POP!
"I opened another bottle of champagne!" Penny yelled to the group gathered in 4A. She took a clumsy spin with the bottle raised in her hand, as the skirt on her black cocktail dress twirled. A collective cheer went up from the group of friends. Bernadette took the offered glass happily, looking around. All the friends were dressed up in suits and lovely dresses. Happy, giddy even, with the news of the engagement, and possibly with the large amounts of celebratory champagne they had all consumed. They were spread all over the apartment. Bernadette's glance fell on Sheldon and Amy, who were seated, as usual, in their respective spots on the sofa. The air around them was palpable with tension. Sheldon's eyes followed Amy's every move, and Bernadette watched Amy's shy blush when she looked over to catch Sheldon staring. Tripping slightly, Bernadette made her way over to ferret out the news from her friends, something was definitely going on with them.
"Hey Ames, how's it going? Is Sheldon taking good care of you?" Emphasizing "care", Bernadette clearly hoped both would pick up on her double entendre and give something away with their reactions.
"Of course, I am!" Sheldon cried defensively. Bernadette's eyebrows raised dramatically and her devilish smile spread across her face. Sheldon's cheeks reddened, furthering Bernadette's suspicions that there was more going on than just nursing. Realizing his blunder, Sheldon reddened, even more, huffing in frustration. "I'm contractually obligated to care for Amy when she is in distress, that's all!" Sheldon responded vehemently. Amy's eyes were stubbornly boring a hole into her shoes, and Sheldon suddenly became very occupied with his champagne flute.
Bernadette followed Amy's line of sight once more to her shoes, and distracted by the slight buzzing in her head, asked "Amy, did you get everything you needed when you and Sheldon were at the mall?"
Drat, good going Cooper. He was trying desperately not to act any differently around their friends. The last thing he needed was to be teased when he was trying to make a serious decision about whether to renew his attempts at physical intimacy. His body wanted to of course, and so did his heart, but his mind was concerned he was still taking advantage of Amy in her vulnerable state. What could he do to cover his blunder? When the idea came to him in a flash, he grinned.
"Fun fact," he began, before Amy could answer Bernadette's inquiry, "The first recognized "mall" was the Agora, or marketplace in Ancient Greece. At first, it was a meeting place for freeborn citizens to gather for military duty or to hear statements from the King or ruling council, but it evolved into the modern marketplace— where commonly goods and wares are sold… Hence, the mall!" he smiled widely, feeling particularly brilliant. His head felt a little foggy from the alcohol he had consumed, so he was heartily glad he was still able to retain and share such fun facts as these. Amy smiled brightly at him, before looking back over at Bernadette, who was rolling her eyes. He was so distracted by his sudden desire for Amy, who looked so lovely in her floral dress, that he didn't notice Bernadette's reaction.
"I did! I got new outfits!" She laughed cheerfully. "Maybe I'll model them!" She burst into a fit of giggles. "Sheldon's brain helped me a lot. I almost forgot to buy shoes." Sheldon glanced at Amy and determined she might be feeling the effects of the alcohol, too.
"Shoes!? I would never forget to buy new shoes!" Penny called out, stumbling her way over to them, carrying her glass. The celebration for her and Leonard's engagement was in full swing, and she was over the moon, and, like the others, more than a bit tipsy.
Bernadette giggled, her voice high and sweet. "Shoes! That's a funny word, isn't it?" The girls were laughing over the word "shoes," while Sheldon looked on at them smiling broadly. He had consumed three glasses of champagne with sugar, and he was feeling pretty good. He looked around at all his friends in his apartment, and he felt really exuberant. The revelry was fun. He looked back at Amy, and instinctively reached over and grabbed her hand. All he wanted to do lately was to touch her. She glanced at him with a big smile and turned back to Penny and Bernadette.
At that moment, Leonard joined them, wrapping his arms around Penny, pulling her against him, and kissing her cheek excitedly. "We're gonna get married. You and me. Our babies are gonna be smart and beautiful like I always said."
"Aw, that's so romantic!" Raj cried out, raising his drink. "Let's toast to Leonard and Penny!"
"Here! Another bottle!" Howard said, grabbing another bottle of the frothy liquid. He poured the contents of the bottle all around, making his way, stumbling a bit, from a friend to friend, topping them all off. Raj called them all over to the island for what was probably the fifth "official" toast of the evening. Once gathered together, Raj raised his glass, his hand wobbling in his inebriation.
"To Penny and Leonard! You two are kind and loving and so perfect for each other! You each compliment each other in the most beautiful way. You inspire me to keep looking for real love! I could never find better friends… And I… I love you!" Raj's voice broke off as he began to sniffle.
"He's gonna a need a minute," Howard said. Lifting his own flute, he continued, "I still can't believe Penny chose little Leonard over here, but I couldn't be happier for you. Cheers!"
"Wait, wait! I have to make my toast now. Do you know why they call it a toast?" Sheldon began. Howard issued a groan.
"Yes, Sheldon! Ancient Romans put toast in the punch. You've said that three times tonight! Move along already!"
"Okay, Okay! Wow, what a bunch of grumps. Well, Leonard, you are my best friend, and Penny, you are my friend, too. You both have an important part in the ultimate plan of the Universe. I am just excited to plan and see our future!" Sheldon raised his champagne and downed it one gulp. The whole gang raised their glasses and followed suit.
"Dancing! It's time for dancing!" Raj yelled, and turned on some music before beginning an elaborate club dance, and pulling Penny and Leonard into the mix. Bernadette and Howard coupled off, dancing too.
"What do you say, Sheldon? How about a dance?" Amy said.
"I don't care for dancing, but when in Rome!" He held out his hand and turned Amy in an elaborate spin before beginning a cha-cha-cha with her.
Throughout the rest of the night the drinking, dancing, and laughing continued. Gifts were presented, and everyone 'oo-ed' and 'aww-ed'' over the assortment of presents: Especially notable was a collage of pictures Amy and Sheldon had put together earlier in the day. As the evening wore on, Bernadette and Howard had snuck away to the roof, Raj had passed out in the oversized chair, embracing Leonard's Chewbacca toy, and Penny and Leonard were canoodling. Penny sat on the island, with Leonard between her knees, lost in each other's kisses.
Look how in love they are! Amy sighed, feeling very happy for her friends. Sheldon sat beside her, quietly, looking blankly at the table, apparently lost in thought. She smiled softly at him, feeling closer to him than she ever had. He had been incredibly sweet and outrageously sexy in the last 24 hours. He had worried for her, cared for her, slept next to her, and then brought her physical pleasure that she knew surpassed every moment with Gerard: And they hadn't even been able to make love. Then, he had carefully, and rather sexily showered her. If someone had told her that she and Sheldon would have nearly engaged in coitus just a day ago, she might have laughed right in their foolish face. Grinning to herself, she looked over at Penny, who had inched her hands inside of Leonard's suit jacket and fastened her lips to his neck. Amy heard Leonard whisper, "Let's go back to our place." Penny nodded, and they shared a look of what Amy could only express as passionate before he took her hand and they made their way out of the apartment. She and Sheldon were alone. Well, kind of alone, as Raj was still soundly sleeping in the chair next to them. She herself was feeling very mellow and wanted nothing more than to lure Sheldon back into his bedroom. Leaning against him, she yawned.
"You poor kid," he said quietly, knocking into her gently with his shoulder. "Are you tired?" She nodded at him, and he returned her nod. "It is well past my bedtime. Are you feeling any pain?"
"No, I'm feeling pretty good right now. it might be the effects of the alcohol, though."
"Well, it does have a numbing agent." He stood, and reached for her uninjured hand, to help her stand. They both nearly tipped over, before he pulled her into his arms. They lost themselves in laughter until his eyes met hers, and suddenly they both became quiet. These long, lingering looks were becoming a staple in their relationship, and each time his eyes met hers, there was something deeper there that thrilled him and scared him. It was cliched at best, but he could almost see his future there, in her green orbs. His thoughts fuzzy, he gulped and pulled himself away. Still holding her hand, he made his way over to the kitchen and poured them each some water. She took the glass and drank the whole thing down, knowing full well that dehydration from their evening of drinking might cost them both in suffering tomorrow. Sheldon followed suit. "Would you care to use the restroom first for your nightly ablutions?"
"Sure. I won't be long." She was too afraid to ask him if she could stay with him during the night, so she just headed toward the bathroom, looking over her shoulder. She felt unsteady on her feet and her need for him was nearing desperation. But only one coherent thought guided her actions. I can't take advantage of him when I know how much he has had to drink.
"Ok, I'll wait here." He advised. He leaned against the island, and pulled his phone from his pocket, intent on playing a game to occupy his time. He was feeling so relaxed from the lingering effects of the alcohol, that he almost felt as if all the tension in his body had melted away. He was so relieved because, along with the tension, the constant whir of thoughts and worries, seemed to ebb away in the haze. He wasn't feeling that alcohol-induced euphoria anymore, but his anxieties weren't in control anymore. It was a comforting relief to just…be.
"Sheldon?" Amy called. He rounded the hallway quickly, as he cast a glance at Raj, hoping that her soft call had not awakened him. Still very much asleep, good.
"What can I help you with?" He looked her over and licked his lips. Good enough to taste.
"I need assistance. I can't reach the zipper on my dress." He locked his eyes with hers, and the look he found there- something big and needy- did something to his insides, as heat curled in his abdomen.
"Certainly," he advised, moving to join her in the bathroom. She turned from him, and his hands grasped her cardigan and pulled it gently from her arms. Setting it aside, he returned his attention to her dress, his hand grazing up the zipper to find the end, hidden beneath the fall of her hair. Taking his other hand, he gently moved her hair to the side, his fingers brushing across the back of her neck. She noticeably shivered. Control yourself, Fowler. He's just helping you get undressed.
Having successfully moved her hair, his hands then took hold of the back of her dress, and ever-so-slowly slid the zipper all the way down, exposing her back to him. He let his finger trail the exposed skin back up to her shoulder, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. He watched as both hands moved to her shoulders, and almost as if they were moving of their own accord, he slid the sleeves of her dress down and off her arms. He did not, no- could not break her gaze in the mirror. The dress fell to her hips, bunching there, unnoticed. He leaned against her from behind, his body needing to feel her against him. He raised his hand to her chest, his fingers grazing across the swell her breast, encased in the lacy material of her bra. He watched as another shiver ran through her. He repeated the action, using his other hand, on the other breast. A breathy moan escaped her lips, and her eyes fluttered closed as her neck arched back. Still, he watched in the mirror, hypnotized, as his hands moved over her. Need pooling in his stomach, he allowed his fingers to slip open the clasp at the front of her bra, her breasts spilling from the entrapment.
"Sheldon," she whispered, as his hands gathered her breasts into his hands. His name on her lips was almost like permission granted for him to lower his mouth to her neck, to feel the taste of her again. His eyes finally closed as he breathed in her enticing scent. He could almost feel the blood coursing through his veins, to take up residence in his groin. He shook his head back and forth slowly, his 5 o'clock shadow roughly scraping across her skin. Her groans were louder now, and with his mouth and teeth and tongue upon her neck, he could feel the vibrations of her vocal cords. Each moan, like a current of electricity, ran straight to his manhood; a tug of arousal that pulled and demanded.
Catapulted by that arousal, he found one of his hands slipping beneath the fabric of the dress bunched at her hips. He moved his lips to the rim of her outer ear and opened his eyes once more to gaze upon their reflection in the mirror. The image reflected back was almost like watching two different people putting on a play, of sorts. Her body was bowed back and leaning into his and her head was cast to his shoulder, her chin raised toward the ceiling. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, in desire. Her black lace bra was trapped between their bodies and clung at her elbows. Her one hand was wrapped around his head, her fingers in his hair, and her other hung listlessly at her side. His eyes were dark and dilated with arousal as he watched himself tease her earlobe with his tongue. More, he watched his thumb ghost over her hard nipple, as his other hand made its way under the band of her black panties.
When the fingers of this hand slid across her wet folds, another cry issued from her throat. Slipping a finger, then two, into her wet folds, he quickly located her clitoris and began to circle his thumb over and around as he stroked his fingers back and forth within her. The image was naughty but aroused him further, and he couldn't seem to look away as he pleasured her. He watched her hips move to match his strokes and felt himself groan against her ear. His body seemed to answer her call and his own hips thrust against her bottom. She's so wet and hot and tight. He groaned aloud at these thoughts, his body jerking once more against her. He was uncomfortably hard now, with his pants constricting against him. How will she feel around me? Just the thought had him clenching his teeth to prevent himself from coming in his briefs. Her breathing was loud and labored as he continued pushing her toward orgasm.
He watched her in the mirror, mesmerized, as a pink flush and a light sheen of sweat covered her naked breasts. She seemed to be gasping for air, and her breasts rose and fell as she pressed herself against his fingers. "Hmmm" he hummed in appreciation. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers and knew it wouldn't be long now. Using his free hand, he took her nipple and twisted and pulled upon it. At that moment, those walls clenched tight and she cried his name, loudly, as her body convulsed beneath him. He didn't stop his ministrations just yet, and her hand almost painfully gripped his hair, and her other hand had grabbed his leg. He could feel the pinch of her fingernails through the fabric of his khakis and knew there would be a mark left there. When the pressure released, he slowed his motions, allowing her to catch her breath. She was weak, and he was supporting her now, by holding her against him, his arm wrapped around her waist.
When she had come back to herself, she pulled her head up, and her eyes found his gaze in the mirror. That was incredible, I've never felt that way before. He really does excel at everything. Her lips puckered as she continued to feel the quiver in her body.
"You are radiant," he whispered in awe, watching her, aflush with pleasure. She cast her eyes down for a moment, but then was drawn back to his gaze. He turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply. "Simply resplendent." He let his tongue slip across her lips, before kissing her again. As that same tongue slipped between her lips to slip over her tongue, setting the fire in his loans to an explosive flame, his mind was working overtime. Mine. No other man will ever see her this way. She's mine. My everything: my love, my future, my mate, my wife. Mine. Wife? Well, not yet, but it's time to claim her. Once i have her, there will be no going back. Pulling away from her, he took her hand and pulled her quickly from the bathroom. In the rush of movement, she grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it up to cover her breasts as he led her down the hall and into his room. Closing the door behind them, he leaned her against it, kissing her roughly, his hands holding tightly to her hips.
"Mine." He said possessively, his mouth claiming hers again. "Only mine?" he questioned her as his hands pushed her dress over her hips and it fell to the floor. He dropped to his knees to take off her shoes, and pull her panties from her body. He stood roughly gripping her hips again and moving her toward the bed. His mind still felt overwhelmingly free from anxiety, which he knew may well be the effect of the alcohol. Or maybe the effect of Amy on his system, as she was like a drug. Regardless, his need for completion was driving him to take her. Only by taking her would she really be his. He pushed her onto the bed, crawling on top of her, and taking her breast into his mouth. She groaned and he grinned. Perhaps he could take her there again? "Amy, are you mine?" he questioned her again before allowing his tongue to trail to her other nipple, teasing its peak before scraping it with his teeth. He needed to know that she wouldn't change her mind or leave him once he gave in to his need.
"Yes, Sheldon, yours." She moaned as his hand found its way to her center once again. She had to stop this, he was going too far, and he was drunk on champagne, and she didn't want him to regret this and hate her in the morning. "But, but wait, Sheldon, wait, stop." She pushed at his shoulders. His eyes came to meet hers, but his hand continued to play her like a pianist plays a sonata. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the stirrings of another orgasm on the edges of her mind. She pried her eyes open reluctantly and took his face between her hands. "Sheldon, you're drunk. I, I don't want you to hate me in the morning."
"I'm not drunk. And I could never hate you, Amy. I love you. I love everything about you." His rhythm increasing, he added his thumb to her clitoris once again, driving her even closer to the edge. She groaned again, feeling her limbs tingle. He felt himself grow even harder as he watched her. "I love your beautiful, sexy, challenging mind, your loving, patient heart, and the way your eyes glaze over just as I am about to bring you to climax." Three quick inhalations and he knew she would come for him again, soon. "Come, Amy. Come for me. Please." She met his eyes and then her body began to tremble around his fingers again. Her eyes shuttered closed, lost in her pleasure. He kissed her to catch her cry, and her arms went up and around him, dragging him against her as she came undone. His own arousal had risen to a peak of crushing need.
"I want this, Amy. I've wanted you for so long, I can barely think straight. You distract me, Amy Farrah Fowler. And now I mean to have you if you'll let me."
"You're sure?" she asked weakly, hands moving up and over his biceps and traveling down to his lower back and up again.
He nodded. "More and more sure," he stated determinedly, kissing her again. When her hands reached for the bottom of his t-shirts, he realized he was still fully dressed. She pulled tentatively and he moved away from her only long enough to strip fully and set his clothes aside. Sliding up her body, he positioned himself at her entrance and had a funny feeling of deja vu. Looking at her, she nodded, and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him against her. With his eyes on hers, he entered her, sinking into her slowly. Her heat was a ring of fire, tight and gripping. He grunted, unable to maintain a sense of dignity. "Amy, you feel like… I can't even.…So, good." He punctuated each word with a deep, needed breath. His brain had short-circuited and there were no words for what he was feeling. "Am I … hurting you?" he looked at her with concern.
She shook her head, it didn't hurt. It felt different. She felt… complete. His eyes hadn't left her and had only closed for a brief moment when he had settled his full weight inside of her. "I feel… full…of you." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears at the beauty she felt.
"Amy, I have to, can I, move?" She nodded. He pulled his hips tentatively from her and thrust back in quickly. The zing of friction between them had them both gasping. There was a pushing need to plunder her treasure as a man possessed. His thrusts were clumsy at first, but they soon found a rhythm and he found himself gaining speed until he was plunging into her, again and again. The only sounds in the room were the movement of the bed as he pressed himself into her, the sound of their bodies joining, and the sounds of their pleasure rising all around them. He knew it wouldn't be long as he felt the tightening in his abdomen. He placed his lips at her neck as he began to lose his mental acuity. Her taste drove him to rock into her harder.
Her groan filled the room. Lifting her hips to meet his, he struck something inside of her that made her feel like she had vaulted over the moon. "Don't stop. There, there." she cried to him, her hands gripping his shoulder blades. "Baby, please!"
Her use of this sexy nickname had him grab her hips and pull her even more roughly toward him, stroking faster, as he lost whatever control he may have had. He moaned her name, and his primal need for completion caused his body to bow as he thrust into her wet heat. Truly mating now, she clenched around him as another wave of pleasure hit her and he felt her trembling around him. A guttural moan passed his lips and with a final stroke, he buried himself inside her and held her against him as he lost himself trembling uncontrollably.
A poignant moment of quiet surrounded them as they realized all that had happened. "Wow," Amy mumbled as his exhausted weight crushed her into the mattress.
"Hmmm. yeah, wow. Can't move." he grumbled kissing her neck, where his mark was upon her. "Don't want to move." He continued, feeling himself softening within her. "Have to move." He rolled reluctantly, pulling her with him. "Is the room spinning?" he asked, as now, on his back, he felt the alcohol and the high from his orgasm, beating through his veins.
"Sure is," she said quietly, snuggling into him, her body sprawled across him, and her head cushioned upon his chest. "Gonna sleep now," she managed to say, completely spent as she felt the weight of her eyelids closing and her body pulling her toward sleep. "Love you."
"Love you." he said, his words slurring as they both drifted into sleep.
