Greetings folks. Here's the second chapter. Thank you very much for your kind reviews and enjoy the second piece.
Chapter Two
Giddy excitement and terrifying nervousness were battling to win over. She'd been waiting for this for the better part of five years and yet, because she'd never done it before, she was incredibly scared.
What if she did something wrong? What if he wouldn't like what he'd see? Oh god, what of he wouldn't be able to get excited because of her?
Fear made it almost impossible for her to breathe. Her hands became sweaty and for a moment she felt like throwing up.
Quickly coding herself with water, she forced herself to calm down. After their heavy make out session in his hallway a few days prior, she'd felt how aroused he'd become. Sheldon wanted her that way. Even though they hadn't repeated it, not even close, she had not once needed to remind him to kiss her. Every time they'd met, he'd kissed her hello and goodbye out of his free will. Not tonight though, but she understood why. They were both too nervous.
On the other hand, her boyfriend had almost seemed calm which made her wonder. Why didn't he freak out at the prospect of what was going t happen and she, the one who'd always pushed for this, was suddenly one giant ball of nerves?
Taking one last calming breath, Amy forced herself to leave the bathroom and finally join Sheldon in her bedroom. As soon as she opened the door, she felt his blue gaze. He seemed calm but interested. Amy felt almost numb from fear. She leaned back against the door and tried to smile.
"Hi."
Sheldon's blue eyes met hers. "Hello," he said quietly, smiling back at her.
Amy shrugged helplessly. She didn't have a clue what to do, where to go from here. All she knew was that she was supposed to get into bed with him. "So…um…shall I get under the covers with you?", she half asked, half suggested.
Studying said covers for a moment, Sheldon seemed to think. Then, as quickly, he nodded, softly lifting one shoulder. "Alright."
Inhaling nervously, Amy took off her glasses and quickly walked over to move under the covers. For a moment, they simply sat next to each other, positions alike. But unlike Sheldon, who was watching her with a half smile, Amy stared straight ahead. She felt like her heart was going to explode any second. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Sheldon looking away now, too.
Unable to come up with anything else, she let out: "Hi."
"Hello," Sheldon said at the same time. A look of confusion crossed his handsome face. "Why are you shaking? Are you cold?"
Quickly shooting him a look, Amy tried to explain. "I'm just…um." She swallowed nervously. "I'm really nervous," she confessed breathlessly.
That seemed to confuse him even more. "Why?"
Why? Maybe the question should rather be why he wasn't nervous at all but completely relaxed instead! Fidgeting a little, Amy answered. "Well…I've been waiting for this for so long. I'm just…I built it up in my head."
She swallowed while her heart pounded so hard, she was sure it was going to leave bruises on the inside of her rib cage. "I don't know what to expect."
Sheldon sent her a half smile and she wanted to melt. "Neither do I," he admitted softly, sitting up a little. "But we can find out together."
Amy, overcome with love for him, smiled shyly and nodded. "Okay."
Apparently, they both instinctively knew what to do because they leaned in, Amy touched his left, smooth cheek with her right hand and their lips finally met. It was sweet and soft and yet, Amy felt her toes curl. His hot breath and his smell surrounded her completely.
Sheldon moved his right hand to her shoulder, gently holding onto her as he deepened the kiss. His tongue probed against the seam of her lips. Letting out a soft moan, Amy opened up, letting him in to explore.
Sheldon sighed and it sounded content. They kissed thoroughly and then after an amazing while, he moved his hands and sat her onto his lap with a surprising amount of strength.
Automatically, Amy wrapped her arms around his neck while Sheldon kissed her even deeper. His hands moved up and down her back and Amy could feel his excitement pressing against her.
God, how could he be so good at this? How did he know exactly what to do?
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but stop thinking so much, Amy," he suddenly mumbled around their tongues.
Pulling slightly away, she watched him speechlessly. "How are you so calm about this? Why am I so incredibly nervous and you aren't?", she finally voiced quietly as Sheldon's hands fell back onto her waist.
His blue eyes were very hooded when he opened them and focused on her. "Amy, when I told you I was working on my intimacy issues, I meant every word of it. While I might not know what to expect here, I prepared myself a long time. For your touch, for doing the touching, smelling, tasting…feeling. Even though I'd certainly never do this with anyone else, I've been coming to want this with you, Amy Farrah Fowler, and since I trust you, I think I'll be okay without knowing every step and anticipating every move."
In a way it was the most romantic thing he'd ever said to her and apparently it was all she needed to finally relax. With a soft cry she took his mouth again and this time there wasn't any over thinking.
Damn, was she looking forward to her next birthday! She was still on cloud…nine thousand because it'd been incredible.
Catching her breath, she turned around to face Sheldon. They were still holding hands. "How did you know how to do this?", Amy asked, still entirely amazed.
Sheldon, who was still smiling, rolled his eyes. "How do you think? I'm a genius, I googled it."
Amy couldn't help but giggle, imagining him doing research on sex. Leaning in, she decided to steal another kiss. Sheldon reciprocated, but only shortly.
"Amy," he started, pulling away, "I'd really like to take a shower now."
She tried not to be disappointed. Of course he was still Sheldon. She nodded. "Sure. You may go."
He grinned, both relieved and thankful, and stood up. Embarrassed by his nudity, Sheldon hastily grabbed his whities and vanished into her bathroom.
Alone, Amy closed her eyes and tried to regroup. While she was still over the moon due to the fact that they'd finally been intimate, her brain hat caught up to what Sheldon had said earlier. Apparently, this was only going to be a once a year occasion. How was she supposed to stay away from this for a whole year?
On the other hand, she knew she couldn't push him. She'd promised herself she'd never do that again.
Maybe she could seduce him. She snorted at that. Yeah, right.. Like she'd ever be able to pull that off.
Sighing, she got out of bed and pulled on a robe. Sheldon would probably be hungry and if she was honest, she could eat as well. Looking for her phone, Amy walked out to call for today's dinner. It was Thursday after all.
She'd just gotten off the phone when Sheldon emerged from her bedroom, clad in his earlier clothes. "When we do this next time, I'll bring a change of clothes," he said, wrinkling his nose.
Amy said nothing, not brave enough to ask him if his choice of words had only been a slip of tongue.
"I assumed you'd be hungry as well. I ordered dinner," she told him.
Sheldon smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Amy." For a minute, they just stared at each other, unsure what to do, when Sheldon opened his mouth again. "Since it's your birthday, do you want to drink wine with dinner?"
Amy looked up at him in surprise. He'd voluntarily share a bottle of wine? "I'd like that but I can't. I've got to drive you home later, remember?"
Confusion spread across his handsome face. "Why would you do that?"
Now it was on Amy to be baffled. "Uh…because I highly doubt you want to take the bus since you aren't wearing your bus pants and the guys are at the movies."
Something in Sheldon's blue eyes cleared and suddenly he obviously understood the problem. "Amy," he said slowly, "while doing my research I learned that it's a social convention to spend the night if the sexual encounter has taken place in the evening."
Wide-eyed, Amy stared at him. "You wanna spend the night?" They hadn't had another sleepover ever since the first one in the fort at 4A. Afterwards, Sheldon had asked to put one of his emergency bags into her closet because it was only fair when she had a few at his, but there hadn't been any use for them until now.
Sheldon shrugged. "Yes. It's a non-optional social convention, so it's more of a must than a want" he said, like there was no way out of this, but his tone made Amy realize what he wasn't saying: he really wanted to spend the night, but wasn't comfortable saying so and facing the implications.
Making it easier for him, Amy nodded. "You're right, Sheldon. It's non-optional. You are stuck here for tonight."
He nodded, but since Amy was looking for it, she saw the carefully hidden relief.
Oh dear, her sweet baboo!
When Amy woke up she knew it was early. It was still dark outside and Sheldon slept peacefully beside her. Amy used the time to examine him closely. His handsome face was relaxed, his whole demeanor calm. To her surprise, he didn't sleep in his characteristic vampire-like pose, but instead rested on his side, facing her. It made it easier to study him.
His long hands were clasped under his cheek and somehow his temples looked so soft that Amy wanted to caress them. She forced herself not to though, because if she played her cards right and Sheldon liked spending the night, this might turn into a recurring event.
She still couldn't believe how amazing it had been. She'd felt so loved and cherished. Who knew Sheldon could be like this? Amy wondered how it had been for him. Had he enjoyed it like she had or had it been difficult for him? Had he been able to fully relax?
"Amy?" Sheldon's soft, sleepy voice pulled her out of her musings. "Why are you awake? It's so early." He rubbed his blue eyes tiredly and Amy almost melted.
"It's alright, go back to sleep," she hushed him gently, but he slowly shook his head.
"No, I'm awake now." The tone of his voice had changed. "What time is it?"
"Half past four," she supplied, watching him nervously. What would he do now? Force her to take him home?
"I don't want to get up yet," she told him honestly because she wasn't hungry yet and not in the mood to watch TV.
Sheldon looked a little uncertain and swallowed. "Maybe we could…cuddle. It's come to my attention that that's what couples usually do after coitus."
Amy couldn't believe it. Sheldon wanted to cuddle?
She bit down on her lip in order to stop herself from squealing and jumping him. That would probably give him a heart attack. "I'd like that," she said as tamed as she could muster.
"Very well," he answered, lay back on his back and opened his arms carefully, hesitantly inviting her into his embrace.
Slowly, in order not to spook him, she moved towards him and snuggled into him. Unable to hold it in, Amy let out a content sigh, pressing her nose against the soft skin of his neck.
"This is nice," she murmured, noticing how she became sleepy again.
"It is," Sheldon agreed softly, his lips moving slightly against her temple as he spoke.
Smiling, Amy fell asleep again.
