Chapter 22

Thanks again to ShAmy4evr for Beta reading this chapter. It was a tough one for us. I hope you like it!

I have to apologize for the delay of this chapter. I have been overwhelmed with work, visitors and holidays. I hope I didn't leave you guys hanging for too long! FINALLY! Here you are: Sheldon on a motorcycle, Amy in Jeans and sweet Shamy love... ahhh!

"May I have a water?" Amy's mouth was dry, parched even, however water was not the only thing she realized that she was thirsty for as she looked at Sheldon's stunned face. She was anxious for the evening, though trying not to show it as she moved to the fridge in a hurried pace.

She had been at Penny's for a half an hour getting ready and doing her final yoga stretching poses so she could ride Sheldon's motorcycle. And though Penny had assured Amy that she looked amazing, Amy's apprehension over her attire had almost caused her to change into the extra outfit she had brought with her for the next day. That is until Penny had taken her bag and locked it in "Sin" closet to prevent Amy changing her mind and her clothing, pointing out that it would have been a "sin" not to wear those jeans, as well as adding that Sheldon would be drooling over her. Now as Amy watched Sheldon run his tongue gently over his thin lips while his eyes were focused on her hips. Amy thought: I guess Penny was right about these jeans after all…

Amy's request for the beverage brought Sheldon somewhat to his senses as he remembered his responsibilities as a host. Trying to shake off his gawking, and he closed the door and rushed over to the kitchen, "Oh sure… sure. Right in the fridge."

Amy nodded her thanks, opened the door and bent over to find the water. As Sheldon's eyes explored her shapely posterior, his own mouth became dry, and his lips formed an "Oh" as he let out a breath sounding like an owl calling out to the night, but he couldn't help it.

"So, what's the plan tonight? Italian food again? Or just the ride?" As he watched her she continued to be bent over looking through the fridge for water, he got a twinkle in his eye as the plan for their date was decided then and there.

"Oh I know exactly what we are going to be doing…" Sheldon looked down at his own dapper outfit and swallowed, "Oh… I'll be right back."

Amy grabbed a water, and waited for Sheldon, sitting in what had now become, thanks to Sheldon's instance, her usual spot, namely next to him. As she waited for him to return she tried to adjust to her new jeans. The felt terribly tight, almost like wearing tights with no skirt. She was still worried about how she would manage to lift her leg over the side of the bike without ripping them, so decided to do some the extra stretches that Penny had taught her to be more flexible. Standing up, she flexed body a little before she bent her leg to one side and leaned in, stretching the denim mirroring the action for the other side. Then she bent her body over to touch her toes in a downward dog position.

It was at that moment that Sheldon emerged from the back and she heard him exclaim, "Oh sweet Jesus."

Amy quickly stood up with a flushed face and turned around to find Sheldon standing in the hallway dressed now in his own pair of jeans that rode his hips like a boxer's belt. He was wearing a new black t-shirt with a melting Rubik's cube on his chest. However the shirt wasn't the clothing that caught Amy's eye, it was the new leather jacket that he was wearing. It had shiny zippers and snaps and a large collar, but the best part was that it actually fit him. Amy's eyes roamed over her leather clad date with the same hungry stare that Sheldon had worn just moments minutes before.

Oh sweet lord, she thought. Sheldon had under his arm his old leather jacket. He walked over to Amy and held it out for her to put on.

"Here, Amy. You have to wear leather if you ride a bike." Sheldon had been thrilled when Amy had told him she wanted to take a ride with him. From that moment he had tried to imagine what it would be like to feel her behind him, trusting him. But he never dreamed how she would look in jeans and his leather coat. She was stunning, not to say hot, but beyond that, it was as if she had become more a part of him. Still, safety had to come first, and thoughts of straddling him like a bike would have to wait for another time

"So we look like real bikers?" Amy let out a giggle, but Sheldon was serious.

"No, it's not for fashion, it's for safety. If we skid out, the leather will protect your skin." Amy turned around and Sheldon helped her put on the coat. It was heavy, like a lead-weighted cardigan.

"I see what you mean." Amy turned around to face Sheldon with a smile as she felt the sleeves. Holding it up to her face, it even smelt like him, "This is your old coat?"

"Yep. I got a new coat. This old one doesn't fit me very well, since I got it when I was 19. I was hoping that my old one would fit you, when we did take a ride together." Sheldon had to laugh at Amy's appearance. Even though the old coat fit him like giant wearing pixie's clothes, the jacket hung on Amy's petite body. However as long as she was safe, he would be pleased. He just needed one more thing and they were ready.

Sheldon went to his closet and retrieved a pair of gloves and the new helmet he had purchased at the same time as his leather jacket. It was steel grey and most importantly, it had the NHTSA highest rating.

"Ready?"

Amy nodded excitedly, "Oh yeah… definitely." Sheldon handed Amy the helmet, and they left the apartment, but not before Penny came out to see the couple off. She was holding Amy's overnight bag which had now been released from the sin closet.

Penny let out a squeal seeing Amy in her leather coat and snapped a quick picture on her phone, "God, you two look amazing! Here, Ames, your bag. Have fun!" Penny scampered off, but not before she texted Leonard the picture. Leonard wrote back right away, "God, Science Bikers! Look out!"

Sheldon just shook his head at his silly neighbor and putting the bag in the living room he locked up the apartment. Amy was gripping the helmet with sweating hands, but too excited to stop smiling as they went down to the bike parked in front the apartment. Amy was about to get straight on the bike, but Sheldon stopped her and started to buckle her up as if she was an astronaut being prepared for a spacewalk.

"Hold on Amy. Ya gotta let me get ya all fixed up first." He pulled up the zipper closed the flap, and handed her a pair of thick leather gloves. He then took off her glasses, and handing them to her he gently placed the helmet on her head. As he placed her glasses on again Amy watched his caring eyes. His attention to detail was unsurpassed. As she pulled on the padded gloves, she knew by his determination to make sure she was safe on this short ride, that with him, she would always be.

Sheldon was a seasoned rider, but it was his first time with a passenger. Additionally,, it was also her first time and he wanted to make sure that it was spectacular, so he had to admit that he was a little anxious. However, his main concern was her safety. As he carefully replaced her glasses, the unwavering look of trust that she gave him replaced any fears he may have had with a sense of pride and duty and he promised himself that he would always keep her safe so that he would be worthy of that trust.

The motorcycle was black except the gas tank, which was a brilliant cobalt blue that Amy thought matched Sheldon's eyes. The chrome of the pipes and leather saddle bags were matched by Sheldon's leather coat and silvery snaps. The word, "VULCAN" was blazoned across the tear-drop shaped tank.

Sheldon straddled the bike and put on his gloves. Amy had expected him to lean over to one side and kick down the starter pedal with a mighty thrust of his foot. Instead he just held on to one of the handles, pushed a button, and the engine thundered into life.

Amy raised her voice over the engine sound, "I thought you had to kick it or something."

"Kick starts are for old bikes. Had one of those when I was a kid. My 12th birthday present was a dirt bike. This one here is new… Well… 15 years old. Ready to get on? Make sure you hold on to me, 'kay Amy?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I am not going to let you go."

"I hope not Amy." Sheldon scooted toward the gas tank to give Amy some room. She threw her leg over the bike, found the back pedals for her feet and grasped Sheldon around the waist gripping his leather coat with one hand and his shoulder with the other.

Amy leaned up to speak to Sheldon from behind, "Am I holding on too tight?"

Sheldon looked over his shoulder, and Amy saw his eyes crease up in a smile as he answered. "Never."

She could feel the engine rumble under her and that vibration alone excited her. She felt Sheldon's arm flex, as he shifted the bike and put it in gear. Within a moment, they were off down Los Robles Avenue at the break neck speed of 25 miles per hour. But to Amy, it felt like they had broken Mach 5 and she immediately tightened her grip on Sheldon's waist with both hands, feeling that he was speeding through the mean streets of Pasadena like a street racer. She wanted to let out a squeal, but was too tense to do so. The warm summer air hit her neck and the gush of wind from their motion caused a smile to explode on her face. She didn't know if it was the exhilaration from the ride, or feeling Sheldon's body between her legs, but it didn't matter. She was having the time of her life.

Though Sheldon's mind was on the road and traffic conditions, his body could not ignore the feeling of Amy's tight grip on his waist, nor her legs on either side of him. He wondered that the other Sheldons had never mentioned this sensation. How could they not have mentioned the thrill that he was now experiencing? Surely, they all must have had a motorcycle, as he was certain that they had mentioned that their father had insisted they learn at a young age. At the moment however, all thoughts of the other Sheldons were overshadowed by Amy's absolute faith and belief in him. Something that had been missing all those years alone in his apartment.

As the motorcycle idled at a red light, and Sheldon took the chance to lean back and ask Amy over the rumbling engine, "Doing okay back there?"

Amy squeezed him and said in a shout, "Great!"

Within 15 minutes and after few twists and turns through north Pasadena they had arrived at their destination. Sheldon pulled up the bike at the back of a brick building with an exit door that looked rusted shut. The place appeared to be an old warehouse and Amy wondered if the plan for the evening included some sordid drug deal or shopping at an urban hipster housewares department. But at that point, she didn't care. She was still recovering from her disappointingly short ride.

"Sheldon he turned off the bike and put it into park, and as he helped Amy take off her helmet he asked "How ya doing? Did you enjoy it?"

Amy was bouncing about like Mexican jumping bean. "Oh that was amazing! How can you not ride this every day?"

"Well, I get a better ride to work." Sheldon smiled as he handed Amy her helmet before he took off his own and straightened his hair out with his fingers.

"I hope you can pick me up one day at my home!"

"I'm working on it. But I need to experiment with which streets have the least amount of traffic..." he looked serious for a moment. "You need to be safe."

Amy said with joy, "I'll volunteer for experimentation!" Then she smiled softly and added as she touched his arm, "Besides, I always feel safe with you."

"Good." Was all he could say, but what he wanted say was, how he wanted her with him all the time so that he could always keep her safe. That if she lived with him they could both travel from Los Robles on the bike. But though the idea of Amy with him every night warmed his heart, he had pushed her on things too soon before and didn't want to do it again. He took the helmet from her hand, and strapped both of them to the back of the bike.

Amy looked around to see what Sheldon had planned for the evening, but there was no signage in the back parking lot.

"Come on, we gotta go up front. I hope you like it!" Sheldon led Amy around the front of the building, and she finally saw their destination: The Corner Pocket Billiards.

"We are going to play pool? Does this go along with the biker persona?" Amy was half expecting by the end of the evening that she would be slugging beers back like a Hell's Angel or getting into brawls in the dark alley. She found the thought of being the bad girl oddly titillating.

"No bikers, Amy. This is an under 21 Pool Hall, so I doubt we will find too many bikers here given their propensity for alcohol consumption... I used to come here with Missy before her belly got too big to bend over." Sheldon licked his bottom lip and gazed down at Amy's waist and hips. "But you won't have a problem with that."

Amy put her hands on her hips and glared at Sheldon, "No… I don't think I will." She grinned to herself with the knowledge that her boyfriend had been so struck by her attire that he had planned an evening where she would be bent over for most of the time, just so that he could ogle her. She felt that she should be insulted, but she wasn't, it gave her have a rare feeling. Gone were the memories of the comments of the 'friends' of her youth, even her family. Never before had Amy ever felt desired for her appearance, and she basked it in as she strolled into the pool hall with a confident swagger.

As Sheldon watched his shapely woman sway toward the Pool Hall, he was starting to have doubts about this idea. Seeing her at the fridge had blinded him and all he could think of was how he could legitimately enjoy that view again. Unfortunately, he now realized that there would be some whipper snappers inside who might look at those curves inappropriately and he was not happy. He slowly followed Amy in, desperately thinking of some excuse to leave. However, thankfully for Sheldon's sake and his healed fist from his fight with Kurt, the popularity of then Under 21 Pool Hall was not as high as it had been 15 years ago. There was nary a person in the place and they had their pick of tables, and Sheldon was happy that he had his Amy to himself. They ordered greasy food that made a bowling alley menu seem like the Ritz, but Amy loved every bit of it, especially when Sheldon ordered root beer in bottles. She felt like a down town party girl or at least as cool as Rizzo from the movie, "Grease."

After they had eaten and cleaned their hands of the greasy dinner, Sheldon racked the balls up with a triangle to perfection. His need to make sure that each number was face forward, made the task far longer than necessary. Then he had to pick out the perfect pool cue for both of them, a process that took over 10 minutes as he rolled each of the pool cues on the table to insure they were not warped.

"Okay, Amy. Here's what you do… You gotta hit this white ball. It called the cue…" Amy listened patiently as Sheldon lectured her for another 10 minutes about all the rules of billiards. Finally, though she loved hearing him expound his knowledge, she felt that if they did not start soon, they would be there all night so she interrupted his history of famous billiard players of the 20th century saying:

"Let me try it, okay Sheldon?"

"Alrighty little lady, but the history of sport might help your game. You see, it's all about geometry… Euclidian geometry teaches us that…" Before Sheldon could finish his thought, Amy had positioned her cue stick perfectly, taken aim and with a loud crack, delivered the cue ball to the center of the rack, causing 5 balls to land in pockets and the cue ball gently drift back to the exact position from which she had shot. She stood up straight and grabbed the cue chalk. As she dusted the top of the cue stick, she smirked at Sheldon.

"You were saying?" She blew off the extra chalk dust with a gentle blow off her lips.

For the second time in the night, Sheldon's jaw dropped. "Amy! How the devil?"

Amy shrugged, "I had a lot of free time in the dorm at Harvard during winter break. Pool is a great game even if you don't have a partner…You should see my Ping Pong serve…" Amy cocked her head and looked at the table, "Hmm. Now stripes or solids… I think… solids. Game on Sheldon!"

Sheldon drew in a breath, so much for impressing Amy with his stellar knowledge of geometry, however the view offered by Amy continually bending over the table to sink shot after shot was more than enough to soften the blow to his ego. Soon, Amy had the eight ball lined up, and was ready to sink the shot. Sheldon came over to her, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Don't forget the english on that one, Amy." The side spin on the ball was called english, and Sheldon was hoping that he had at least one thing to teach Amy about the game.

Amy turned her head, and she took her shot without looking, as she smiled a coquettish grin at Sheldon, "Oh don't worry, I won't." The eight ball sunk into the corner pocket with a perfect back spin. All Sheldon could do was smile proudly, she knew about side spins after all.

Over the course of the evening Sheldon was able to get a few shots off, but Amy ran the table more than once. Her tight jeans and alluring backside was a distraction to say the least. Normally, Sheldon's competitive streak would have kicked in after he had lost the third game, but the dreamy smile and hooded eyes that he wore the whole evening hid his dismay.

"Amy, you are a marvel. I can't believe you sank that bank shot! I thought I had you! Next game I will have my revenge."

"We'll see…Let's make it interesting…" Amy chalked up her cue again and blew off the dust with a wink, "Winner picks dinner next date night!"

Sheldon was sure that he would be able to squeak out one win of the night and hastily agreed. "Done."

As Sheldon watched Amy run the table again, he wondered what culinary hell he would have to put up with next weekend. As long as it wasn't Greek, he'd be fine… he hoped.

Amy smiled as she watched Sheldon bend over the table to set up the rack again. His jeans weren't as tight as Amy's but there was no denying his tempting posterior was greatly enhanced by the tight denim. Her prowess at the game had prevented her enjoying the scenery and she decided that it was now her turn to enjoy the view.

After Amy had missed an easy shot, Sheldon wondered why Amy's game had suddenly tanked, "Amy, what's going on, girl? I got you on the run now."

"Sorry, I was distracted by the tempting sight of you in blue jeans. I am so pleased you picked this particular game tonight, so I can see you in all your glory, so to speak." Amy eyed Sheldon slowly from top to toe and an even slower gaze back again, making him feel like a striper or an ice cream cone given how she was licking and biting her lips. Blushing furiously, he took a big gulp as Amy continued, "I should scold myself for objectifying you in such a way, but I just can't help myself, can I Sheldon?"

Sheldon narrowed his eyes at his insightful girlfriend, and laughed as he said, "You clever minx. I can't get anything past you, can I?"

"Nope." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and finished off the game with a triple bank shot.

By the time the couple left for the night, it was past 10 PM. Pasadena's Colorado Blvd was swarming with people, though the rest of the city seemed in slumber. Amy hoped that Sheldon was not going to take a direct route home, and was thrilled when he took a different way making the ride was twice as long. She held onto body, and snuggled into his shoulder as the wind whipped past them.

"Faster!" She squealed as Sheldon went faster than 35 miles per hour.

Sheldon remembered the other Sheldon's words about their Amys: "It gets better though…First gear is slow, second is like you're driving over speed bumps, slow, but steady. Third is faster, a little fun, a good rhythm. Fourth is where you really get going … but let me tell you a secret, she likes it fast too. She really likes it. Once you find fifth gear, oh man, the look on her face…" Sheldon had never been able to make up his mind whether they had been talking about driving or foreplay, but he had remembered the lesson, in case either came up tonight.

Sheldon finally made their way back to Los Robles. Amy dismounted the bike regretting the end of the day, but as she watched Sheldon turn off the engine and dismount the bike she remembered that she was going to spend the night and the excitement over the prospect of spending an evening wrapped in Sheldon's strong arms warmed her as much a summer night air. She continued to watch silently as he turned to her, the little lick of his bottom lip gave it all away. When he removed his gloves, Amy sucked in a breath. The tug on each finger to loosen the grip, the pull of the leather off his fingers by his teeth, and the grin he grew on the side of his mouth was nearly enough to weaken her knees for good.

Sheldon moved toward her and without a word, opened the visor of her helmet, he removed her glasses and slid of the helmet. He gently replaced her glasses and slowly removed one glove from one of her hands and then the other, all the while his soulful eyes bore into her asking a silent question.

The electricity between them almost sparkled as they entered the apartment just as the elevator had arrived for Mrs. Avesian, and they all entered the lift together. However, though neither of them spoke, Sheldon's eyes never left Amy and each gaze gave Amy the feeling she was being undressed with his eyes alone. Mrs. Avesian gave Sheldon a sweet nod and got off on the 2nd floor, happy to escape the rising tension between the young couple.

As soon as the doors closed, one hungry glance from Amy was all it took, and Sheldon's lips were on hers before the lift had reached the 3rd floor. One hand was entangled in her hair as the other pulled her bottom closer to his body, making her fully aware of how he felt about her tight fitting jeans. Amy's mouth gapped open just as Sheldon's eager tongue plunged into her. She threw her hands around his neck, but Sheldon had moved his hands to meet hers, and before she could touch him, he had pinned her against the wall of the elevator, hands above her head in surrender to whatever he had planned...

Once the elevator hit the 4th, the chime broke the couple apart like an alarm signaling the start of a new phase of the relationship. The only obstacle now to their intimate night was the door of 4A, which was nearly kicked open by Sheldon as he nervously fiddled with the keys.

As they entered the apartment, Amy gave Sheldon a quick smile and grabbed her overnight bag and stood for a moment just looking at the floor. She wanted to be with Sheldon more than ever, but she had a million questions flooding her mind. What should she do? What will he think of her? Should she assume tonight was the night, or just let him take the lead.

Sheldon looked at Amy standing there and had questions of his own. Would tonight be the night? Is it what she wanted? Would he be ready if it was? What was she expecting? As his mind spun question after question, he gnawed on his bottom lip which still had hints of her taste. Amy said nothing, but with a glance that bespoke to her apprehension over the end of the evening, she excused herself to the bathroom and donned her new nightgown. Sheldon readied himself for bed as well and was just pulling back the covers when Amy quietly entered the room, carefully placing each step toward him.

Sheldon sat on the edge of the bed and let his eyes wander over her body illuminated by the light in the hall and the gossamer thin fabric of her cotton gown. Her glasses were removed, as was her hair pin allowing her locks to flow over her pale shoulders revealed under the thin straps of her billowy nightgown. As she approached him, she looked as beautiful as new bride, and just as nervous. Sheldon held out his hand for her, and Amy grasped it willingly, to hold it for strength. He pulled her close to him, moving his hand up her arm, to her shoulder and back down to her waist as his eyes smiled gently at her. Amy let out a soft sigh and ran her hands through his hair, pushing his head by slightly, exposing his neck to her and lightly placed her lips there. Sheldon closed his eyes for a moment, relishing her touch. With his eyes still closed he asked, "Do you want to sleep?"

Amy just shook her head. Sheldon couldn't see her answer, but he could feel the shake of her head, and her gentle touch as she pulled back and traced a hand down his face to his neck.

He opened his eyes and smiled almost nervously, "Umm…Do ya want to watch a show or play a game?" All of these options were the last thing he wanted to do, but he wanted to make sure that Amy wanted it too.

Amy looked at him and again shook her head negatively with a smile as she continued her exploration of Sheldon's tender skin trailing her hands down his face, to his neck, shoulders and his chest. She was so close to him, that he could feel her breath on his face. One of Sheldon's hands moved from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him, as the other moved to her neck.

"I don't want to watch a show either, Amy." He took a hefty swallow, he could barely talk as he asked with a husky voice, "What do you want?"

Amy looked down at Sheldon with the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. She said steadfast:

"You. Just you."

Sheldon placed his hands on the sides of her face and leaned in to kiss her, but before his lips could make contact, he said with soft tone, "Me too. That's all I'll ever want. Just you."

She seemed fragile, yet the strongest person he had ever met. Her determined look offered no doubts, but her shaking hands that tugged at his shirt hem told a different tale. Sheldon caught her and eyes placed his hands over hers helping her to remove his shirt. The look she gave his as she gazed at this chiseled chest was the same look she had given him in the elevator: Resolute, ravenous and revealing.

Sheldon grinned devilishly and pulled her by the waist to straddle him. Her breasts were parallel with his mouth but were covered by her thin nightgown. No matter, Sheldon thought, as his hands had begun the joyous task of working on the buttons to unwrap the gift she was giving him. It became a race to remove the garment, but Amy won. As Sheldon fumbled with the buttons, Amy merely pulled the gown over her head. Sheldon had only a second to enjoy the view before Amy pushed him on his back and ran her hands over his strong chest. Every curve of him was sculpted marble. She could feel his heart racing in his chest, knowing that her own heart matched the beat.

There seemed no way she could quench her burgeoning thirst for the man who, in such a short time, had become imbedded in her every thought. He seemed to know exactly where she now wanted him to touch her and how, it was as if he knew her inner most thoughts, even the most torrid. He held onto her waist then curved his hands to her round buttocks and gave her a firm squeeze. With no rush of time, he traversed her back as she arched to meet his caress.

Sheldon could not seem to get enough of Amy's satiny skin. She was soft and delicate, and it was as if he was touching newly spun silk and her every curve bespoke femininity. He moved around her waist to her torso, and then to her breasts, all the while she bowed, bent and curled to him. Her pert breast bounced slightly with every shift of his hand. Amy moaned and drew in a breath when Sheldon ran his fingers over her hardened nipples, which only seemed to make her breasts seek more of Sheldon's caresses.

As a child Sheldon had had no control over external events. The only thing he could control was his feelings and emotions. Leaving home had given him the freedom to extend that control, and his routines had brought order and initially a certain degree of contentment.

However since meeting Amy, all his hard fought for control seemed to have been seeping away. Seeing Amy bend to his touch, to be the one who brought her such pleasure was beyond his imagining. Sheldon could never have anticipated how much this would impact on his own reactions. That the sight of her and having this feeling of control would cause him to nearly lose his. His body was not his own, his hands moved on their own accord, his voice released sounds that he didn't recognize. All this loss of control should have terrified him, but it energized him instead. There was only one problem: Her lips were too far away.

Sheldon held onto her shoulder and with one motion, flipped on her back. Amy cupped her hand around his neck and pulled him in to kiss her. The kiss escalated when Sheldon's hands wandered down her chest, toward her lacy underwear. He ran his hands over her hips, down the sides toward her thighs then around the front to tease her over the fabric. It was only a short tease, because before too long, Sheldon had hooked his hand below the band and pulled them off, slowly moving down her thighs as his mouth traveled down her skin. He stopped at her breast, flicked his tongue on her nipples while he tickled her. His adroit fingers frolicked with her, like each pleat of her was his own favorite playground. Finally she was completely exposed to him, willing to surrender to his commanding strokes.

Then all actions ceased as he raised his head. He looked into her eyes almost seeking permission before he slowly pulled her underwear down her thighs, following the soft fabric with feather light kisses on her equally soft skin. Finally she was completely exposed to him. Seeing Amy's body lying next to him, it was as if his own fantasy had come to life. She was as beautiful as any work of Art, but tangible and waiting for him.

"You're so beautiful, Amy. You really are." Sheldon whispered awestruck.

Amy blushed under Sheldon's scrutiny as with one hand, Amy held onto Sheldon's shoulder and the other moved down his flexing deltoid muscles to his boxers. Gamely, she tried to maneuver them off him, before Sheldon finished the job, and impatiently kicked them to the floor. Amy could finally see all of Sheldon's sleek body, rippling with muscle, and glow with a glisten of sweat. Serene and masculine with a leer that could melt iron. Amy was never one to shy away from admiring the male form, but seeing the man who would be her mate pushed any coherent thought out of her mind. There were not enough Anatomy and physiology classes in college to prepare her for the sight of him. He was glorious and the best part, he was all hers. Every rock hard pulse inch of him.

Sheldon moved off her body and looked down at her. "Amy, I want to show you that I love you every way I can, but only when you want, and only when you're ready."

"I want that too, Sheldon." Amy reached up to his face, and smiled while her hand caressed his cheek, "I want you."

"I confess I am a little anxious…. I just… I want everything to be perfect for you."

Amy relaxed, and confessed, "I'm sorry was a little nervous and I want it to be perfect for you too."

He lay next to her with a contented grin, and used two fingers to outline her face. Amy's hair fell to the side, and rested on his shoulders. She felt silly over how nervous she was at the moment. She knew everything would be fine when she was with him.

Sheldon's teeth showed through his grin. "It already is, Amy. I can't imagine anything being better than this right now." Sheldon let out a chuckle, "Ya know… I don't know why they call it makin' love. Its seems to me, it's already made."

Amy fell into his eyes, diving into the sea of him. She felt silly over how nervous she had suddenly felt. She trusted Sheldon and knew that everything would be fine. Smiling tenderly she said, "I think it's more like, 'Make love known.' Humans often express it with words, or with thoughtful gestures. This gesture just conveys it a different way. Not superior, just different."

Sheldon turned toward her, braced his weight on his bent elbow with one arm as the other wrapped her around waist. He pulled her to him, and held her to his chest. His eyes took up most of his expression, and it was the only thing Amy could focus on, as if a spell had been cast and his sweet gaze finished the incantation."

Amy lifted her head to give Sheldon a soft kiss. Then another one, longer and lingering on his lips. Still yet another kiss, each one winding them together, spinning their bodies as one.

Amy wrapped one leg around his hip and hooked her hand his around him . Sheldon moved between her legs, and continued to kiss her. The kiss he gave relaxed her, calmed her, and she could feel her body liquesce into his touch. Suddenly, the whole action seemed natural to her, and she released herself to it. He had told her that he wanted it all to be perfect for her, but then he remembered his own words. It was already perfect. He pushed aside any fears with the honor she gave him as she released herself to him, heart, mind and now body.

The sensation Sheldon had felt of their naked bodies merged together almost overpowered him before the act had begun. Forgotten was the advice he had given the guys earlier. It all seemed so academic now, so clinical. This was Amy; his Amy beneath him and he wanted to show her how he felt about her and he wanted the physical manifestation of his love to be as perfect and as pure as the love he felt in his heart. Amy's head arching back with this first thrust and her look of complete love as she gazed back into his eyes with a smile was all he needed to see. The anxiety was gone. Each slow stroke back, then further forward was a loop binding him to her stronger than he had ever felt before. Amy felt every nerve in her twist, tighten and pull taut with each slow thrust. Every feeling was a like a new phrase:

I adore you.

I give myself to you.

I love you.

I love you too.

Some phrases were spoken, other felt, but at the end, it was all known.

Dear Readers, I want to apologize again for the delay on this chapter. I have had a crazy work week, double the work in my normal weeks. I have a trip planned to the UK this holiday season, so it will be hard for me to upload chapters.

I also have to confess, I had terrible writer's block. I had most of this story written, by the last chapters only in my head. It's been over a month of block that I finally got over. I will do my best to get out a chapter a week for the next three chapters. If there are delays, please know, I am not in the habit of abandoning stories. I will finish this. You will get the ending you deserve. I promise you. Please drop me a quick note or review telling me your thoughts. Again, I am deeply sorry for not sticking to the schedule. Never fear Shamy Fans, I got you!