The Girls Night Aftermath.
Chapter 2.
Hard as he tried, Sheldon couldn't concentrate.
He was nervous and twitchy, to the point where he couldn't sit still.
Touching Amy had been a trial, an exhausting one, a frightening one, but also an immensely enjoyable one.
Her skin had been like smoothest velvet, her hair like finest silk. Scary as touching her had been, it had also been the most amazing, incredible, fantastic experience of his life, and he wanted to do it again, and again, and again.
But how to arrange it? The mere thought of asking to do it again, had his stomach in knots.
But he had to do something. It had only been a few hours since he'd left her apartment, but, like a drug addict, he already wanted (no, not wanted, NEEDED) another fix of Amy Farrah Fowler.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number. After two rings, a woman's voice answered "Good afternoon, UCLA, can I help you?"
Sheldon hesitated, then replied, "Amy Farrah Fowler please". The receptionist asked "Who's calling?"
His mind went blank. "Who's calling? What's my name? I know I had one when I got up this morning".
Finally, he stuttered, "Erm, S-S-Sheldon Cooper".
There was a click, a few seconds of silence, then a familiar voice, "Amy Farrah Fowler".
"Erm, Hello, this is Sheldon". A moment's hesitation, then Amy replied, "Oh hi Sheldon. What can I do for you?"
Sheldon thought, "What can you do for me? What sort of a question is that? How about marry me, have my babies?"
Fighting to control the rising panic, he replied "I was wondering if you were free tonight?"
She thought for a moment, then said, "Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"Erm, well, I, erm, erm, was wondering ….".
Amy put him out of his misery. "Why don't you just come over and we'll decide then? About 7 o'clock OK?"
He hesitated, "Er, yes. I'll see you then".
7 o'clock was 4 hours away, but he wished it was now, or maybe 4 years away. He was torn between wanting to see Amy, and being terrified of seeing her.
What would he say to her? Would they sit just there, in a complete, uncomfortable silence, just staring at each other?
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Sheldon stood in the hallway outside her door, staring at his watch, counting down the seconds to 7 o'clock.
Finally, as the second hand swept past the hour, he knocked. Quick as a flash, the door swung open, and there she was, the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Those incredible green eyes, and her long soft brown hair.
In complete silence, they stood looking at one another, then Amy said "Please come in. Make yourself comfortable".
Amy stood at the kitchen counter, setting out two cups. "Would you like some tea?"
He thought for a long moment, "Do I want some tea? No, what I really want is to kiss you and stroke your hair".
Fighting back the thoughts whizzing around his brain, he took a deep breath and replied "Yes please. Chamomile if you have it".
There was the rattle of cups and spoons, then she brought the cups round to the coffee table, in front of the couch.
It was only when Amy gestured toward the couch, that he realized he was still standing.
He looked at the couch, noticing it was only a 2 seater. It seemed so much smaller than it did that morning.
Amy was now staring at him. "Please" she said, "sit down".
He took a seat on the left, keeping as tight against the arm as he could manage. Amy sat midway between him and the other arm, close enough to be friendly, but not so close as to make him feel hemmed in.
"So" she began, "How was work?"
What did he care about work? All he could think about was how he wanted to touch her, feel her hair and her skin.
Seeing the distant look in his eyes, she asked, "Sheldon, is it what happened this morning? Is that what is bothering you?"
He felt like a coward. Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt, what he wanted?
Amy could see the torment in his eyes. With gentleness in her voice, she said "Sheldon. Would you please hold me?"
He looked at her with confusion in his eyes. He thought "What does she mean? How does she want me to hold her? Her hand? Her cheek?"
Moving slowly, she inched across the couch and placed her arms around him, hugging him gently.
For a moment, he just sat there, then he raised his arms and placed them on her shoulders. She moved her body a little closer.
It felt incredible. Her body was so warm and so soft. He could feel her breathing, and it was like no other feeling he'd ever experienced.
The aroma of her perfume, mixed with her own unique scent, mingled in his mind. He made a mental note, to file that smell in his long-term memory.
Feeling a little braver, he gently drew her closer to him, her head passing to the right of his, until their heads were on each other's shoulders.
He took a breath in though his nose, and the smell of cherry flooded his senses. Another smell to be filed away for future reference.
He never wanted this to end, but he knew, however much he wanted to, they couldn't stay like that forever. Reluctantly, he relaxed his grip.
Moving back a little, Amy looked into his eyes and breathed "That was nice". He looking into the pools of emerald green that were her eyes, and replied "It was".
Picking up her cup, she took a drink. She was surprised at how dry her mouth had become.
"Sheldon", she hesitated, "I knows this is new and scary. It is for me too, but if you are agreeable, I'd love for us to keep doing this".
Sheldon blanched, and she realized she'd frightened him. She tried to calm him, "Relax and breath deeply". He breathed in deeply, held it and let it out slowly.
She went on, "As I said, I know it feels scary, it is for me as well, but I really enjoyed that cuddle, and I think you did too".
Nervously, he nodded, "I did. I did enjoy it, it was wonderful, but …"
As his voice trailed off, Amy reached across and touched his cheek. To her surprise and delight, he raised his hand and put it on top of hers.
He stroked his hand over hers, then he asked, "Amy, may I kiss you?"
Amy's heart did a somersault. This was far more than she had hoped for.
Through a faltering breath, she replied "I'd like that".
She leaned forward, offering her cheek but, instead of kissing her cheek, he placed his hands on her cheeks, straightened her face toward his, and placed the gentlest, lightest, most delicate kiss, on her lips.
There was barely any contact, his mouth remained closed, and it lasted for just a brief moment, but it sent an electric shock racing though her body, straight to her loins.
Her heart raced, her breathing was out of control, and her body felt like it was on fire.
She felt herself falling back, as though she were falling down a chasm.
Eyes wide, she gasped for breath.
Sheldon saw the shock in her eyes, and began backing into the corner of the couch. "I'm sorry" he gasped, "I didn't mean to do that. It's just that you said …"
In an instant, he had leapt from the couch and was racing for the door.
Amy had to intercept him. She just couldn't let him run away. The fear, that he had overstepped the mark, could undo everything they had done so far.
She managed to get between him and the door. Unable to get out, he stood in front of her, shaking like a leaf.
"Sheldon" she intoned, "I'm not angry. I'm not upset".
He stared at her, confusion in his eyes, "But, I-I-I don't understand".
She said firmly "Sheldon, will you please sit down".
He hesitated, then slowly returned to the couch. Amy sat on the other end of the couch, trying not to crowd him.
"Let me explain. It wasn't that I was angry, or upset. You took me by surprise, but it was a wonderful surprise".
"In fact" she went on, "Would you please do it again".