These next three chapters were prompts that I did one weekend out of sheer boredom. This first one was courtesy of the lovely lomilleforever. Be warned, this was my first attempt at writing a makeout and, innocent Catholic eighteen year old that I was, I struggled with making it feel hot and effortless. But I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Also fun fact, there's a line that I lifted from the original Big Bang pilot, see if you can spot it!

Original publish date: January 24th, 2015

When Amy had suggested attending a lecture given by her former UCLA department head for Date Night, Sheldon had gotten right on board, no questions asked. It had been a while since they'd gone out together for scientific purposes, as opposed to doing traditional relationship things like dinners and movies and walks in the park (in other words, boring things), so Sheldon was eager for a night just like the old days as just friends, rife with intellectual stimulation.

But apparently it was stimulating for all the wrong reasons. The topic of discussion: Sex and Its Neurochemical Influences on the Human Brain.

So here he was, Dr. Sheldon Cooper, renowned theoretical physicist and accomplished master in all the Vulcan practices of libido control, now shifting in his seat and surreptitiously pulling at his collar to ease his raging blush, all while his girlfriend sat enthralled in the talk beside him and blissfully unaware of his discomfort.

You do not bow to your body, your body bows to you, Sheldon chanted desperately in his head. You do not bow to your body, your body bows to you.

"And you men ever wonder why you, to quote the immortal words of Sir Mix-a-Lot, 'like big butts and you cannot lie'?" the speaker continued. "Well there's actually a scientific answer to that question. Ample hindquarters suggests successful childbearing, and your arousal is a classic evolutionary response."

Ohhhhhh boy.

X

"Thank you again for the tea, Sheldon," Amy said as he led her out the door and into the hall.

For the first time since the lecture had ended, Sheldon was ripped from his thoughts and into the present moment. When had they gotten to his apartment? And he made her tea, too? Where had his mind been this whole time?

"Um, uh, you're welcome," he stammered, and as he turned to find his girlfriend smiling up at him he was reminded exactly what his mind had been preoccupied with.

There she was, in a simple cream dress with a brown blazer, light make-up and dark kitten heels and an expression clearly spelling out that she had no idea what she had put him through tonight, simply thought she was treating her boyfriend to a nice, informative evening. And he couldn't blame her, much as he would like to, because in the past this wouldn't have been an issue at all, but lately with all the emotions and turmoil he's been going through about their relationship coupled with her looking like that, so demure and professional and just a tiny bit sexy…

"Sheldon?"

His attention snapped right back to Amy as she took a step forward and tilted her head towards him suggestively. Right. Oh, right.

Finally taking the hint, Sheldon closed the rest of the gap between them and placed his lips on hers in their ritualistic goodnight kiss. Every time it was the same: hands on her waist, close-mouthed lip lock, no less than fifteen seconds or more than twenty. He could depend on it like a German train schedule, and he took great comfort in that.

But tonight, something changed in him. His hands moved of their own volition, carefully mapping those delicious curves as one meandered up to the slope of her neck, the other diving into her hair. Amy gasped into his mouth, giving Sheldon the chance to close his mouth around her bottom lip and suck for all he was worth.

He didn't know what was coming over him, or why. All he knew was that he had no intentions to stop kissing Amy Farrah Fowler.

After a few seconds Amy gave into the kiss and wrapped her arms around to his back, pulling him closer as she began kissing him back. A few steps forward and her back was pressed against the door, Sheldon pressing insistently into her as he kissed her over, and over, and over again.

"You… little… vixen," Sheldon panted between nips.

Amy pulled back just long enough to bestow a smirk so wicked he felt weak at the knees, then quick as lightning took him by the shoulders and flipped them over. His back hit the door with a resounding thud, and his sweet little lady hooked a leg around his thigh for leverage and took them both to new heights.

She took his face in her hands as she kissed him deeply, lapping at him like a parched puppy. Sheldon opened his mouth beneath hers with a moan, allowing her tongue to glide effortlessly through his parted lips and flick in just the right way to make him lurch forward in his spot. He kissed her back with an intensity he never knew he had, his hands remaining far from idle as they slowly, slowly smoothed down her back, destined for those wonderfully ample hindquarters Dr. Woodley had refused to shut up about...

"Oh my GOD!"

Both broke apart and whipped their heads around to meet Penny's slack-jawed gaze from her open apartment door, an empty bottle of wine hanging loosely from her hand.

Panic rising at an exponential rate, Sheldon did what he does best when faced with a predicament. He ran.

"Well, goodnight Amy." Blindly reaching for the knob, Sheldon opened it and ducked inside to make his great escape.

"Sheldon wait-" But the door had shut with a crack and a… squish.

And that was how Sheldon and Amy concluded their date in the emergency room with a broken nose and a blonde neighbor drunkenly teasing them for the rest of the night.