Part XIX

10x9 The Geology Elevation

Bert: Sheldon, wait. You know, you've got a lot to be happy about. You're at the top of your field, you have a great girlfriend.

Sheldon: Yes, that's right. I have Amy. In the past, you've professed feelings for her. Does it eat you up inside that I have her and you don't?

Bert: It used to. But now that I'm rich and successful, I think I can do better.


Amy guided Sheldon back into their apartment, holding the door open for him with one hand and holding onto his uninjured hand with the other; his arm was swung over her shoulder. Sheldon kept wincing in pain with every step he took.

Somehow she was reminded of that time he had gotten drunk with Penny when he was upset about quitting his string theory research. She had guided him to bed that time too.

The situations were strangely similar; both times he had been upset about his professional stature, whether it was jealousy over a colleague or his search for a new field of study. Geology had been a part of both instances as well, she mused.

Amy wasn't sure if she liked the ways Sheldon chose to handle it though; while she could always laugh about Sheldon's antics when drunk, he was resorting to violence now. Throwing rocks, head-butting water fountains, punching Bert. It worried her.

Stephen Hawking seemed to have cheered him up, at least.

"Here you go," Amy said, as he helped him down on the teal couch.

"Thank you," Sheldon mumbled. His head fell back against the back of the couch in exhaustion.

Amy walked over to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. She opened the cabinet above the sink where she kept a supply of pain killers. After popping two white tablets out of the casing, she grabbed the water and walked over to Sheldon.

"Here," she said, giving him the pills and holding out the glass.

"I don't need any," Sheldon said quietly.

"Yes, you do. We have to keep the level up. You might not feel any pain now, but it will return at some point if you don't take any pills right now," Amy said, coaxing him.

Sheldon sighed.

"Come on," Amy said firmly. "There's no need in punishing yourself just because you punched a man because you were jealous of his academic success."

Sheldon reluctantly took the pills from her and swallowed them down.

"I didn't punch him. I gave him a Captain Kirk karate-chop. And I didn't punch him because I was jealous of his academic success," Sheldon mumbled.

Amy sighed. "Being jealous is nothing to be ashamed off, we've settled this. I thought you felt better after that talk with Stephen Hawking?" Amy said.

"I do," Sheldon said, and he opened his eyes to look at her. "But that was not the reason I punched Bert."

Amy frowned. Perhaps the earlier blow to the head he had gotten from that water fountain was affecting him.

"Why did you then?" she asked softly.

"He insulted you, so I had to defend your honour." Sheldon said this as if it was the most normal and logical thing in the world, completely oblivious to what this might do to her.

Amy blinked. A multitude of feelings coursed through her; curiosity what Bert could have said that Sheldon would consider insulting, but moreover a warm pleasant feeling caused by the blatant masculine possessiveness that Sheldon exuded. Heat pooled within her lower belly. I had to defend your honour.

"Oh," she sighed breathlessly.

Sheldon wasn't paying attention to her, he had closed his eyes again as he lay back against the back of the couch.

"Well, in that case you need to keep taking pain killers as well," Amy said softly. Her insides burned for him.

He never noticed it, when he did something that made her lose it completely. And if she was honest; it didn't take much these days. They had been living together for quite some time now, and she had told him that coitus was off the table for the duration of it – how foolish she was.

She had regretted saying that after just one night together.

While that night was horrible in terms of sleep, the morning after had been wonderful in terms of desire. Things had escalated quickly when they returned home after arguing at Leonard and Penny's about her scientific rigour and his bonafides.

Their make-out session had started against the back of the front door, and had rapidly evolved into something more than kissing. Before either one of them really knew how it had happened, Amy found herself squirming in her wet panties with Sheldon's hands grasping her breasts through her nightgown, while he pressed his erection against her belly. Sheldon had pulled away from her reluctantly and put a stop to it.

"We weren't going to have coitus, Amy," he had reminded her. Both of them had wanted to at the moment though. But Sheldon had been firm in his rejection.

It wasn't her birthday. So there was no doing this.

She had excused herself to take a shower then and didn't even care if he was able to hear the low humming vibrations of her electric toothbrush over the sound of the running shower as she pleasured herself.

Amy had cursed her own foolishness time and time again. Especially because she spent every night next to him. His body; warm and inviting. His scent of talcum powder all around her. His morning erection pressing against her backside.

She was craving him. Her birthday was almost there – just a few more weeks, she would just have to wait.

But it was hard. Even more so now that Sheldon was being all protective and masculine. Amy shifted awkwardly in her seat next to him.

"Let's get you cleaned up and to bed, okay?" Amy said.

Together they walked to the bedroom. Sheldon took a seat on the bed, and he took off his shoes with difficulty. He still appeared a little distraught. Amy looked at him with a soft smile on her face. He had grown so much in the last years, when it came to his feelings and his ability to express them.

Amy brushed her teeth and changed into her nightgown in the bathroom. For some reason she still felt awkward doing that with him being able to see her.

"Aren't you taking a shower?" she asked, when she returned to the bedroom. Sheldon looked up and did a double take. She was wearing the nightgown she wore on the night they had had sex. His eyes moved to her exposed legs and bare arms. He gulped – but that could have been a trick of the lighting. Sheldon never checked her out. Why would he now?

"I can't," Sheldon said awkwardly. "We haven't installed the adhesive stickers yet, and I'm too unstable now, with one hand less to use for balance. I was going to ask Leonard to shower at 4A, but it's too late now."

He looked away awkwardly, almost embarrassed. But all Amy could see was an opportunity to touch him again.

"I could help you in the shower?" she suggested. "Or… I don't know, give you a sponge bath?"

Sheldon stared at her for a beat. "How would that work?"

Amy blushed. Scenes from her Amelia/Cooper fanfiction flashed before her eyes. Would she finally be helping Sheldon bathe? After all these years?

Amy walked over to the dresser and pulled out a towel. She spread it out in the middle of the bed. Her hands shook with nerves.

"You get undressed and lay down, I'll get a bucket with warm water and soap and wash you," she said, as if it was a normal request.

Sheldon looked at her hesitantly. "Alright," he mumbled.

Amy gave him a smile, as if to reassure him. Her hands trembled when she filled the bucket with warm water and soap. What was wrong with her? Why would she torture herself like this? Surely, touching Sheldon all over – with or without a washcloth – would only stimulate her already aroused state even more.

She felt flushed. Her mirror image reflected how she felt. Would Sheldon notice her dilated pupils? Probably.

She grabbed a washcloth and another towel and walked back into the bedroom. The room wasn't well-lit; only the nightlight next to Sheldon was turned on. It gave the setting a sort of intimate feeling. Sheldon was sitting on the towel, shielding his crotch. Stark naked.

Amy gulped.

On her birthday she had seen him – all of him – but it was different now. She had been preparing for more than 24 hours that she'd be in the presence of naked Sheldon that time. Now, his nakedness was unexpected and she was nervous to see him again.

Maybe he was nervous as well, being naked in front of her. She was still wearing her nightgown after all.

"Hi," she said hesitantly.

Sheldon had been gazing into space, he snapped out of his reverie and blushed a little. "Hello," he mumbled, "I must say, Amy, I feel kind of embarrassed to have you wash me."

Amy bowed her head. She had to be the daring one, it seemed.

"There's no need, Sheldon. I don't mind," she said, giving him a tentative smile. "You helped me bathe once, remember?"

Sheldon definitely gulped this time. "Like it was yesterday," he said, his voice sounded hoarse. "You know I remember everything like it was yesterday with my eidetic memory, Amy."

Amy bit her lip. "Well, then. I can just return the favour now," she said. Her arm was starting to strain from the hold she had on the bucket of water. "Is that alright?"

Sheldon nodded.

"Lie down," Amy said softly. Sheldon looked at her wide-eyed still, but slowly reclined on the bed. Amy focussed on his face, knowing he probably expected her to look at his crotch immediately.

She put the bucket down next to the bed, and dunked the washcloth in the water. Not much was said between the two of them as Amy slowly and methodically moved the washcloth over Sheldon's arms, one after the other.

Sheldon's gaze warmed her face. Amy kept putting the washcloth in the water, getting new warm water and suds to clean his skin. She had taken a seat next to him on the bed, facing him. Amy bit her lip as she moved the washcloth down Sheldon's front.

"What did Bert say to make you Captain-Kirk-karate-chop him?" she asked quietly, curious now.

"It's not important," Sheldon mumbled. He kept staring at her face. It was unnerving. A chill moved down her spine.

Amy bent forward to get new water – careful not to drop it next to the towel on the bed – and moved back up.

"I'm just curious," she admitted. "A lady likes it when her man defends her honour."

She hoped to sound seductive – she was trying to be anyway – but Sheldon seemed preoccupied with watching her; her face and her hands moving over his chest. Amy squeezed her legs together in idle hope to relieve some tension. Sheldon's eyes shifted to her legs briefly and then moved back to her face.

"I've defended your honour before," Sheldon murmured absentmindedly. "I almost picked a fight with Wil Wheaton when he insulted you during Fun with Flags."

Amy's hand stilled. What? This was news. Her stomach fluttered. It was years ago that this happened, but it made her feel warm inside now anyway.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly, and resumed her circling motions over Sheldon's chest with trembling hands.

Sheldon hardly seemed to hear her. He was focused on her face.

"Is this what it felt like for you when I bathed you?" Sheldon asked, his voice was lower than usual.

Amy stilled in shock. Her blush intensified and she busied herself with the washcloth in the water for a few seconds before answering.

"I don't know," she said softly. "I don't know what it's like for you now." She swallowed with a little difficulty.

Sheldon gazed at her unblinkingly.

"My mother raised me to be a gentleman," he said quietly. "But I was looking at you the entire time I bathed you."

Amy held the washcloth in mid-air. Her throat felt even more dry now. It was entirely too warm in her flimsy nightgown.

"Did you?" her voice wavered as she asked it. His eyes flickered over her face down her nightgown. It was impossible to see through it, but his eidetic memory probably helped him along.

"I remember it vividly," he muttered. "I keep thinking about it, with you next to me every night even more so."

Amy felt her heart beat in her throat. She didn't know what to say. Talk about seductive. Why was Sheldon much better at this than she was?

"I-I should probably turn around and wash your legs," she stuttered.

Sheldon actually blushed. He bit his lip and looked away. "Before you do," he muttered, "I should warn you that the human body can respond to certain stimuli, and - -"

"It's alright, Sheldon," Amy interrupted him with a slight chuckle in her voice. "Touching you like this hasn't left me unaffected either."

Sheldon gazed at her. "It's not fair that women can hide it and men can't," he said, almost petulantly.

Amy bit her lip, and it must have been her aroused state that made her behave as recklessly as she did. She got up from the bed and pulled off her panties from beneath her nightgown. She bent down and picked them up from the ground.

"Here," she said, holding them out for Sheldon to take.

His brows furrowed, but he took them from her outstretched palm. "Oh," he said, his eyes widening. "These are…"

"Wet," Amy supplied.

She really needed to ask Penny for some seduction tips, because handing her soaked panties over to her boyfriend in the hopes that he would get more aroused – she assumed he was anyway, she still hadn't looked – seemed like a pathetic move to seduce him.

Her face burned with shame. She coughed awkwardly and turned around to focus on her task at hand: washing him.

She stilled when she saw him. It.

He was as aroused as she was. His penis jutted out of a tuft of hair between his legs. Hard and even bigger than she remembered. Amy moved the washcloth over his lower belly, lower and lower.

She moved away when she felt like she was getting too close for comfort – his or hers, she wasn't sure – and wetted the washcloth in the bucket again. When she turned back, Sheldon had opened his legs a little further.

Amy's heart beat rapidly in her chest. He moved his hips slightly. Did he want her to do something? They had agreed not to have coitus.

But maybe….

Maybe she could do something else?

She shifted on the bed, repositioning herself so she rested on her knees next to Sheldon's upper body. With her left hand resting on his left leg, she used her right hand to wipe down the inside of his thighs. She was bending forward like this already, and she couldn't help brushing his erection with her arms as she washed him.

Sheldon inhaled sharply behind her.

Would he berate her? She assumed he would. But she gasped in shock when she felt his hand on her leg. He was just holding her right calf, but he might as well have touched her inches higher with the way her body responded to it.

It had to be a way for him to say it was alright, her touching him there. At least, that's what Amy decided it meant. She moved the washcloth over his member; slowly and carefully. Sheldon's groan was barely audible, but she managed to catch it.

Her whole body shook with arousal now. And for some reason, she was salivating from looking at him in all his glory.

Mustering courage she didn't know she had – or maybe it was the horniness again – she dropped the washcloth on the towel and grasped him in her bare hand instead. Sheldon squeezed her leg and he breathed out deeply. But he didn't berate her.

Amy exhaled slowly as she moved her hand up and down. She had touched him like this when they made love, but she hadn't done what she was about to do. Her stomach constricted with arousal and nerves.

"Amy…" Sheldon mumbled. "We weren't going to have coitus."

Amy squeezed him in response. "This isn't coitus," she whispered.

She licked her lips and moved her head forward; her face was practically there already, she might as well try it. Sheldon gasped loudly when she engulfed him in her mouth. There was a slightly salty and something inherently manly to the taste, and she was strangely intrigued by it.

She moved her tongue in a circle over the tip, wetting him more so she could take him in her mouth further. He slid in easily through the absurd amount of saliva in her mouth. She suckled on him like she would on a popsicle, while simultaneously working him with her hand.

"Dear Lord, Amy…" Sheldon grumbled lowly. He sounded totally at her mercy and she loved it.

But perhaps he wasn't as immobilized by her oral skills as she thought, because the grip on her leg lessened and his hand moved up her leg instead. Amy inhaled sharply through her nose when she felt him slowly caressing the back of her thigh, higher and higher.

She moaned around his member as his hand moved beneath her nightgown. She arched her back automatically, and engulfed him even further in her mouth when his fingers brushed over the wetness between her legs.

Sheldon groaned deeply, his thumb making circles against her clit and one of his fingers pushing inside her. Amy squeezed her muscles around his finger in response, and sucked on the hard dick in her mouth.

A thrill went through her when she realised just what she was doing. She had Sheldon's penis in her mouth, while he fingered her. It was something she never thought possible, when she imagined the two of them in any situation in bed together. It felt naughty somehow, pleasing him like this while he touched her. No, stimulated her. Manhandled her.

Amy couldn't help but moan every time he rubbed her clit just right. Her moans were muffled by the throbbing member in her mouth, as she tried to keep up with her bobbing motions and jerking movements of her hand.

Sheldon removed his hand from her, and she whined in frustration. She could hear a kind of smacking sound, but she must have misheard that. The idea that Sheldon would be licking his fingers clean was preposterous.

His hand was on her leg again, and Amy hoped he would move his hand upwards again.

He tugged on her leg instead, and Amy didn't know what he was trying to do. She released him from her mouth with a pop, breathing heavily.

"Sheldon?" she breathed. Maybe he didn't like it. He tugged on her leg again.

"Lift your leg," he mumbled, tugging on her once more. Amy awkwardly lifted her leg above the mattress, and she squeaked when Sheldon moved his body halfway under her while grabbing her leg with his bandaged hand and pulling it up and over his torso.

Amy lost her balance, and landed on rather hard on top of him. She felt feverish. Sheldon had a firm grip – well, as much as he could with his right hand – on both her thighs. Her legs were spread open before him. She trembled in anticipation.

She felt him pull her closer to his face with both his hands. And even though she knew what was happening, the first touch of his tongue against her took her by surprise.

"OH!" she squealed.

He hadn't done this either, when they made love. She wondered if she could go back in time and demand he do it anyway. Because good God, did this feel out of this world.

His tongue lapped at her, over her folds, pushing inside her – she moaned – and over her clit. Amy moaned pathetically. It almost felt too good. She whimpered when he pulled his face away from her.

"Did I tell you to stop what you were doing?" Sheldon panted, and Amy wanted to answer, but all air left her lungs in a silent scream when she felt Sheldon push his two fingers back inside her.

Amy mewled, biting her lip to keep her moans to a minimum. "Sheldon," she breathed. It had taken them hours, that time they had coitus. He and his eidetic memory remembered everything, that was clear. He was stimulating her just right, was she supposed to keep up with her earlier ministrations? That wasn't really possible, was it?

She could feel him exhale against her wet centre. Ohh, she wanted to feel that again. His mouth. His tongue. There was something about it; the velvety structure of his tongue felt amazing against her; his lips had kissed her, suckled her, and it was incredible.

Amy pushed her hips back, hoping he would take the hint and lick her again.

He understood her intentions all too well, because he extracted his fingers and pushed her back with a firm hand on her ass. "Take me in your mouth," he ordered quietly, pushing her forward some more.

Amy trembled. She squirmed on top of him. Hearing him speak to her like that caused another wave of arousal to move through her. Slowly, she raised herself a little higher, intending to do as she was told.

"Amy," Sheldon muttered, sounding like he was losing his patience.

Almost hastily, she took hold of his dick again with her hand. She moved her hand over him, her fingers wrapped firmly around him, moving up and down, increasing her pace as she went.

Sheldon growled behind her. His fingers slipped through the accumulated wetness between her legs, pushing into her slowly and almost not all, before retreating again.

"Your mouth, Amy," he reminded her firmly but quietly, his voice catching in his throat as she moved her hand over the tip of his dick.

Amy licked the tip of his member, wetting him before opening her mouth over him. She started to bob her head like she had done before, and almost pulled back in shock when Sheldon pushed his hips upwards into her mouth.

He groaned in appreciation, and Amy nearly wept in relief when he pulled her hips up to his face again. His mouth closed over her clit, sucking on the sensitive skin there. Amy moaned around his member, taking him deeper in her mouth. His fingers pumped into her slowly. She gripped him tighter and started to suck on the tip of his dick in earnest. He moaned against her sensitive flesh – the vibrations moving through her. His tongue moved over her clit.

It was as if he was rewarding her for her actions.

Or maybe they were just playing a game to see who would lose their mind the fastest.

Sheldon seemed to be winning. Especially when he pushed another finger into her, stretching her and filling her. Amy choked on his dick when he pushed his hips up again.

"You're so wet," Sheldon whispered against her. Amy barely heard him over the slobbering sounds she made while she sucked on him. But she heard what he said next.

"Do you like this? My dick in your mouth?" he breathed against her. Amy moaned in response. She trembled from hearing him speak like this alone. He twisted his fingers inside her, and all Amy could do was close her eyes in ecstasy. Her grip on his dick faltered.

She felt so full. Everywhere.

It was a whole new dimension to sex, this. His mouth on her, his fingers inside her, her mouth on him. All at the same time.

It was almost too much.

Sheldon pushed his hips up once more, and Amy took the hint. She resumed her earlier movements, taking him inside her mouth, deeper each time, pulling back and sucking on the tip. She moaned time and time again; Sheldon was licking her religiously now, and that combined with his fingers pushing into her brought her closer to the edge faster and faster.

She moaned and whimpered, moving her hips back against his face and suddenly she was soaring. Her orgasm moved through her, the familiar tingles made her tremble and shake on top of him. If she felt full before, she felt even fuller now. Her muscles clamped down on the fingers inside her, squeezing and pulsing.

Amy had taken his dick out of her mouth the second she started coming, unable to get enough oxygen with her mouth full. Involuntary squeaks and whimpers left her throat. She moaned softly as she came down from her high. Her hand on his hard member squeezing him without really thinking what it might do to him.

"God, Amy," Sheldon growled behind her. "Don't stop," he sounded desperate now.

Amy blinked through the hazy fog left behind by her orgasm – she was still tingly all over. She increased her grip on his member. Her mouth opened over him and she moved her head in time with the pumping motions of her hand.

"Yesss…" Sheldon exhaled. His hand had moved from her centre to her ass, and he was squeezing her firmly. His thumb slipped between her legs, pushing into her. Amy's mewled at the sensation of being this full again.

His groans spurred her on, and she kept up with her sucking motions on his member. Amy felt the pulsations in his shaft increase. He had to be close now, she was almost certain. Her hips moved against his hand, pushing his thumb inside her.

"You're a naughty vixen, Amy," Sheldon grumbled lowly, his thumb leaving her and making room for more fingers. She trembled on top of him. "Jesus, you're loving this."

She hummed affirmatively, her tongue lapping at him. She was loving this. And she wasn't ashamed to admit it, because he was loving it too. She could tell.

Sheldon's groans got louder and louder, and the pulsations in his dick increased even more. He throbbed then, spurts of cum filling her mouth. Amy gagged a little from the volume of it, her upside-down position not making it easier to swallow it down.

She tried her best to milk him dry with her hand, swallowing his ejaculate with a slight frown on her face. She didn't really care for the taste. Sheldon was panting deeply behind her. His hand had fallen away from her, and he was gripping her leg again.

The sound of him gasping for breath and the knowledge that she did this to him, made her feel strangely proud.

Amy climbed off him, her legs trembled from the strain of straddling him. She was still wiping her mouth clean of the excess seed and tried to swallow away the strange gritty feeling it left behind in her mouth. Sheldon languidly opened his eyes.

He looked at her disbelievingly. "Did you just swallow that?" he asked.

"Yeah," Amy answered.

His eyes widened and his pupils darkened. He stared at her. Amy's stomach constricted from his heated gaze. "Good," he mumbled so quietly she wondered if she imagined it. It made her arousal return regardless.

Sheldon pulled on her arm, tugging her down so she lay next to him. His fingers felt slightly wet and sticky when he clasped her hand in his.

"That's quite a loophole you found there, Doctor Fowler," he muttered, still a little out of breath.

Amy bit her lip from grinning. "What do you mean?" she asked, innocently.

He turned his head to look at her and pulled her closer to him with his bandaged hand. He kissed her, slowly and deeply. Amy tasted herself on his lips and it was strangely thrilling.

"You know what I mean, you vixen," Sheldon mumbled as he pulled away from her.

His eyes looked through her once again as he gazed at her. His fingers caressed her cheek gently.

"Like Bert could ever do better than you, MacArthur grant or not," Sheldon murmured.

Fire burned inside her, and Amy looked down bashfully. She was still unable to handle him saying things like this.

Sheldon kissed her again, softly.

"You know what the best thing is about this loophole," he whispered against her lips, "we don't even have to wait 'til your birthday to not-have-coitus again."

END