Part XXI

6x04 The Re-Entry Minimization

Leonard: All right, Pictionary. What are the teams?

Penny: How about boys versus girls?

Sheldon: Oh, that hardly seems fair. But I guess any team that I'm not on has a decided disadvantage.


Leonard: Sheldon, we haven't won a game all night. Now, you either stick your face in that pie or I'm gonna stick that pie in your face.


"I'm done! I'm done!" Leonard exclaimed, jubilantly.

Amy pulled her head up from the pie dish, she could hardly see without her glasses and blueberry jam covering her face. She was happy someone else finished the pie eating – she was unable to finish it whole, and she had already eaten more than she could stomach. Sheldon and Leonard seemed to be celebrating their first win of the evening.

"Yay! I told you we'd win tonight!" Sheldon said to Leonard.

Amy didn't need her glasses to see the look Leonard shot him. "The girls wiped the floor with us tonight, Sheldon," he said angrily.

Sheldon seemed unperturbed. "But we won the last game," he replied. He was wiping his face with the towel he had wrapped around his neck.

"Yeah, Sheldon, you won," Penny chuckled.

They all sat back, being happy to have stopped eating. Before they started with the pie eating contest, they had determined this would be the last game of the night. Penny had gotten up and had thrown the uneaten pies away. She pulled Leonard up by his hand.

"Come with me," she said, mischievously. "I wasn't done eating yet, and I think you'll like the method I had in mind to clean you up."

"Oh, yes," Leonard grinned. He hurried to his feet, and almost fell over in his enthusiasm.

Amy watched them walk to the front door, covered in blueberries and giggling as they hurried across the hall. She was only a little jealous, she told herself.

"Good game, Ames!" Penny called from the doorway.

"Have fun," Amy replied weakly. She tried to wipe some of the blueberry residue from her eyes; her whole face was covered in it and she had a little trouble breathing as well.

"Here," Sheldon's voice sounded from close-by, and Amy stilled when she felt his hands on her face. He was cleaning her eyes with a clean corner of the towel. Amy swallowed awkwardly.

"Thank you," she mumbled. She was able to open her eyes again now, and she balked back when she saw how close Sheldon was to her.

He was completely focussed on her face, and he didn't seem to notice how she trembled due to his close proximity. He continued to wipe her face clean, and Amy could only stare at him.

"There," he said. "Most of it is gone now. Here are your glasses," he handed them to her, "let's get you cleaned up."

Only minutes before had Penny suggested cleaning Leonard up in a way that had to be sexual. Did Sheldon realise how his words sounded in her head? He probably didn't notice. Not everyone had the dirty mind she had, and Sheldon certainly didn't.

Amy followed Sheldon to the bathroom, her glasses in her hand and her face still sticky with blueberries.

"I'll get you a washcloth and a towel," Sheldon said, leaving her there.

Amy squinted at her reflection, her skin was stained purple. Great. She took off her cardigan and blouse quickly, and hung them over the towel rack. Clad in her skirt and camisole, she moved back to the sink. She had just started the water, when Sheldon entered the bathroom again.

"Oh!" he said, the shock evident in his voice. Amy looked up, and caught his surprised gaze in the mirror. She was still wearing most of her clothes. But the way he looked at her made her feel nervous and self-conscious.

"I would have gotten all my clothes wet otherwise," Amy said, apologetically.

It was preposterous. He was her boyfriend. She should be able to be partially naked in his presence. Hell, Penny was usually dressed in less than this and he never stared like a deer caught in headlights at her.

"Of course," Sheldon said, his voice hoarse. He approached her. "Here's a washcloth."

Amy gave him a small smile, and bent down to focus on washing her face clean of blueberry-residue. She could hear Sheldon move around behind her, but she was pre-occupied with her face. It seemed the blueberries were everywhere; in her hairline, her nose, in her ears even.

When she looked up, her mouth dropped open.

Sheldon had taken off his shirts.

This was the first time she had seen him in such a state of undress. Would it be too much to put on her glasses so she could study him? She hated the fact that she wasn't able to see him properly now.

He came to stand next to her, and she thanked a-deity-she-did-not-believe-in that she was near-sighted. He was wetting his own washcloth under the running water, and Amy snuck glances at his torso. He had chest hair. She didn't know why, but it was extremely sexy.

Masculine.

She could see in her reflection that her face was heating up just from looking at him, and the fact that the both of them had never been this close together before with so little clothes on probably had something to do with that as well.

While she was done washing her face already, she kept rinsing the washcloth and moving it over her face, just so she could keep on standing next to him. It was almost embarrassing how aroused she was getting from this.

Embarrassing how she craved being close to him.

Sheldon was kind of flushed in the face too, but it could easily be a purple hue from the blueberries colouring his skin.

"I had fun tonight," Amy said, patting her face dry with the towel Sheldon had given her. She figured she should be going. Leonard and Penny was 'retired' for the night. She didn't want to overstay her welcome.

"Of course you did," Sheldon said, and he sounded somewhat annoyed. "You won almost every game."

Amy chuckled. "How does it feel, knowing that you were beaten by two girls?"

Sheldon glared at her. "You got lucky," he said. "If Leonard hadn't been so terrible at Pictionary, we would have won."

"No, you wouldn't have!" Amy argued. She looked at him incredulously. Gosh, he was a sore loser. "We beat you in Pictionary, Where is Waldo and the wrestling match!"

"You didn't beat anyone in the wrestling match, that was Penny," Sheldon said.

"Oh, I bet I could beat you just as easily, mister," Amy crossed her arms.

"Oh, really?" Sheldon asked, and the challenge in his voice was evident.

"Come then," he said. He turned off the faucet, and then grabbed her by her wrist. Amy had to jog a little to keep up with him as he pulled her into his bedroom.

He was on his hands and knees on the ground already. Amy stared at his naked back. What was happening?

"What are you doing?" Amy asked, bewildered at this sudden turn.

"We're going to determine who would have won a wrestling match between the two of us," Sheldon snapped. "Now, are you game or are you afraid to eat your words?"

Amy huffed. She wasn't going to let him speak to her like that.

"Oh, you bet I am," Amy said. She moved on her hands and knees next to him. "Who's going to do the countdown?"

"You can do it," Sheldon said in a tone that implied he was throwing her a bone, because he was sure he was going to win anyway. It was so arrogant and typically Sheldon, that Amy narrowed her eyes at him.

"Alright," she said. "One, two, three, wrestle."

She grabbed him by his wrist with one hand, and took hold of his shoulder with the other, attempting to copy what she had seen Penny do.

Tackling Sheldon to the ground wasn't as easy as Penny had made it look; Amy managed to lift his arm to flip him over, but he used her unbalanced state to his advantage. She found herself on her back, both her hands pinned down next to her head.

Amy stared at him in surprise; Penny had made it look so easy. How come Sheldon was beating her now? There was no time to think however; if he managed to pin her down for three seconds, she would lose.

Amy grunted as she tried to move her hands; she could see the beginnings of a smirk forming on the corners of Sheldon's mouth. That wouldn't do.

She swung her legs upwards, trying to bracket his hips. Her skirt constricted her movements slightly, but she managed to hook her feet on his back. With all the strength she had in her, she swung them around.

The look of surprise on Sheldon's face was worth the soreness she would definitely feel the next day. Amy grinned and pulled her wrists free from his grasp, and she tried to balance herself on top of him. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist now, but that was unimportant; what mattered now was pinning him down.

"Ha!" Amy exclaimed, grinning.

She made to move to Sheldon's wrists, intending to pin him down, but her jubilant cry turned into a yelp as he avoided her hands swiftly and rolled them both over instead, his hands taking a firm hold of her hips.

"You were saying?" he was breathing heavily – neither one of them was in a good shape, and just this little amount of physical effort was proving to be a challenge for both of them.

Amy attempted to push him off her, but he wouldn't budge. She thrashed under him, trying to use her legs again as a leverage, but he was onto her this time. Amy's heart skipped a beat when she realised just how Sheldon had pinned her down to the ground.

He didn't seem to notice it yet, but he was laying on top of her, using his body weight to keep her on the floor. Amy had stopped resisting him the second she realised he was on top of her. His naked chest radiated a warmth she had not foreseen, and her camisole provided little to no barrier between them.

Sheldon had grabbed both her hands again, and Amy surrendered to his superior strength. She didn't think their faces had ever been this close before. Sheldon's gaze moved over her face, and Amy felt how his fingers changed position on her wrist.

He seemed to be counting under his breath, but it weren't the seconds he was pinning her down.

"Do you admit defeat?" he asked, his voice sounded oddly low.

Amy had a dry throat. She swallowed uncomfortably. "Yes, you win," she mumbled.

Sheldon leaned forward and Amy stopped breathing. He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. Amy gasped softly. He kissed her again; on her chin. He kissed her once more on her cheek this time. Then her eyebrow, followed by her hairline.

He was raining kisses on her face, and Amy felt like she was dreaming.

"Sheldon?" she whispered questioningly.

"Yes?" he mumbled, as he kissed her cheekbone, her cheek, the curve of her jaw.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked softly. This was completely out of character for him, and while she loved it, she was more than a little surprised by this turn of events.

Sheldon pulled back from her face, he was a slightly darker pink than Amy was used to. "Is this not part of the wrestling match? It's what you and Penny did to me," he said, sounding confused.

Amy's heart sank. Here she was, thinking – hoping really – that he was suddenly showing her some affection while he lay half-naked on top of her. It couldn't be further from the truth.

"No, it's not," Amy said.

Sheldon's face whitened in realisation and he crawled off her, and the loss of his warm body from hers caused her to shiver slightly.

"I'm sorry then," Sheldon said, and he was blushing. It would have been endearing, had she not been extremely turned on right now.

"It's alright," Amy mumbled. "I don't mind you kissing me."

Sheldon shot her a look. He gulped, before he looked away from her. Amy tried to scramble off the ground as elegantly as possible, but it was a challenge. Sheldon eventually pulled her up by her hand.

"Your uhm.. your skirt," he muttered.

"What?" she mumbled. Amy had been eyeing his chest again, the patch of chest hair was at the exact height of her mouth and her imagination was running in overdrive thinking of erotic scenarios in her head.

Sheldon didn't answer, instead his hands grabbed the hem of her skirt and he tugged it down. Amy was brought out of her daydream immediately. She had practically been standing in her underwear there.

"Thank you," she said softly. His hands were on her hips. They felt extremely hot there.

"You're welcome," he said.

Amy wondered if it was just her who felt the electricity around them. She also wondered why Sheldon was still holding onto her hips. Amy tentatively took a step closer to him.

His naked chest was tempting her. Especially that patch of hair between his pecs. Could she touch it?

"Since you won the wrestling match, I-I-I guess congratulations are in order," Amy whispered. She watched his chest rise and fall. She looked up at him fleetingly.

"They are, yes," Sheldon replied, his voice was subdued. "I believe usually in wrestling matches, there are women in various stages of undress to keep the crowd entertained. They usually fawn over the victor as well."

Amy looked at him in surprise.

"My brother used to watch a lot of wrestling in the '80s," he was quick to explain. "It was very popular at the time."

"Right," Amy mumbled. "Well, what would those women do to congratulate the winners then?"

She couldn't believe she was asking him this. Sheldon licked his lips. His hands squeezed her hips.

"The usual," he muttered. "Champagne showers, hugs, kisses, exaggerated praise of their performance."

Amy grinned, she could do that. "Well, I don't have any champagne on me, but I am already partly undressed," she said, smirking at him. Sheldon looked apprehensive when he realised what she was implying.

"Oh, Sheldon!" she said, in a completely over-the-top way, "You were amazing! Your victory should come as a surprise to no one!"

And, since he had given her permission of sorts – she stood on tiptoe and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in a hug. Sheldon made a sort of surprised noise in her ear, but his hands moved from her hips to her lower back, holding her close.

Amy immediately regretted doing this. He was way too close. Her hands were on his naked shoulders, and she could feel the slight muscles move under her fingers. His chest hair tickled against the naked skin above her breasts. Arousal pooled in her lower belly.

Amy pulled back a little, and looked in his questioning eyes for a half-second. Before she had a chance to lose her courage – and besides, he had said semi-nude women kissed the winners of wrestling matches – she took hold of his neck and pulled him down towards her.

She pulled a little too hard, and Sheldon's mouth crashed against hers. But his lips weren't uncompliant like they had been the other times she had kissed him. Amy moaned in shock, but that moan turned into one of arousal as Sheldon's lips moved with hers.

They were both awkward in their movements; pressing kisses to each other's lips, their mouths half-opened moving over each other, testing the pressure of their lips and marvelling at the soft feel of the inside of their lips as they got acquainted with each other.

Amy found herself trembling with nerves. Surely, Sheldon would put a stop to this sooner or later. But he only seemed to pull her closer to him; and the next time his half-opened mouth brushed over hers, his tongue swept across the inside of her lips. Amy mewled in the back of her throat. She increased her grip on his shoulders; her legs were giving out.

Timidly, but oh so curious, she mimicked his movements. The second their tongues brushed against each other, the earlier tingles of arousal in her lower belly multiplied and her legs definitely gave out. Amy whimpered in his opened mouth, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

Sheldon held her upright; he had pulled her flush against him. Amy's eyes opened in shock when his hands moved from her hips to her ass; squeezing her, and pulling her against him almost roughly.

Sheldon pulled back from her, his face a combination of shock and uncertainty. He was breathing deeply.

Amy stared at him. Her lips felt swollen, her heart was beating out of her chest and she was absolutely sure she had never been this aroused in her life.

The air around them was crackling with tension.

She didn't dare to break whatever spell was cast between them. Sheldon's eyes were ablaze with something, and the way he stared at her made Amy's stomach churn.

He looked at her with a question in his eyes, and he leaned into once more.

He kissed her again, softly and testing. Amy tightened her hands on his neck, pulling him down. His kiss turned heated the second she reciprocated. The growling sound he made in the back of his throat caused her to pull him even tighter against her.

Sheldon was walking her backwards; when the back of her knees hit his mattress, she pulled away.

Her heart was bursting out of her chest at the implications. Trembling with nerves, Amy lowered herself on his bed, and she crawled towards the head of his bed awkwardly. Sheldon was busy pulling her shoes off her feet, and he turned around to file them by the foot of his bed. He had lowered himself on his haunches, where he loosened his own shoelaces and stepped out of his shoes.

Amy could only look on. He was probably taking off their shoes because he didn't want them on his bed, which made sense. There was no reason to think this would go any further than some kissing on his bed.

But Sheldon moved back up and Amy couldn't stop herself from looking at his crotch. The fabric of his khakis was pulled tight over a definite bulge there. Her mouth fell open.

Sheldon looked at her, he was biting his lip.

"It's a good thing the two of us didn't wrestle with Leonard and Penny there," he said softly, and he climbed on top of the bed. "I would've never heard the end of it, had Leonard seen me with an erection."

Amy let out a breathy chuckle. Sheldon had lain down next to her now, and his hand cupped her face. "I would have had to let you win," he mumbled softly before he kissed her again.

Amy kissed him back, her hands on his shoulders and neck once more. Sheldon opened his mouth over hers again, and their tongues met between their opened lips. Amy moaned softly again; she had never expected tongue-kissing to be this sensual. Her arousal was reaching new heights.

Unable to stop herself any longer, she moved one of her hands from his shoulders to his chest. The hairs felt coarse under her fingers, and she was fascinated by them. Sheldon groaned deeply in her mouth and he rolled on top of her.

The bulge pressed against her, and all other thoughts left her head.

Sheldon pulled back from her. "Amy," he said, hesitant and unsure.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Ca-Can I…?" he stuttered, his hand was on the closure her skirt.

Amy nodded. "Please," she answered.

Sheldon seemed nervous, but he undid the button of her skirt and moved back up on his haunches. Amy lifted her hips and Sheldon pulled her skirt off her. She couldn't help but chuckle as she watched how he folded it and laid it at the foot of his bed.

She quickly took off her camisole and her bra as well. Sheldon was staring at her. Maybe she had been too forward, she realised.

"They're nothing special," Amy said, bashfully.

Sheldon swallowed thickly. "I beg to differ," he said. "I've been wondering for months what you look like without your clothes. Every morning I wake up, and it's the first thing on my mind somehow. You. Naked, sometimes."

Amy blinked at him.

"Sorry, that was out of line," Sheldon said, averting his eyes.

"No!" Amy said quickly. "I'm just surprised, that's all. Come here."

She reached out her hand and pulled Sheldon back on top of her. He kissed her when he was close enough, and the feel of his naked chest against hers was heavenly. Amy didn't know how else to convey her wish for him to touch her; she grabbed his hand and moved it to her breast.

Sheldon grunted in her mouth, but his hand caressed her. He appeared to be cataloguing how she felt, how she whimpered when he brushed over her hardened nipple and how her hips moved restlessly against him, seeking any kind of friction.

Amy pulled away from his mouth to moan when he rubbed her nipple between his fingers; the action caused even more wetness to accumulate between her legs.

"Sheldon," she mewled.

He groaned in response, his mouth was in her neck now, kissing her there. He moved down, across her heaving chest and pressed a kiss to her nipple, before he engulfed it in his mouth. Amy keened.

He lavished her nipple with tiny kisses and licks, and he suckled on her softly. Amy was breathing tiny gasps and little moans.

"Sheldon, please," she murmured, desperate now. Her hips were bucking up against him.

He lifted himself from her breast and kissed her again. Amy didn't think she could handle him kissing her anymore; she was incredibly high-strung, and she needed a release. She kissed him back fleetingly, but her hands were on the closure of his pants. She unbuttoned them, and brushed against his member as she lowered the zipper.

"Amy," Sheldon breathed in her mouth. "Are we moving too fast?"

Amy was pushing down his pants using her feet. Her hand cupped him over his underwear, and her eyes widened. She had never felt a penis before, and she was fascinated by him again.

"No, we aren't," she said. They weren't moving fast enough, in her opinion.

He was kicking off his pants and socks, and Amy pulled of her tights and underwear at the same time. Sheldon was eying her questioningly, but he pulled down his briefs anyway.

"Are you sure? I've been told first times can be painful when women aren't sufficiently aroused," he said.

"Sheldon," Amy said, "I'm always aroused when I'm with you."

Sheldon gave her a disbelieving look. His eyes moved over her body, and they left a fire in their wake. "You are?" he asked quietly, he was moving between her opened legs now and Amy flushed when he gazed at her between her legs.

His hand caressed her over thigh, and Amy spread her legs even more. Her eyes were fixed on his penis, hard and longer than she expected it to be. She gasped for breath when his hand moved between her legs. Sheldon's eyes widened comically.

"You're so wet," he said softly. And Amy realised he was fascinated by her. The fire in her stomach burned.

"I am," Amy mumbled, her eyes were rolling back in her head, and he was barely touching her.

"Because of me?" he questioned, his thumb moved over her clit and Amy let out an embarrassing whine.

"Yes," she moaned. She gasped for breath when he pushed two fingers inside her, her back arched and she looked at his through heavily lidded eyes. It felt full, but her body seemed to welcome them with each time he pushed his fingers into her. Sheldon was completely focussed on his hand and how she responded to his fingers. Amy groaned softly, and she squeezed her muscles around his fingers.

She was more than ready for him. He had to realise that too, right?

"Sheldon, please," she moaned. She had never wanted him as much as the wanted him right now. The amount of wetness between her legs was unprecedented, and she was moving her hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Her own hands had taken hold of her the bedsheets next to her, squeezing them in frustration.

More. She needed more.

His thumb was moving over her clit again; making small circles as he did. Amy gaped at him, her eyes falling shut when he rubbed her just right. Her arousal built rapidly, and his fingers moved easily inside her now, pushing into her, curling up and rubbing against her from the inside.

"AAHH," Amy mewled. The tiny sparks were everywhere, and they seemed to accumulate inside her.

"Don't stop," she muttered urgently. She panted loudly, and in the back of her mind she realised it was a good thing they were alone in the apartment because she was being embarrassingly loud.

Sheldon was breathing rapidly as well. "Amy," he breathed softly. It was her name on his lips that did it.

She spamsed around his fingers, and the tingles spread through her as her orgasm overtook her. The feeling of pure euphoria moved through her, and it was longer and heavier than she was used to, but then again; it was Sheldon who was making her come this time. Her back arched and she trembled all over. Her brow was furrowed and sweaty, and she must have looked ridiculous, but when she opened her eyes, Sheldon was looking at her with a look that made the smouldering fire inside her burn full force.

He removed his hand from her and he bit his lip. "Was that good?" he asked.

Amy gaped at him. She just came incredibly hard on his hand, and he asked if it was good?

"That was more than good, Sheldon," she said. She pulled him towards her by his shoulders. She was way too curious now.

He smiled somewhat smugly at her praise, but his smile turned into a gasp when Amy wrapped her hand around his member. He groaned as she moved her hand up and down. Amy marvelled at the feel of him; hard yet soft, and pulsing under her fingers.

She shifted under him, so she could move the tip of his penis through the slickness of her folds. Sheldon grumbled.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

Amy let go of him, and wrapped her legs around his waist again. "If you make me wait another minute, I'll wrestle you again till I'm on top," she whispered threateningly.

"And then what?" Sheldon asked, challenging her. He had taken hold of himself now, and he moved his dick across her folds, over her clit – Amy whimpered – and coming to a halt at her entrance.

"Then I - -" Amy stopped talking as she felt him brush against her clit again.

"Then you?" he repeated, "I'll have you under me again in seconds, Amy. Admit it."

She gaped at him in disbelief. Were they still in the midst of a competition? She moved her hips against him, making him press against her entrance.

"You win, Sheldon," she breathed, "are you going to claim your prize?"

His eyes darkened. "Definitely," he whispered, and he pushed his hips forward, entering her slowly. Amy's mouth fell open.

Once he was sheathed inside her fully, he pressed his mouth to hers in small kisses like he had done to her face earlier. "Good Lord, Amy," he grumbled, and all Amy could do was focus on the feeling of incredible fullness. Sheldon was everywhere; his chest hair was rubbing against her, his breath was on her face and neck, his entire body felt warm against her, he was filling her completely.

Amy breathed out slowly, letting her body adjust to the intrusion, trying to relax her pelvic muscles as much as possible. The stretch wasn't painful, but it was somewhat uncomfortable.

Sheldon kissed her again, and Amy melted into his kiss. After a few kisses, Sheldon shifted above her; he trembled with restraint or from exertion, as he moved his hips back and pushed forward again. Amy breathed out slowly.

The fullness was otherworldly.

Sheldon held her gaze, breathing deeply while he increased his thrusts. The fire inside her burned full force, but Amy wondered if it was because of his movements or because of the way he looked at her.

His thrusts started to create a sort of friction, and Amy awkwardly tried to move with him. Sheldon groaned loudly, pushing into her roughly. Amy gasped.

"Amy," he grunted, and there was a desperation to his voice that Amy recognized. It was exactly how she had sounded when she pleaded him a mere minutes ago.

"Sheldon," she moaned, tightening her legs around him, pulling him in even deeper. She yelped.

Sheldon groaned in her neck, and he grabbed her hands again. He pinned her down on his bed like he had done before when they wrestled on the floor. Amy stared up at him, her hands next to her head, her legs around his waist.

Sheldon was panting, staring in her eyes as he pounded into her.

It was the hottest thing.

He shifted his hips, and he entered her at a slightly different angle that caused new stars to burst behind her eyelids. "Sheldon!" Amy exclaimed, the friction was building between them.

"Oohh, yes," Sheldon groaned, thrusting harder and sloppily now. He was silent as he came, his face contorted in pleasure, his mouth open and panting.

Amy moaned softly, squeezing around him on purpose – causing Sheldon to groan louder and fall on top of her.

The both of them were catching their breath slowly. Amy lowered her trembling legs from around him, they already felt sore just from holding them open. She couldn't imagine what Sheldon was feeling.

He pulled back from her neck, and rolled off her. Amy's brow furrowed when she felt all kinds of liquid drip out of her. It was a good thing she was on the pill, because she had totally forgotten about any kind of protection in the heat of the moment.

Sheldon fell down next to her, panting still.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He pulled her left hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. It was that gesture more than anything that caused Amy to grin up at him.

"Yes," she said softly. "I think I'll be sore tomorrow, but it's worth it."

Sheldon grinned. "Good."

"Are you okay?" Amy asked. This wasn't just a milestone for her, she realised.

"I am," Sheldon said, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "This feels like a bigger win than any game we played tonight."

END