of the headgear had turned out to be a lot of work, and this is what she got in return.
"I'm getting something to drink," she muttered, and stalked off to a table with refreshments.
Amy snorted when she read the names of the food. Draculoni and Cheese, Night of the Living Garlic Breath... Who came up with these awful puns?
"Well, Amy, I must say you look sehr schön," Leonard spoke up next to her, with an awful German accent and an askew wig.
"Danke, Albert," Amy said, giving him a half-smile. Penny stood behind him, looking smoking hot as usual. Amy wondered why Sheldon would think anyone would be checking her out, when Penny was walking around like the average male fantasy.
"I said no accents!" Penny hissed at Leonard, "But I gotta say, you look amazing sweetie. I bet Sheldon was speechless when he saw you. Where is he anyway?"
"I don't know," Amy said dismissively, helping herself to some punch.
"Did something happen between you two?" Penny asked, and she shooed Leonard away. Amy shrugged. She had felt somewhat beautiful when she dressed up, but with Sheldon this submissive of her, that happy feeling had disappeared quickly.
"I mean, I thought those hickeys were a clear indicator things were looking up between you, but I guess not?" Penny continued, and Amy blushed. Her hand immediately went to her neck to cover them up.
"Please, I could spot them from across the room," Penny said, taking a large gulp of some punch herself.
"Oh," Amy mumbled. "Well, don't get your hopes up. It was a trade-off."
Penny looked confused. "A trade-off?"
Amy decided not to answer. She refilled her cup with more punch, or Elixir of Lemon-Life as the sign read.
"Well, there he comes anyway, your… robot in shining armour," Penny chuckled at her own joke.
Amy could hear him approach despite the noises of the party in full-swing around them. "Amy," his muffled voice came from behind her. "There's a TARDIS photo booth, let's go get our picture taken."
Amy turned to him and raised her eyebrow. "Why? I thought my costume was inaccurate?" she couldn't help but snap.
It was impossible to read Sheldon's face. If only he would take off the mask.
"I need to speak to you. Privately," he said.
Amy rolled her eyes and huffed 'fine'. She followed him to the back of the comic book store, where they ran into Howard and Bernadette dressed as Smurfs. They were on their way out.
"Damn, Amy!" Howard whistled, "when Sheldon said he'd be going as C-3PO he neglected to say you'd be showing your R2-D's like this!"
Amy flushed. She didn't think her breasts were showing that much. Bernadette slapped him ("Howard!") and pushed him ahead of her. Amy tugged on the collar of her dress, hoping to cover up her bosom a little more.
Sheldon coughed behind her. Amy turned to look at him. He had taken off his mask for some reason, and his hair was in disarray. It looked strangely sexy. For the first time since she picked him up at his apartment was she able to look at his face. He appeared a bit flushed, but Amy could only assume it was hot in that mask.
"Please," he mumbled, and he held open the door of the TARDIS. He wouldn't look her in the eye.
Amy walked into the photo booth. It was rather small. Sheldon entered behind her, and he closed the door behind him. Amy heard some sort of latch click. Did he just lock the door?
Sheldon turned around and Amy was faced with the bright gold armour spreading across his chest. She had to tilt her head up to be able to look at him. Their bodies were practically touching.
Amy gulped. She seemed surrounded by the smell of talcum powder and fabric softener again, and she immediately flashed back to two days ago when she was on her couch and his scent was everywhere too. Her heart began to beat faster.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Amy said, her voice hoarse for some reason.
Sheldon swallowed. "Yes," he said, and he seemed fidgety.
He stared at her. Amy suddenly felt really warm, despite the little piece of fabric she was wearing.
"It seems your earlier presumptions are incorrect," Sheldon said.
"What presumptions?"
Sheldon rolled his eyes. "Three days ago, you said that there are certain things that say to the world 'I have a boyfriend and he's not made up'. We are wearing matching costumes and the hickeys in your neck are clearly visible," he said.
"And?"
"And," he said exasperatedly, "every man at this party has looked at you like you're a piece of juicy meat and they have been starving for days!"
Amy didn't know whether to feel insulted or flattered by this analogy. She opened her mouth to respond, but Sheldon wasn't done.
"While I think that it should be clear that you and I are a couple by our costumes alone, it appears as if the hickeys in your neck aren't enough to make the men back off," he said angrily.
Amy gaped at him. Aside from Stuart saying she looked good, no other man had approached her. Leonard and Howard didn't count. Was Sheldon jealous? Possessive? The thought was strangely thrilling.
"Apparently not, no," she agreed.
Sheldon breathed out deeply, and he nodded swiftly. "I think I should give you another hickey," he said, as if he had no other choice. "Some of those men were standing on your right; they couldn't see the ones I gave you two days ago."
Amy stared at him. She reminded herself to breathe. In. Out.
"You understand, don't you?" Sheldon asked in a sort of strange way of asking for consent. "Your costume isn't accurate, it's too short and too… tight… they all think it gives them a free-pass to ogle you and I won't have it."
He was breathing deeply now, and the redness in his face was back. He was staring at her and the situation was so preposterous that it took Amy a few seconds to realise he was waiting on her.
"I understand," she whispered.
Sheldon nodded once more, like he was preparing himself. In an instant, she was pulled towards him by both his hands on her hips. She inhaled deeply when Sheldon almost attacked her neck. His mouth latched onto her, unyielding and determined. Amy's gasp turned into a moan.
The photo booth drowned out some of the party noises, but not a lot of it. Amy felt no need to try to keep from moaning. Sheldon was sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck, lapping at her, kissing her, nibbling her skin… Amy felt weak in the knees, she grasped his arms, trying to hold herself up, but his costume was made of slippery metal and it was hard holding onto him. She basically clawed at his arms, moaning continuously now; her breath coming out in tiny gasps.
She was extremely aroused. Again.
Somehow she ended up leaning against Sheldon fully, her arms linked around his shoulders, holding him steady against her. Sheldon seemed nowhere near done with his assault on her neck; he was breathing harshly against her skin while he sucked at her pulse point. Amy mewled again.
"Sheldon," she whispered. He was driving her crazy again. He had to know what this was doing to her, right? It wasn't just giving her a hickey – branding her as his – it was him stimulating an erogenous zone over and over again. That combined with his proximity and his strong grip on her hips had her incredibly high strung.
He was moving up, little by little. His teeth nibbled on her neck, his lips suckled on her earlobe – she shrieked – and his mouth moved over her cheek now.
Amy vaguely registered what was about to happen. She was too lightheaded to really realise where he seemed to be moving towards, until he reached his destination.
His mouth covered hers in a kiss.
Amy's stomach constricted. Her brain seemed to malfunction; she stilled completely, her eyes flew open in shock. Sheldon was kissing her.
His mouth moved over her lips like it had moved over her neck, and Amy's eyes fluttered closed on their own accord. Tentatively, she pressed her lips back against his. Sheldon groaned lowly. Her arousal increased tenfold.
Sheldon kissed her heatedly, urgently, possessively.
Amy lost her mind. She felt sweaty all over, her whole body trembled with tingles. She had never been this aroused in her whole life. She kept kissing Sheldon back, trying to match his rhythm and marvelling at the sensations at the same time.
Her headgear fell from her head at some point, and the crash against the floor echoed around the photo booth. They pulled apart from the noise; both breathing deeply.
Sheldon stared at her. Amy stared back.
She wondered what she looked like. Both sides of her neck covered in hickeys. Her cheeks red, her brow sweaty, her lips swollen from Sheldon's kisses.
Sheldon's kisses.
Her giddiness - or arousal, or both - returned full-force. She bit her lip to keep from smiling too brightly at him. She'd scare him off for sure.
Sheldon's eyes were boring into hers, and they seemed to darken even more. His right hand left her hip, and for a split second Amy worried he would let go of her altogether, but his grip on her with his remaining hand only increased. Amy watched how he raised his hand to his mouth, and pulled the Velcro strip at his wrist loose with his teeth. He proceeded to pull the glove off with his teeth. In a totally uncharacteristic move, he dropped it on the floor.
"I can't really blame those men for staring at you," he whispered heatedly. Amy's eyes widened comically as his now bare hand caressed her face softly, and he moved downwards swiftly. His fingers flitted over the poorly-concealed hickeys on her neck.
"You know why I had to leave after giving you these, don't you?" he muttered.
She didn't. At least, she hadn't known. But the image of Sheldon standing by her door re-entered her brain; awkward, with ruddy cheeks and his hands with a tight grip on his messenger's bag in front of his body.
In front of his groin.
Oh.
She couldn't answer him. All she could do was take a shuddering breath.
Sheldon pulled her closer again, kissing her deeply. His hand moved from her neck to her front, and he caressed her breast fleetingly before he pulled his hand away as if he had burned himself.
"Can I touch you?" he whispered against her mouth.
"Of course," Amy breathed quickly, pulling his head closer once more.
Sheldon kissed her mouth again, and Amy groaned deeply when his hand enveloped her breast fully this time. He seemed hesitant, and she tried to encourage him by writhing against him as he massaged her.
Sheldon groaned in her mouth, and his hand moved lower and lower, over her stomach, over her hip, down her upper thigh. Up her upper thigh. Amy's eyes flew open again, frozen in shock. Sheldon breathed deeply, his forehead rested against hers.
"Can – can I?" Sheldon asked softly.
Could he? They were at a party. The photo booth provided only pseudo-privacy; just outside it could be swarming with people. But Amy was aroused. No, she was way past aroused. She was desperate now. And Sheldon was offering.
"Yes," she whispered.
Sheldon swallowed thickly, and he pulled away from her a little to look down at what he was working with. Amy's hands fell away from his shoulders.
Sheldon focussed on lowering her black tights – he pulled her panties down in one go – and Amy wanted to feel embarrassed about her obvious arousal for him, but he had just admitted to getting an erection from sucking her neck, so she guessed she should just enjoy the moment while it lasted. She wouldn't need much stimulation now anyway, not with her current level of arousal.
He raised himself to his full height again, and held her gaze as he caressed her bare thigh. Amy's eyes fluttered closed – she couldn't handle the intensity with which he stared at her.
She gasped for breath when he touched her there. She fell back against the side of the booth, her left hand grasping the collar of Sheldon's costume, and her right arm swung out and her hand took hold of the wall next to her.
Sheldon's fingers slipped through the abundance of wetness between her legs – she could hear him gasp in surprise – and she nearly came already. "Sheldon," she breathed out.
He took his time, feeling around her folds, his fingers sliding against her. She squirmed under his touch, it was too much already. Her sharp intake of breath when he brushed against her clit directed him to where she wanted him. Sheldon focussed all his attention on that particular part of her.
Her head fell back, her mouth open in harsh pants.
"Harder, please," she muttered.
Sheldon seemed to be panting as well, but he listened. He began to rub firm circles against her and Amy moaned high pitched wails of pleasure.
"Yes," she breathed out – she was almost there. Her legs were giving out. She pulled Sheldon closer to her with her left hand, but mostly because she was losing balance.
Her right hand found purpose on the wall next to her, she gripped something there, a ledge of sorts to hold on to. Sheldon was breathing hard with her, Amy's eyes fluttered open for a brief second and his intense stare at her sent her over the edge.
She was coming insanely hard, her whole body shook, she gripped Sheldon's collar so hard she was sure to tear his costume, her other hand slammed against the side of the booth. Waves of pleasure moved from her centre to the tips of her fingers and her toes. Fireworks went off behind her eyes.
No. Not fireworks. Flashes of light.
Four flashes of light, with perfectly timed intervals.
Amy didn't notice them – not really, not while she was still coming down from an incredible high. She languidly opened her eyes, and stared at Sheldon; her eyes filled with disbelief.
His eyes looked nearly black as he stared her down. Amy still shook with light aftershocks. She swallowed thickly, her throat was extremely dry from panting. Her heart was still pounding in her chest.
She exhaled slowly for about a minute.
"Sheldon," she murmured, catching her breath still. "That was –"
"Uhm, guys?" Rajesh's voice sounded outside the booth.
Amy froze. Sheldon's eyes widened in shock. It was as if they both had the same thought; if they pretended to be extremely quiet, Raj would leave them alone. Seconds ticked by.
"I know you're in there, so you might as well come out," Raj spoke up. "If you're decent, that is. If I lose my deposit on this booth because of this, I'm coming after you, Sheldon."
"Why wouldn't we be decent?" Sheldon snarled in the direction of the door.
Rajesh chuckled, and Amy's stomach filled with a sense of dread. She wasn't decent for starters; her soaked panties hung halfway between her thighs.
"You should consider yourselves lucky it was me who found these," Rajesh said gleefully, and something was shoved under the door.
"We're closing up, so come out as soon as possible."
They could faintly hear Rajesh walking away. It was only then that Amy realised the music had stopped playing and there was considerably less noise outside the photo booth.
Sheldon had bent down to the floor to grab whatever Rajesh had shoved under the doorpost. He whitened as he looked at it. Amy tugged on his wrist to look at it. It was a strip of photos.
Four photos.
Amy stared at them. It was almost pornographic. The camera had captured them in the exact moment Sheldon had made her come with his hand. The frame cut off a part of her face in some of them, but there was no mistaking them.
Her face was scrunched up in pure ecstasy in all four of them, her mouth open and her brows furrowed. Sheldon was leaning against her, his eyes ablaze with passion in the first two photos, his mouth open in wonder in the final two.
"Oh my God," Amy murmured, horrified.
She quickly hoisted up her panties and tights. She was in the midst of tugging her dress back in place when she felt Sheldon's eyes on her. He didn't seem that mortified. He looked almost amused.
"What?" she asked. Was she missing some sort of joke?
"If we were to send these around," Sheldon mused, "would that count as a sex tape?"
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