Amy quickly forgot about Sheldon's odd reaction when she went to grab a bottle of water. In the end, her fiancée had his quirks, like her. It was not the first time she caught him doing who knows what and him reacting both with indifference or exaltation. This was not new to Amy. But, did she find that he was…blushing? Reading a scientific paper and blushing? Nah, it was probably my imagination, why would he be like that? Or maybe I have to be jealous of science? She giggled at her silliness and immediately dismissed her thoughts to focus on her new chapter again.

She settled in bed with her laptop, water on her side, and resumed writing the main points of the plot and some descriptions. New ideas flowing through her mind, she promptly typed it all down.

A little smile spread on Amy's lips remembering the good reviews and the love she received on the last update. Readers welcomed and enjoyed the culmination of Cooper and Amelia's love story, finally giving in, and becoming one with each other. She put so much care into the details, and she tried not to write a 'cheap porn' as Penny would describe it, but a beautiful intimate moment for the two lovers' first time together. Amy sighed as she recalled how she tried to reflect some of her most intimate dreams, the ones she imagined years ago about she and Sheldon making love together. All those lonely nights Amy spent with her desires and longings made her imagination run wild. When the time came, for them to be together, was it what she imagined? Not at all, but it was… perfect for them. She would never change it. Nor any of the next following times. Of course she wanted to try new things, to experiment, but she was still too shy to ask about it. All this time and she was still afraid of Sheldon's reactions. Even after he showed her how whimsically inventive he could be in bed.

Oh Sheldon! She blushed remembering all their times together. She spied the bedroom door to the main room. Still no sign for Sheldon coming to bed.

Focus Fowler! She continued writing and struggled to get the right words to build the scene she had in mind. It was another 'juicy moment' as Bernadette liked to call it. Cooper and Amelia successfully travelled together, and that night… well … Amy was already having lots of ideas for them, and she had to sip some cold water to make her body temperature cool down. Hooo! Hold it together Fowler, Sheldon is in the other room! But it was difficult not to be affected when she wrote Cooper and Amelia being intimate, it was like a part of her, a part of them, even if she didn't want to admit it. No matter if it was fantasy, a big part was based on them.

She was about to write how Amelia kneeled down in front of Cooper, grasping his length with her small hands when she heard an unknown sound followed by Sheldon opening the bedroom door brusquely.

'Ah!' Amy exclaimed startled. She didn't expect Sheldon now. She almost dropped her laptop and closed it in a reflex action.

'Ah… I didn't hear you, are you coming to bed?' She tried to sound casual, and to hide the blush that quickly appeared on her face. She could feel her cheeks burning. She turned to leave her laptop on the nightstand and drank some more water. Calm down Fowler, he doesn't know you were writing that!

'Sheldon?' Amy turned to him as he didn't reply. He didn't move either. He was still standing by the open door, hand on the handle. He had a… funny expression? Amy tilted her head and tried to read his face. He seemed agitated. Angry? No, not angry. But distressed?

'Sheldon, is there anything wrong?' Amy started to feel worried. 'Did someone steal your theory?' She thought that maybe he read something about Scandinavian scientists that proved a theory before him. It was not the first time that some paper upset him. 'Were they wrong with the math?'

Sheldon was still immobile. He was breathing heavily, like he just ran a marathon. His gaze fixed on her. Amy stood up concerned.

'Sheldon, please tell me. What happened? Are you ok?' Amy circled the bed, and quickly approached him. She was already in her nightgown, bare feet. Her feet felt cold on the floor but she ignored it. She focused on his eyes, that were following her every single movement intensely.

Sheldon tried to calm down. After finishing the story, he was half furious, half amazed, and most of it, completely hot and aroused. His mind was clouded and without thinking about what he would say, he stood up and ran to the bedroom. And there was she, with her laptop, probably writing some wild encounter between Cooper and Amelia. Did she say anything? Sheldon wasn't able to process her words at that moment. As she stood up and walked towards him, he had to hold his breath. Amy in her nightgown, bare feet, he imagined her hair braided…

Amelia.

He gulped, that thought made his blood burn even more than before. Without turning, with his eyes still on her, he closed the bedroom door behind him.

She approached him with concern, and tried to touch his cheek with her hand. Is he upset? Why? Why doesn't he say anything?

'Sheldon?'

His silence, and the intensity of his gaze, confused her.

He stopped her hand carefully before she reached his face. With that, he gently pulled her to him, closing the gap between them slightly, but still not completely. He slowly pulled her glasses off, and put them on a shelf nearby. She blinked. She was surprised as he never did that to her before.

He lowered his head a little, like going to kiss her, like Cooper did in the bath scene, but he didn't kiss her. He reached for his ear instead, his mind recreating the scene, and his body reacting to it.

He came with no plan, he wanted to ask her a lot of things. But he couldn't, and as soon as he saw her, coming to him, looking so innocent, so concerned, worried for him. Like Amelia, like his Amy. He wanted to ask her if she wrote what she wanted to have, what she wanted to do, what she wanted to feel. If her fears, thoughts and desires were there, by words, masked in the shape of a story, of her, of them. If she wanted that, he would give it to her. The consequences she would face for lying to him, for not telling him, that could wait.

Amy was completely unaware of anything, what he knew, what he thought, what he planned. She only perceived an agitated and odd Sheldon - more than his normal state - like when she went to the main room. Was he still angry about the ruined video game night? It was her fault, in a way, but he didn't know that, he didn't know about the story, he just accepted her little lie about the article, right? But, even angry before, he finished playing and didn't ask more. He just kept himself busy with a paper. Puzzled by his behavior, and trembling under his intense gaze, her mind went blank as she felt his warm breath on her skin.

"Sh- Sheldon" She timidly said, not knowing how to react. "Why don't you tell me what's happening?"

He smirked, almost touching her earlobe, as he spotted the perfect moment to let her know. Will she recognize her own work?

"Maybe you need to find it by yourself." He quoted Cooper. He felt her tense before him. Did she already find that he knew? Just with one sentence? "You curious Vixen." He added with a lower tone, as the traveling physicist did too. A gasp escaped from her lips. And as the scene in the story, he stood up completely and left a cold sensation of his absence on her skin. Sheldon looked at her eyes to see her reaction.

After the first sentence, Amy held her breath. Why was this so familiar? Did she hear it right? Did he said… what he said? Stop imagining things Fowler. But then, she froze. You curious Vixen. The quote resonated in her mind, one time, then another. What was happening? Did he… know? No, it can't be true. Coincidence. Just coincidence. Right? Sweat formed on her temples, a cold sensation traveling up and down her spine. She blinked, trying to move or react, but she couldn't.

Seeing her unable to move, Sheldon put his hand up and caressed Amy's face, a light feather touch that meant everything he wanted to say. His face was serious, but his eyes told another story. I know.

Amy stared at him, still speechless. She felt his touch and had to close her eyes. Why did it feel so intense? Sheldon used the moment to reach her lips, and kissed her. That took her by surprise, even if her body surrendered quickly at his action.

But her mind. That was another story. A lot of thoughts invaded Amy's mind. She recalled how both familiar and strange this kiss was to her. Could it be… that he… What seemed impossible just one second ago, was probable after Sheldon's actions. As they were making out, just like a couple of fictional characters did in a dirty barn in a chapter she wrote, Amy was more certain this could not be a coincidence. Sheldon was recreating every movement Cooper did then, and Amy unconsciously, did it too. It was like knowing a secret dance between them.

As soon as they needed some air, she pushed him slightly by his shoulders, stopping him to continue.

"Sheldon, stop please." Amy gazed at his eyes, concerned. He remained silent. "Did you find -"

"Yes, I did." He cut her question. It was clear she recognized his actions and that she wanted to know if he found her story.

"And you-"

"Yes, I read it all."

Amy gulped. So he really read it, all of it. Oh gosh! She felt ashamed, she even had to lower her gaze, as she felt shy and guilty. And now what? Is he angry? But he just kissed me like there was no tomorrow!

His hand reached her chin and pulled it up, eyes again connected.

"Yes, I am angry at you, EmeraldVixen." He said it as if he was reading her thoughts, emphasizing her secret writer's name. His tone was not angry, and his eyes didn't show that feeling either. Amy felt confused how he sounded so warm and soft while saying that. "But you will face the consequences of this in the future." His thumb was going back and forth on her chin, caressing it, until he pulled her more and lowered his face again to her.

"In the future?" Amy breathed on his lips, still puzzled.

He didn't answer, but she could feel his smile on his lips, amused by his own pun, before he devoured her mouth. His hands started to pull up her nightgown while he made her step back a few steps and pinned her body on a nearby wall. Just like Cooper did in the last chapter before making Amelia his forever.

Amy, still unable to think properly, both amazed and puzzled by his reaction, just followed his lead. She knew what he was doing, by his movements, he was recreating Amelia and Cooper's last encounter, her last published chapter, and one of her fantasies. Oh my! She felt guilty for wanting it, she felt guilty for not asking all the questions she wanted to. How did he find the story? Did anyone tell him? Did he like it? Was he angry about the story, for her not telling him, or for the others reading it? Or maybe because she used them as inspiration for her characters? Did he laugh at her story? Judge her for her fantasies? This guilty feeling, and the shame of being discovered, was mixed with the anticipation of what would happen next. Her blood rushed through her veins, her heart pumped excitingly as Sheldon was adoring her neck and collarbone with kisses, just like Cooper did. Her back pinned on the cold wall contrasted with his hot hands exploring all her body. She was trapped by his legs, unable to escape, not that she wanted to.

She shivered and moaned as his hands travelled to her breasts. Caressing her through the nightgown fabric, he felt her nipples hardening and her body trembling. Just like Amelia. He devoured her mouth again, like Cooper did too. Amy anticipated every move Sheldon did, accurate to her writing, but even knowing it all, feeling it in her own body was exhilarating and sexy.

Like when he put his hands under her nightgown, grasped her bottom and pulled her up, she couldn't refrain an audible gasp. Maybe she didn't expect he would really recreate all she wrote. Would he? Because if he does… Hooo! Her legs surrounded his lower back searching for balance, and she could feel then, how aroused and hard he was. Wow, who would think that Sheldon's reaction to my story would be… this? She also put her arms around his neck, and tilted her head back to the wall at the sensation that surrounded her. Sheldon was greedily kissing the top of her breasts, his hands firmly grasping her buttocks and grinding himself on her, unable to hide his excitement anymore.

Moans escaped her lips repeatedly, at every thrust of his hips to hers. Clothes were in between, but that didn't stop the hot sensations they were feeling from each other. Sheldon stopped, and their gazes locked again. She knew what was next and the anticipation killed her. Would he be able to…

'Ah!' Amy gasped as she was being pulled off the wall, Sheldon carried her in that same position, her legs crossed over his back and her arms strongly gripping his neck, as he turned and walked them both to the bed. This was one of Amy's fantasies, and she didn't think he would be strong enough to carry her like this. She would be too heavy for him, she believed. But, oh, how wrong she was. Not only did he do it with no effort, but he also released her on the bed carefully, like she was the most precious thing he had ever owned.

In no time, his t-shirts were gone. Next, her nightgown and his pants, shoes and socks were scattered on the floor. And before Amy could wonder if Sheldon would reach over and fold them, he was again adoring every inch of her body with more kisses, caressing her like she was porcelain.

Amy's moans filled the room, as he focused on her breasts again, now uncovered and just for him to enjoy. And he did, as Cooper did in the story too. Kissing them, fondling them, traveling his tongue over her nipples slowly, first one, then the other, and repeating again his movements. Amy was a swirl of pleasure before him, she even thought she could orgasm if he continued like this. But his kisses and touches travelled down, as expected.

Amy's breath stopped for a moment. She wondered again if he would be able to recreate all she wrote. Because, the next thing, was an unexplored territory for them. She didn't expect to discover it so quickly though, as before she finished her thoughts, Sheldon was already lowering her underwear, pushing her legs open, lowering his head and in no time, his tongue was there.

"Oh… My… God!" Amy screamed. She was not aware she quoted Amelia's same reaction.

Sheldon's thoughts were the same as Amy's. He knew what Amy's wrote when he started this recreation. He was afraid at first he would not be able to go for it, that maybe he would panic at the thoughts of germs. But in the end he didn't hesitate. It was for Amy, his Amy. If she wanted it, he would do it. And he didn't expect to enjoy it so much, that was a surprise. He felt how Amy was moving her hips to his tongue actions, he was marveled by how she seemed to enjoy it. Why he never tried it before? Why she never asked for it? Maybe she was afraid to ask? Her moans intensified and he wanted to give her more pleasure. He twisted his tongue, quickened the pace and her screams rewarded him. Maybe next time he would try more, and he would make her orgasm from this, but not today, he had a script to follow.

Amy grunted as he stopped, she was so immersed in the pleasure feeling of Sheldon eating her - her most dreamed fantasy with him - that she forgot his play.

He reached for her in the bed and kissed her. She welcomed his tongue in her mouth, the one that was in her core just a few seconds ago. He didn't seem to mind, and that relieved Amy of her fears. Fears that were quickly forgotten as now his fingers toyed with her clitoris. His kiss became hungrier for her, and his fingers - first one, then another - went in and out her. Between his saliva and all the touches, she couldn't be wetter.

"Are you ready Amelia?" He quoted Cooper, even if Sheldon knew she was more than ready, but as Cooper did with Amelia, he prepared her body for him.

"Yes, make me yours Cooper." She quoted Amelia. It felt weird, but also so hot, to be playing someone else. Even if that someone else, was almost yourself.

He was waiting for that quote. This possessive feeling ruling him again. He was aroused and hard long before, but that seemed to excite him even more. He closed his eyes and enjoyed those words in his mind. When he opened them again, he found his beautiful Amy before him, excited like him, prepared for him. He quickly got rid of his briefs and joined her, slowly, gently and with his eyes never leaving hers. Amy tilted her head back closing her eyes for a moment, feeling all his length entering her. She thought about Amelia's first time, she thought about her first time with Sheldon, she thought about all the times they had joined together. All special, all unique. Yes, this was like her fantasy, but she would never change it for what they had. When she lowered her head again, and searched for his eyes, she fell in love again with those blue eyes that were silently asking how she was, if she was ok, if she felt the love he was giving her. Amy smiled, and Sheldon started to thrust in and out, carefully, as he always did. Maybe he was not aware of it, but he was as sweet and gentle as how Amy described Cooper. His eyes and gestures gave more of his soul than his words, or his struggles to navigate on his feelings.

Sheldon's pace quickened and Amy's moans encouraged him to go on. They tried to gaze into each other's eyes, even if sometimes the pleasure of their lovemaking made it difficult.

Amy felt the burn on her lower body quickly building and she knew this was it. It came so intense, as she wanted it, as she wrote it. A final scream while her body was trembling under Sheldon, excited him more and more, pushing him over the edge. He kept thrusting hard, as Amy's core was pulsing in waves, making him unable to think, just to feel. He released a grunt in a final thrust, releasing all his warm liquid inside her.

They were unable to move for a while, panting after all the effort, the emotions and the feelings. Drops of sweat traveling their bodies as they tried to cool down. He moved to her side, leaving Amy with a cold feeling in her, but quickly embracing her body with his arms, caressing her tangled hair. Just like the end of the chapter.

She recognized the actions, and after all that had happened, she didn't know if she should feel like being over the moon for her mind blowing fantasy coming true or feel ashamed for what she wrote, and for him discovering it.

"Sheldon… I don't know what to say, I'm sorry."

"Shh-" Sheldon shushed. He was feeling sleepy, this was not the moment to discuss the story, the lie or what just happened between them. If someone told him today before going to video games night that he would end up recreating a sex scene of a fanfiction secretly written by his fiancée, he would have thought everyone had gone nuts. Before succumbing to his sleep state, a thought came to him.

"When are you going to update it next?" He asked her, hugging her more tightly, enjoying her warm skin.

What? Amy didn't expect that coming.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Sheldon asked seeing her astonished face. "I want to know what's going to happen between them."

"Ah… I … I'm not sure." Amy tried to compose a coherent sentence, surprised by his request. "I was starting the next chapter when you were reading, I still need to work on it." She timidly added.

"Good, let me know when you finish it." Sheldon adjusted in bed, still cuddling her. "But!" He raised an eyebrow to her "I want to read it first. Got it?"

Amy blinked a couple of times absorbing his request, still puzzled by all the unexpected reactions he had by discovering her story.

"Oh…Ok, sure." She agreed.

"And be careful of what you write, little lady, because you may have to face the consequences." He added faking an angry stare and finally winking at her.

He fell asleep in no time, while Amy's mind was still racing. What a night!

She fell asleep a little later in Sheldon's warm arms, dreaming of new adventures to write and secret fantasies to fulfill.

And that's all!

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