MMMM, she smells so good. He had his head buried in the crook of Amy's neck, with her hair haloed around his face. Her scent surrounded him. He lay on his side, spooning her, with his arm cast loosely over her waist. Their feet were tangled together. Still heavy with sleep, he sighed contentedly. Suddenly, his eyes shot open fully, his mind registering their position and the nature of his… affectation. Her bottom was pressed tightly against him. He was now fully awake - some parts more awake than others- and his heart was beating hard in his wanted to move away from her, but If he attempted such a maneuver, she might notice his arousal. Blushing furiously, he starting to recite Avogadro's constant in order to relax his excitement. When that failed, he tried to categorize prime numbers and practice Kolinahr. Before his meditative practices stood a chance, however, Amy shifted against him, unknowingly brushing her heated bottom against him.

He stifled a groan. Cursing his body, and powerless to resist her, he gave in, burying his nose into her hair. His arm pulled her closer against him. He was so tired of fighting this desperate need for her. He wasn't sure anymore why he was so resistant anyway. Whereas once he had had no interest in coitus - he had found the whole thing ridiculous and off-putting- lately he knew that not only was intimacy with Amy more a probability than a possibility but also, he was anticipating that intimacy more and more fervently. It was beginning to feel silly to wait much longer, especially now, surrounded by her subtle scent, her soft hair tickling his neck, and her delicious curves tantalizing him with each of her steady, deep breathes. He hummed deep in his throat and tried to relax. Now was not the time to initiate further physical intimacy. Amy was injured, apartment-less: It was his job to care for her, not to take advantage of her current vulnerability. But Universe knows, this woman tempted him beyond reason. Without realizing what he was doing, his hand began a slow caress up her side and back down to her bottom.

She was safe, and warm and comfortable… and more than a little turned on. Turned on? Amy blinked slowly as puffs of air tickled her neck. She blinked her eyes open, and then closed them as a shaft of sunlight assaulted her senses. Where was she? Right, Leonard's bed. Leonard's bed with Sheldon! She was in bed with Sheldon! Amy couldn't believe her luck. One earthquake, a destroyed apartment, and a sprained wrist later, and her dream of being in the same bed with her boyfriend had come true. If she knew this was all it took for Sheldon to show some affection, she might have hurt herself years ago!

Feeling his light touch upon her side, she felt her pulse quicken. Sighing happily, she shifted against him, and her eyes sprung open. Was that? NO! It couldn't be! Sheldon was spooning her and appeared to be quite excited to be in bed with her. Should she encourage him? Would she be pressuring him if she just returned his touch? To hell with it, this might be my only chance! Bracing for rejection, she pressed herself back further into his arms and turned her head to the side to encourage him to press his lips there. When her movements caused those very lips to accidentally brush across the sensitive skin at her pulse point, she murmured her encouragement aloud. "Mmm." She felt him take a deep breath and freeze for an instant.

Amy is awake. His lips were at her neck, and her skin was soft, oh so soft, and warm and wonderful. His body was telling him- no, pushing him- to keep touching her, to taste her. The very thought of pulling away from her set his stomach to knots. His need for completion was eating his insides. But his mind was overwhelmed with fear. What if they weren't ready? What if this ruined everything? He couldn't lose her! But what if by holding back he was driving her away? She had been asking for more intimacy. He was frozen in place, trapped by his doubts.

She could nearly read his thoughts. "Sheldon?" she began carefully, "It's alright. I love you."

With those words, relief washed over him. Amy loved him. Amy wanted him. Amy would wait, if he wanted to wait. Setting his lips to the nape of neck once more, he pressed a tentative kiss there. He inhaled deeply. What was he waiting for? He was hers, she was his. They belonged with each other. In that moment, the decision was made: The wait was over. "My Amy," he murmured and chased light kisses across the gentle slope of her neck, letting his tongue leave a wet trail in its wake, while his hands slipped down her hip to her lower abdomen and ran lightly back and forth. She tasted sweet and salty, and he was overcome with deep desire.

His mouth traveled its way up to her ear, and he didn't know if he was doing this right, but he just did what felt right, and nibbled and suckled the tip of her earlobe into his mouth. He received immediate approval when Amy let out a whispery moan that caused tingles to shoot up and down his spine. Without thinking about his next move, and mostly because if he didn't touch her skin he might die, he slipped his hand under the pajama top and let his fingers trail across her baby-soft skin. He felt something akin to pride when he heard her suck in a breathe and felt the goosebumps across her skin. And then his mind ceased to feel anything besides pleasure as his fingers grazed the underside of her breast.

Palming her breast, he took his thumb and grazed it over her the nipple, and as it hardened under his touch, he heard Amy let out a moan. "Umm, Sheldon." And just as he returned his lips and teeth to the crook of neck, he felt her hand slip into his bottoms and brush his manhood. Unable to control himself, he let out a guttural grunt, and in a quick move, he rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him. His lips crushed against hers, his desire to consume growing exponentially by the moment. Amy's tongue brushed against his lips, and he instinctively opened his mouth to give her tongue access. When their tongues slid across each other, an electric current moved swiftly down to his hardened member. "Oh God," he groaned as his hands found the edge of her pajama top, and lifted it up in a quick tug over her head, before diving into another heated kiss. His hands grabbed hold of her breasts again and she mewled.

Amy's hands were no longer idle, and were working slowly at the buttons of his pajama top. Pulling it roughly from his shoulders, she pulled him up from the pillow in order to work off the top before breaking their kiss and attaching her lips to his neck. Moaning, she moved her hand into his pajama pants once again, and slipped past the barrier of his briefs. When her fingers gently encircled his penis, he nearly leaped from the bed. "Finally," Amy breathed as she took his nipple into her mouth as she stroked him. He was soft and firm, and so hot to the touch. She tentatively moved her hand up and down and ran her thumb over the tip.

"AMY!" Sheldon cried out raising his hips and meeting her strokes. "Wait," he called, "wait." She froze mid-stroke.

"Are you ok?" she asked concerned, meeting his gaze. He's going to freak out.

"Yes, yes. We need to, um… slow down. I, phew, I need a minute or this will all be over before it starts." He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. "I love you, and I … want this to be perfect."

"Oh, Sheldon. I love you,too." She kissed him back just as sweetly. Something shifted between them, and their kisses, though still heated, were suddenly less urgent, and far more tender. In another move, Sheldon rolled her beneath him and began to trail kisses from her lips down the slope of her neck, to the valley between her breasts. Moving to her left breast, he paused for a moment before laving his tongue over the tip of her nipple. Amy groaned. Needing the symmetry, he moved to her other breast, and pulled it into his mouth.

"Amy, my Amy, so beautiful." he whispered against her skin. His hands moved along with his mouth, roaming further down pausing to touch and taste here and there. He kissed his way across her abdomen and his fingers caught the edge of her panties, pulling them down. He moved off her just for a moment so that Amy could kick them away from her.

She was naked, in bed with Sheldon, and shaking like a leaf. Sheldon was on top of her and he had kissed his way down her body. She didn't know what to expect, and was trying to tamp down on her expectations. And then he touched her, and she forgot to feel anything but immense pleasure. "Sheeeldon," she cried out his name as she writhed under his fingers. Moving awkwardly to the side, Sheldon quickly removed his briefs, and then kissed his way back up to her mouth. She spread her legs, cradling his body between them. He was poised at her entrance, desperate to be inside her. She lifted her lips to his, kissing him desperately. She felt him slide against her heat.

She felt like an inferno against him. Her heat and wetness were almost enough for him to lose himself right there. He kissed her again, taking a shuddering breath for control. "Amy, are you ready?"

She nodded, but just then there was a cacophony of noise outside the room. They froze, sharing looks of utmost panic.

"AMY? SHELDON? Are you awake! You'll never guess what happened!?" They heard Penny's voice calling loudly across the apartment. Sheldon's slumberous eyes widened in panic as he rolled off Amy, and nearly off the bed. His elbow smacked hard against the night-stand. There was a flurry of activity as Amy grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over her. Sheldon got off the bed, grabbing for his briefs. He tripped and fell on the bed with one leg in his briefs and one out.

"Amy? Sheldon, buddy?" Leonard's voice now filled the hall, and they could hear Leonard knocking against Sheldon's door. Meanwhile, Sheldon had managed to get his pajama pants back on and his shirt was flung over his shoulders. Amy had crawled to the edge of the bed and managed to pull her panties back up and was searching helplessly for her borrowed pajama top, holding her arm across her breasts. Sheldon found it and threw it at her.

As she pulled it over her shoulders and started to button it, Sheldon called out to Leonard and Penny. "We're in here. I was just getting Amy up." He gestured in a helpless shrug to Amy as he pulled his robe haphazardly over his shoulders and tied it crookedly. He rolled his eyes at the breathless sound of his own voice. Suddenly the door sprung open, and Leonard and Penny stood in the doorway, smiling so wide they both looked like their cheeks would crack. They were so distracted by their own happiness that they didn't take in the tension and awkwardness in the room. Sheldon was standing next to the bed. his arms crossed in front of him, and Amy was seated crookedly across it, with the comforter pulled over her still bare legs, her pajama top missing the last couple of buttons as she had buttoned it unevenly in her hurry. Both were flushed and obviously uncomfortable.

"Guess what?" Leonard began cheerfully, pulling Penny further into the room by their connected hands, and forcing Sheldon to sit next to Amy on the bed to give them space in the small room. Sheldon reached covertly for a pillow to pull over his lap. Sheldon and Amy exchanged a quick, guilty glance before looking back at their friends.

"We're ENGAGED!" Penny screamed out, holding up her left hand, bearing a beautiful, shiny diamond ring.