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Part XX
9x18 The Application Deterioration
Penny: Sheldon, did you draft the contract?
Sheldon: You bet I did.
Penny [to Amy]: Ooh. You're gonna make out so hard tonight.
Howard: All right, let's sign this.
Penny: Wait, wait, wait. What are these changes on page six?
Amy: Sheldon, what did you do?
Howard: I should've known.
Bernadette: "25% of profits due to Sheldon Cooper will be allocated to a scholarship fund for the firstborn child of Howard and Bernadette Wolowitz" Sheldon, that's so nice.
Sheldon had taken a seat behind his desk, his hole puncher at the ready. The others were talking around him, but he wasn't really paying attention. Nothing better than a new contract, signatures perfectly placed on the dotted lines, initials on every page and his own proprietary font.
And this contract had three signatures. That was even better than his usual contracts of just two signatures.
The usual thrill of excitement went through him as he grabbed a new folder, ready to file the contract with his other contracts. The excited sensation associated with contracts; drawing them, amending them and signing them was one he hadn't felt in a long time. He tried to remember the last contract he had drawn up for himself. The one he did for Leonard and Penny didn't count.
He stopped in his tracks.
The Relationship Agreement.
He felt his neck heat up. There was a reason he hadn't amended that one in a long time. While Amy had signed it, four years ago, she didn't abide by it at all. He had made one amendment, but that was two years ago. He remembered it all too well. He had been blushing the entire time he wrote it, and his stomach had seemed to be doing summersaults.
Section Six: Kissing
The boyfriend and girlfriend will kiss at least once every date night; on suitable instances such as, but not limited to: a kiss in greeting, a kiss goodbye or as an expression of appreciation;
Besides the Date Night Kiss (hereafter abbreviated to DNK), the boyfriend will allow the girlfriend to kiss him spontaneously on a non-date night no more than three times a month;
Only a kiss where both participants touch lips will be qualified as a DNK;
Special occasions such as, but not limited to; (the girlfriend's) birthdays, the winning of an award of any significance, or national holidays, will be excluded of the three non-DNK's per month;
Should either party feel the need to "claim" the other to ward off unwanted suitors, any type of kissing is permitted.
Sheldon hadn't bothered to mention any kisses he would want to initiate. Because at the time –despite the fluke that was their kiss on Valentine's Day – he had expected not to feel the urge to initiate any kisses with Amy. Sure, he had enjoyed their kiss on board of the train, but that had been because of environmental factors. The ambiance of the train, the rhythm of the wheels on the tracks beneath then, the sip of wine he had taken…
He had not been expecting to be in a similar situation at any time soon.
But he had been mistaken. He had found himself looking forward to date nights, because he would feel Amy's lips on his again. And every time it happened, the sensations he had felt that very first time he had kissed her reappeared.
Asking for another amendment to the Relationship Agreement would have made it clear to Amy just how much he had liked kissing her. And that, especially at that time, would have been a disaster. She would have grinned – no, smirked – at him and would have looked for a way for him to make confessions of love and desire he had not been ready for.
Perhaps if he had, the whole break-up wouldn't have happened.
The pang in his stomach he felt every time he recalled that god awful period returned. Best not to think about it too much; they were together again, and their relationship was stronger than ever. At least, he thought so. During their Valentine's Day livestream of Fun with Flags, he had gotten close to admitting it; just how much that time apart had made him appreciate her even more than before.
Maybe he should say it to her. She seemed to like it when he said romantic things to her.
Sheldon still felt somewhat uncomfortable though, expressing his feelings like a hippie, or being overly affectionate with her in public. But there was a way to let her know just how much he appreciated her, he realised.
A few amendments to the Relationship Agreement should do it.
He had been so caught up in his work, that he didn't notice that it was just him and Amy in the apartment now. The front door closed – Leonard and Penny were probably going to spend the night across the hall – and the sound made Sheldon look up from his laptop.
"Hey," Amy said from behind him.
Sheldon closed his laptop quickly before she could see what he had written. Maybe amending the Relationship Agreement without her involvement wasn't such a good idea after all. Should he give her a say in this? Sheldon never asked others for input in his agreements or contracts. He was always right after all, and his contracts were of great quality.
Although, he mustn't dismiss Amy's input this quickly. If he knew better what she wanted from the relationship, he would be able to make sure that she would never break up with him again.
There was another way to make sure she wouldn't break up with him again (she would need a lawyer to divorce him), but he wasn't quite there yet. The ring remained safely in his wall safe for now. It was bad enough that she had found out about the ring, her response had been exactly what he had thought it would be; eager and hopeful enough to make him surrender.
It scared him out of his mind.
"Are you still working on the contract?" Amy asked, sounding more amused than questioning.
"Working on a contract, yes," Sheldon said. He turned his chair around. "Where is everyone?"
"Oh, Howard and Bernadette left ages ago. And Leonard and Penny just went across the hall," Amy said. "You were in the zone though, so they didn't want to disturb you."
"Right," Sheldon mumbled.
"Anyway, I was about to leave too, I think," Amy said, twisting her hands awkwardly, "I don't want to keep you from your contracts and agreements."
Agreements.
It seemed like the opportune moment to bring up the Relationship Agreement. Sheldon opened his mouth to speak, but Amy bent down to kiss his cheek in departure. Her lips grazed his cheek briefly, and she pulled back quickly.
His gaming reflexes came in handy as he grabbed her arm before she could pull away fully. Amy blinked at him owlishly. Sheldon held her gaze and he tugged her closer. Amy's eyes widened even more.
They kissed briefly. It wasn't date night though. And Amy's three non-DNK's were all used up for the month.
She knew it. And he knew it too. There was no excuse or reason to kiss right now.
Amy seemed speechless when she pulled away. "O-oh," she breathed. Sheldon marvelled at her ability to blush this brightly in no time. The last time he had seen her this flushed was when he had been successful in making her orgasm – Penny's tips and that horrible book had been most helpful in that matter – and he had felt extremely smug.
Seeing her this red in the face now caused his blood to rush through his veins. He felt the tell-tale tingle of arousal in his spine, and that had to be because of his earlier excitement of drawing up contracts.
"I was uhm… actually writing some revisions to the Relationship Agreement," Sheldon mumbled. "If you wanted to look them over?"
"Oh!" Amy said, "Here I was just thinking you were all worked up about the contract and were initiating a make-out session to celebrate the special occasion…"
Sheldon felt foolish now. He could have been making out with Amy right now – on the couch? Standing up? In his bedroom? – but instead, he had spilled the beans on his updated Relationship Agreement and now he had some explaining to do.
He cursed his own stupidity.
But Amy had taken a step closer to him, and she nudged his legs apart with her knee. Before he fully realised what she was doing, she had lowered herself onto his right leg. Sheldon's hands shot out automatically to steady her. He blinked up at her. What was she doing?
"I was really touched by what you did tonight, Sheldon," Amy said softly, ignoring his question about the Relationship Agreement.
Her hand was on his chest, over his rapidly beating heart. Sheldon gulped.
Was she seducing him? He couldn't be sure.
"What do you mean?" he asked, knowing full well she was referring to his promise to partly fund the Wolowitz's baby's education.
"That scholarship," Amy answered. "It is really, really nice. And very big of you."
Sheldon shrugged, or tried to at least; Amy was leaning into him fully now, her one hand on his chest, the other around his shoulder. They were practically breathing the same air.
"I think this should qualify as a special occasion, don't you think?" Amy whispered, her lips a hair's width away from his mouth.
Sheldon's eyes fluttered closed. His lips sought out hers. She had been seducing him, he realised. But that was all he was able to think, before his mind went into what he had labelled 'Amy dwellings'.
The soft pressure of her lips against his, the tiny exhales through her nose, the brush of her hair against his neck, the slight wetness from the inside of her mouth, the warmth radiating off her.. Usually, he wasn't able to feel this much warmth, but she was pressed up against him, touching him all over.
He couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss, his lips parted slightly. Amy made a sort of small moaning sound, and Sheldon pulled her closer towards him. His hand moved to her waist, and he tugged her against him. She was even closer than before now, so close that he had to tilt his head sideways to continue kissing her.
It was Amy who initiated the tongue-kissing.
Sheldon groaned into her opened mouth, his tongue brushing against hers, slowly, carefully. They didn't do this often – the one two times they had done this, had been in December, when he got her back and just after that, when he shared the bed with her.
It was a good thing they didn't do this more often, because it was arousing him. And not just a little. Amy was already way too close to him. It would only be a matter of time before she would lean into him even more, and his erection would brush against the side of her thigh.
But he couldn't stop, and Amy appeared to be more than okay with that. She was holding onto him now, her hands on his neck, her fingers brushing through the nape of his hair. Her tongue moved against his, and the wet sensation should have disgusted him – the germs! – but it wasn't. He only wanted more.
More of Amy and her sweet tasting mouth, more of her breathy little moans and tiny exhales against his cheek.
His hands moved unintentionally, caressing her side, her hip, moving up. Would she mind if he touched her breast? They weren't in a bed. Or even in a bedroom. The front door was unlocked.
And most importantly; it was nowhere near December. The unborn child of the Wolowitz' would be born around the time of Amy's birthday. Bernadette wasn't even showing yet.
It was looking out to be an extremely long wait until the next time he would be having coitus again with Amy.
He cursed himself again, for underestimating his desires for her. For the second time.
Because, just like it had happened with the kisses, he had been too fast in assuming he wouldn't want it. It had been in the post-orgasmic bliss (first one for him, third for Amy) that he had said the words he was coming to regret more and more.
"I can't wait for your next birthday when we do it again."
How was he supposed to know, that doing it once would ignite a fire inside him? It was smouldering all the time it seemed. And when Amy was near, the smouldering fire turned into the type of fire one would build in a fireplace. But when they kissed these days, the flames changed to bonfire proportions.
It was escalating.
And suddenly, Sheldon didn't care about the unlocked door or the fact that they weren't in a bed or even a bedroom. His hand moved from her waist upwards, and he enveloped her breast in his palm. His mouth smothered Amy's moan. She was wearing so many layers, he could barely feel her. He squeezed her with a bit more force, and Amy mewled into his mouth.
Did she like this?
He had to try again. When he had caressed her bare breasts, she had turned into a heaving mess in no time. He wondered if he could get the same results now, with him just caressing her over her clothes.
But he couldn't. It wasn't her birthday. And their current kisses weren't even allowed under the terms of the Relationship Agreement. He felt a sudden rush of anguish coming over him. He shouldn't be kissing her now. His code of ethics didn't allow this. He pulled away reluctantly.
"Amy," he mumbled.
She had moved to his neck instantly, and she was pressing soft kisses to the skin under his ear. The flames rose higher and higher.
"Amy," he repeated, his hand had fallen from her breast, and he was now squeezing her leg firmly. But she wouldn't budge, and she seemed to be lavishing his skin with kisses and tiny sucking motions.
It reminded him too much of something she had done to him during their lovemaking. His erection was becoming critical now, thinking back to that. Her mouth had opened over his pulsing member, her tongue wetting him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on him softly. It was before he had even entered her, and he had been overwhelmed with the sensations already.
"Amy," he moaned.
She kept licking and sucking his neck, humming in question. As if she was doing nothing out of the ordinary.
"We… We…" Sheldon breathed out with difficulty, "the Relationship Agreement, we can't…"
Amy's hand was moving from his neck over his chest, down, down and further down and it came to a halt over the bulge in his pants. Sheldon gasped.
"Don't you want to?" Amy asked, her fingers moving over him fleetingly.
Yes, he wanted to. Oh, God, did he want to.
But they couldn't. It wasn't stipulated in the contract. If she would just stop kissing his neck, and look at the amendments he had written, then they would be able to continue like this. But his obsessive compulsive disorder was at war with his treacherous body now.
His brain knew it was wrong to do this outside of contract. But his hindbrain wanted nothing more than for him to swipe his desk clean of papers, hole punchers and even his laptop, so that he could lay her on it and have his way with her.
His fingers encircled her wrist, and he pulled her hand away from his crotch. Amy blinked at him, and to his horror he saw her face fall. She tried to move off him, but Sheldon still held her waist with his other hand.
"Amy," he said, needing her to understand. "We're breaking the agreement by just kissing… I don't feel comfortable doing this."
It was the wrong thing to say.
Amy tried to get off his lap again, and Sheldon had to pull her back on top of him. She misunderstood.
"What I meant to say is," he said quickly. "I feel uncomfortable breaking the agreement. I was actually working on some amendments, new articles, revised sections, other obligations…"
He was rambling now, but at least Amy wasn't trying to get away from him anymore.
"Would you feel more comfortable if we talked the amendments through right now?" she asked.
Sheldon looked up at her. This woman. She understood him like no other.
"I would," he said.
He couldn't deal with this guilt, gnawing at him every time he thought about her in a way that would make his mother blush and send him to his room. The way that would make him take a cold shower in the middle of the day – or worse, a regular shower, but one where he held onto the shower wall as he worked himself to completion thinking about Amy; her sparkling eyes causing his blood to boil, her intelligence outwitting him, her supple lips and the places they had been…
"Alright," Amy said, and the sparkle in her eyes didn't bode well for him. "We'll discuss amendments to the Relationship Agreement."
"But?" Sheldon asked, knowing there had to be a reason she was looking at him all mischievous.
"But," Amy repeated, and her voice shook with nerves when she continued, "but we'll do it in your bedroom."
Sheldon felt his stomach bottom out. His bedroom. While the thought of making out there had crossed his mind only minutes before, the thought of going to his bedroom with Amy now had him anxious. Because he didn't know what would happen. Amy had felt the evidence of his arousal just now.
Did she even know what she was asking him?
"Alright," he mumbled. Amy must have bewitched him with her womanly ways – that was the only logical explanation for him to agree to this.
She gave him a hesitant smile, and carefully moved off him. There was really no way of walking around with dignity while sporting a raging hard-on, but at least he could carry his laptop with him and hold it in front of his crotch.
Amy knew what was there. There was no reason to flaunt it.
"What are you doing?" she asked, when she noticed him holding his laptop awkwardly.
"I'm bringing the draft of the contract with me," Sheldon said questioningly. How else would they go through the revisions and additions?
"There's no need to bring it," Amy said smiling. "You can just recite it to me."
Well, technically he could recite it to her; his eidetic memory was helpful in times like this. But he didn't think he'd be able to say the things he had written down; it was much too open, much too revealing.
He would never be able to look in her eyes and just say how much he would like there to be a section on 'Coitus', listing the possible reasons and days to engage in such a physical activity. Only if she wanted to, of course. The most horrifying thought crossed his mind.
What if she didn't want to sign it?
But she would, wouldn't she? He had been successful in pleasing her. Their lovemaking had lasted hours. That was good, right? He had spent enough nights lying awake due to Leonard having a lady over (well, Penny or Priya, but still) and his dalliances never took hours.
Surely, length had to be a good thing. Penny had told him specifically to take his time. She hadn't been lying to him, he was almost certain.
Amy was pulling him to his bedroom now, and he hastily dropped his laptop on the coffee table.
"Wait!" he said.
Amy turned around.
"I should lock the door," Sheldon said, and Amy's jaw dropped a little. "I mean… it's late, and there's no one in the living room. We've had a break-in once…"
"Of course," Amy said, her voice strangely hoarse.
Sheldon locked up quickly, his hands shaking as he attached the chain to the front door. Leonard would just have to wait tomorrow. Or not, if Amy chose to leave. Was her suggestion to go to his bedroom her way of asking to stay the night? He had assumed so.
Amy was in his room. She had been there before. For the Dungeons and Dragons coitus, and the first time he told her he loved her. She had brought him to bed once (he was told, he had ended up with a book on geology, so anything could have happened).
But this was the first time she was in his room after.
After he had learned just how her body responded to his touches and his lips. After he had come to find out where she was ticklish – the back of her knees and her left side. After he had learned the fastest way to get her to climax was with a combination of his mouth and his hand. After he had felt this feeling of pure contentment, the feeling he had tried to re-create with his hand sometimes, but it was nowhere near the same as the feeling he had felt when they had been together.
"It's warm here," Amy said, when he closed the door behind him. It wasn't. His room was a perfect 72 degrees, just like the rest of the house.
But Amy was unbuttoning her spencer, and Sheldon stared at her. She folded the garment, and hung it over the back of the lone chair in the corner.
"Better?" he asked, his voice oddly low.
"Yes," Amy confirmed, and she took a seat on his bed. As if it was normal that they were in his room together.
All these confusing thoughts had somewhat lessened his earlier arousal, it wasn't still at a critical point, but his pants did feel a little uncomfortable. Amy patted the space beside her on the bed, inviting him to come sit on his own bed.
"So, tell me about these revisions," Amy said, giving him a genuine smile. Sheldon had assumed she had an ulterior motive; why else move to his bedroom? But she was acting normal now. Maybe she really was trying to lessen the tension he had felt earlier.
"I was planning to make some revisions as well as additions," Sheldon mumbled. He wasn't sure he could recite it to her.
"Start with the revisions then," Amy smiled.
"I uhm…," Sheldon looked at his knees as he spoke, "I was hoping to revise the part on the NDK's, the non-date night kisses."
"What about them? Will I get five, instead of three?" Amy looked smug. Sheldon blushed.
"I was thinking of suspending that restriction altogether," he spoke softly.
Amy's grin wavered. "Oh."
Sheldon's eyes flickered towards her. "I have a feeling I'll be making up special occasions each time I see you, just to get you to kiss me again."
Amy was red in the face. While they had been making out before, this was different. The air around them felt heavy.
"But without the limited amount of NDK's, I could kiss you any time I wanted to," Amy said carefully, as if it wasn't clear what he had said before.
Sheldon nodded solemnly. "Yes."
"So…" Amy said, and she seemed to be inching closer to him, "that would mean, I could kiss you right now and you would be okay with that?"
He was in for it. She knew exactly how much he desired her.
"Yes," Sheldon admitted.
"Interesting," Amy mumbled. "Let me see what that's like before I sign anything."
Sheldon groaned in shock when she took hold of his face and practically attacked him. Amy was even more forward than before; she didn't even lead up to the tongue-kissing this time. Maybe because Sheldon had opened his mouth almost immediately when she lunged at him.
He grumbled low in his throat. His erection was becoming critical again. Her hands were holding his head close to her, and his hands were on her hips, but it was starting to hurt his back, bending forward like this.
Somehow, he ended up hovering over Amy. She was lying on his bed, her legs still dangling over the edge of it.
He pulled back from her, panting a little.
"This revision works for me," Amy said breathlessly. "But I won't sign anything yet. Tell me about those additions?"
Shouldn't they at least sit up for that? Amy's hands were still holding onto his arms, and she didn't seem to be getting up from her reclined position.
"Well," Sheldon swallowed thickly, he avoided her eyes. "I wanted to add a section on…"
"On?" Amy looked hopeful.
"Ehm… coitus," Sheldon mumbled. His face felt like it was on fire. When he dared to look at Amy's face, she looked a little shocked. Her pupils looked enormous.
She took a shuddering breath. "What was in the draft?" she whispered.
Sheldon was afraid to answer – would Amy be interested in what he had written? Monthly coitus seemed excessive, even to him. But he had counted all the occasions he had wanted her, and that was multiple times a month. He figured he could handle not getting the satisfaction he craved for a couple times a month, if he knew that at least once a month he would be getting it.
And Amy had a monthly cycle; at least a couple of days a month her libido would be heightened due to the increased hormone levels associated with ovulation. He had hoped she would be interested in coitus then.
Years she had spent pestering him for more physical contact, yet now, after they had actually had said contact, she had stopped asking him.
He worried she wouldn't want to anymore. Or maybe he hadn't lived up to her expectations.
"Tell me," she whispered.
"I-I… I don't talk about these things," he said shamefully, his Christian upbringing played a big part in this.
Amy blushed. "If we're going to have a physical relationship, we should be able to talk about this," she said. "But I understand your reluctance. It makes me a little uncomfortable too. I'm afraid I'll say something awkward and I'll scare you off."
Sheldon blinked.
Why would she scare him off? Did she want to have more coitus?
It was the only logical explanation for what she just said. The excitement in his lower belly grew. His confidence skyrocketed.
She wanted him.
He leaned into her, and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back softly, carefully. Sheldon took it up a notch, deepening the kiss. Their positions on the bed made no sense; Amy could at least put her legs up. He wasn't able to lay on top of her fully, and he wanted to.
Especially since he now knew she wanted him to.
He pulled back from her face and looked in her eyes; now that he knew what to look for, he was able to see it clearly: desire. It gave him enough confidence to do as she had asked him before.
"Section Seven," he mumbled, and he let his hand caress her cheek softly. "Coitus."
Amy's breath halted. She looked at him expectantly. Sheldon bit his lip. He could do this. Amy wanted him to. She wanted him, too.
"The boyfriend and girlfriend will engage in coitus only when both parties verbally express their consent," he started, his hand moving to the buttons of her blouse. He undid the top five, his eyes flickering up to her face.
Amy just stared at him.
He caressed her softly over the exposed skin there. "After confirming the mutual wish to engage in such a physical activity," he mumbled, opening more buttons slowly.
"The boyfriend is responsible for making sure the girlfriend is sufficiently aroused," he whispered.
Amy blouse fell open now, and she was wearing a top underneath. No wonder she had felt warm before.
"To get the girlfriend aroused, the boyfriend may use various techniques to achieve the desired physiological response," he whispered, pushing the top up her body.
"Such as, but not limited to…" he murmured, bending down and kissing a path up her body.
He took hold of her right breast over her bra, his fingers feeling her nipple harden over the thin lace fabric. Amy gasped.
"Manual stimulation of the breasts," he said, his fingers pinching her nipple. Her back arched. He kissed her higher and higher up her body, his hands pushing up the top over her breasts. He pulled the lace down, and bent forward.
Her nipple was hard from his earlier ministrations. "Oral stimulation of the breasts," he continued, before taking her nipple in his mouth, sucking softly. His teeth scraped over her, almost nibbling at her.
Amy moaned, and Sheldon felt the vibrations in her chest.
His obsessive compulsive disorder encouraged him to give the exact same attention to her other breast (he had specified breasts, plural not singular in the agreement after all). Amy groaned softly, and her breathing pattern was different now; shallow and faster.
Sheldon pulled back from her, and gazed at her face. She looked magnificent; her cheeks ruddy, her eyes big and burning for him, her lips a darker shade of pink than usual.
"French kissing," he listed further, before he kissed her deeply and thoroughly. Amy's tongue brushed against his, and her hands were running through his hair – an act that caused strange kind of tingles to move from the top of his head to his spine and ending in his groin.
Sheldon pulled back, panting now.
"The… the boyfriend," he was almost gasping for breath – this was turning him on immensely, talking of contracts while touching and kissing Amy again like he had been wanting to for so long. He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, tugging Amy up from the bed. She was wearing way too much.
Amy's hands tugged on his shirts, and he guessed he was wearing too much as well.
"The boyfriend," he started again when he was shirtless and watching Amy unfasten her bra behind her back. He gulped at the sight of her breasts. Beautiful.
Amy kicked off her shoes and sat back fully on the bed, her legs on his bed now. "The boyfriend will always make sure that the girlfriend is ready for penetration," he mumbled, stumbling over the words. If his mother would hear him speak like this, there would be hell to pay.
He was unfastening her skirt, and he tugged it down her legs.
"How will he be sure?" Amy asked, breathless.
Sheldon felt his face heat up as he looked at her. He grabbed the waistband of her tights, and tugged them down, pulling her panties along with them. He grazed his fingers over her ankles, up her calves, over her knees. He spread her legs open, and Amy seemed to be holding her breath.
He held her gaze while he moved his hands over the inside of her thighs.
"There are multiple ways to find out if the girlfriend is sufficiently aroused," he kept on going, "she can state it outright… but the boyfriend should always take care of the girlfriend first…"
His right hand moved from the top of her leg to between her thighs. Sheldon gasped softly when he felt just how ready Amy was for penetration. His thumb grazed her clit and Amy mewled, her brow already furrowed in some sort of pleasured expression.
"And although the boyfriend may think the arousal is sufficient, he should always remember there is no such thing as 'too much wetness'," Sheldon whispered.
Amy's eyes opened comically. Sheldon lowered himself between her legs, holding her legs open firmly. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. He licked her over her folds in one big stroke, getting used to the taste of her again. Amy gasped, and her legs trembled under his hands already.
"Sheldon…" she breathed. He groaned against her in response – there was something about hearing her say his name like that. It drove him wild.
He continued his ministrations; licking her folds, and sucking on her clit. His right hand joined, pushing first one and then two fingers inside her. Her walls fluttered around his fingers – he remembered how that had felt around his member, and he groaned again.
Amy moaned. "Yes," she whispered.
He knew how to do this; he had perfected his technique in December already, so he kept up with what he had been doing; firm strokes against her clit with his tongue, while he rubbed the spongy part inside her with his fingers.
The sound of her gasping for breath while she moaned his name again breathlessly as she contracted around his fingers was rapidly becoming one of his favourite things to listen to.
He let her catch her breath a little, while he moved off the bed. His erection was starting to pain him in the confines of his pants. He toed off his shoes and quickly lowered his pants down to his feet. He would have folded them any other time, but he was too desperate now.
Amy stared at him. She looked even more beautiful than before, post-orgasm.
"When the girlfriend is sufficiently taken care of," Amy muttered, "how will the boyfriend proceed then?"
Sheldon bit his lip. "That depends," he said. "do you want me, Amy?"
"I don't think I'll ever say 'no' to that question," she chuckled. "Yes, I want you, Sheldon."
For some reason he was relieved to hear her say it. He chucked off his briefs quickly, before he pulled them up again. "I'll get a condom from the bathroom," he said hastily, and he almost tripped over his feet as he practically ran to the bathroom.
He returned quickly, and Amy was smirking at him.
"What is it?" Sheldon asked, taking of his briefs for real now, before he tore the packaging open. He had practised this, and it didn't take him too long to put the condom on.
"I'm just wondering what the frequency of this ehm.. physical activity is, according to the new and improved Relationship Agreement?" Amy asked, shyly.
"I wasn't done reciting, Amy," Sheldon said firmly, climbing onto his bed. Amy's eyes moved downwards to his erect member. He wouldn't last long, it was a good thing he had made her come just now.
"Do tell," she said, grinning. Was she enjoying this?
Sheldon had moved on top of her now, between her opened legs. He kissed her lips. Amy sighed under him and suddenly he was pulled closer against him; her legs had wrapped around his waist. She felt hot between her legs. Sheldon breathed out shallowly.
"As is the case with the Date Night Kisses or Non-Date Night Kisses," he whispered between kisses, "there will be no limitations or restrictions to coital activities, as long as both parties are on board."
Amy gasped, and it could be from his statement or the fact that he pushed into her. And even despite her orgasm, she felt tight and hot around him. Amy trembled under him, and her eyes looked filled with something he wasn't really able to read.
He kissed her more, open-mouthed and hungrily. She had to have adjusted to him now, and Sheldon pulled out a little and carefully pushed into her. Amy moved with him, her hips pushing upwards against him as he thrusted into her, and moving away from him as he pulled back only to repeat the action again and again.
Somehow she felt even better than those months ago, but that was probably because he knew what to expect now; the snugness of her, the wetness and the fluttering of her walls around him. And the noises she made; the mewling sounds, the gasps for air, the breathy moans.
It was a whole other level of Amy dwellings.
He increased his pace; he tried to hold off, but he couldn't. Not after waiting this long, not after the anticipation that seemed to have lasted the entire evening.
Amy moaned only louder as he pushed into her almost roughly. "Oh!" she exclaimed.
"Dear Lord, Amy," Sheldon panted, their foreheads touching and their breaths mingling. "You feel so good, I…"
He was unable to finish his sentence, but he didn't need to. Amy knew him too well; she knew what he had tried to say. Her legs pulled him tighter against him, and he was squeezed tightly all of a sudden; her walls contracted around him. "Ahh," he grunted. "Amy.."
His orgasm overtook him, making him push into her faster and rougher, stars burst behind his eyelids and euphoria washed over him. He groaned into her neck, his arms had given out and he had to be crushing her, although Amy didn't complain.
He breathed out, catching his breath and giving his heart a little time to stop racing.
Sheldon moved off her, holding onto his softening member so the condom would slip off. He fell onto his back beside her, still panting a little. "I think I'll be able to last longer if the next time we do this isn't in four months from now," he said.
Amy grinned at him. She was literally beaming.
Amy with a post-coital glow around her was his new favourite thing to look at.
"Can I suggest an amendment to the Relationship Agreement too?" Amy asked.
"Of course," Sheldon said, feeling slightly nervous.
"The boyfriend has to tell the girlfriend whenever he feels like having coitus, because she is always ready to jump him," she grinned wickedly at him.
"Amy!" Sheldon exclaimed, scandalized. But also a little excited. That vixen.
She looked at him, waiting for his answer. Could he put that in a contract? How would that even work? Sometimes they were surrounded by the others and just a look from her was enough to set him off.
He guessed they could figure out the articles later, when his brain wasn't still high on oxytocin.
"Alright," he mumbled. "I'll put it in, just don't judge me because I suddenly have developed the hormone level of an average teenage boy of 16."
"I plan to exploit that hormone level to the fullest," she winked. "Where do I sign?"
END
A/N: Happy birthday, kingdomfictionalia! I hope you have a great day – limited as the celebrations may be due to the current mess that is 2020.
I wish you all the love for your birthday; hopefully this year will be better than the last.
