Amy finished her cup of tea and thought about the things Meemaw had told her. Was it true that Sheldon eventually loved her even more than he admitted? More than she could imagine? It was hard to believe but Amy tried to be positive. Yes, he had admitted that he loved her. They had danced tightly on the roof that night and had only had eyes for each other. It had probably been the happiest night of her life. The man she had wanted for so long, had finally said the magical words. But the annoying little voice in her head wouldn't stop; if he loves you so much, then why doesn't he get closer physically?

She tried to reassure herself that she had known from the beginning that Sheldon was not a big fan of physical contact. On the other hand, he had told her he loved her and that was also something she had never expected. He had kissed her. He had held her hand. The last few weeks and months, he had been nothing but a gentleman… in his own twisted kind of way.

She knew that if she talked to him about it, it either wouldn't change anything, or he would feel pressured. She wanted neither of it. She didn't want to pressure him but she also didn't feel like suppressing her own needs anymore. It was a doom loop.

Amy looked up when she heard a car pass the street, hoping it would be Mary, but the car didn't stop.

She was not quite sure if Sheldon was still occupied with his brother. Maybe it was time to just call it a night and go to bed.

Amy wandered upstairs, entered Missy's room, and got ready in the bathroom. She put on her nightgown, turned the light off, and went over to the bed. Just when she was about to get in it, she heard a door slam, and Sheldon cursing quietly.

She bit her lip and was insecure for a minute, then she decided to check if everything was alright. She opened the door and peeked outside. Her boyfriend was angrily marching towards his room.

"Sheldon?"

He turned around, his face lit up for a second as he saw her, but then he just turned around and kept walking.

Amy knitted her eyebrows and followed him with quick steps. It was hard to catch up, he had long legs and made big steps.

Sheldon kicked his door open, entered the room and loosened his tie. He stared out of the window but his quick breathing showed that he was angry.

"Sheldon…?" Amy tried to be calm and closed the door. When she didn't get an answer, she walked towards him and slightly touched his shoulder.

He flinched it, like he wanted to shake her hand off. She sighed and took a step back. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

"It's just… my brother. I am tired of playing his father." Sheldon took the tie off and hung it over a chair in the room. "I lost dad as well. Not just him. I also lost Pop-Pop. Everyone is acting like he was the only one mourning."

"I am sorry, Sheldon" Amy bit her lip. She didn't really know what else to say. He had never really talked about his brother or their difficult relationship before.

Sheldon just looked down, then shook his head, and unbuttoned his shirt. "Missy and I always had to take care of him. It was one of the reasons I left for Pasadena so early."

He turned around, apparently too lost in his thoughts to realize, that he was presenting his bare chest to his girlfriend. Amy swallowed hard, trying to subtly remember every inch of his naked upper body. He was muscular. Deliciously soft. Manlier than she had ever found him before.

"I just sometimes wish I could empty my mind." Sheldon sighed.

"What about Kolinahr?" Amy's voice had gotten thin but she was sure that her boyfriend wouldn't realize and if, he wouldn't know why.

"Hmm" He thought about it for a second. "That's a pretty nice idea. How did I not think about that?"

Amy smiled, then she stepped back and nodded. "Well, I guess I'll let you get into the zone then"

She turned around and walked to the door but before her hand could even turn the doorknob, a strong hand grabbed her wrist. Amy immediately turned back around. Sheldon was right behind her.

"You forgot something"

She felt her knees get weak, as he lowered his head and upper body towards her. The only thing she still managed to do, was closing her eyes, then his lips collided with hers.

His lips were firmly pressed against hers. The usual heat spread between the two of them. Amy felt her hand slip away from the doorknob and up his naked chest instead. It stopped right over his heart and she wondered if her heart beat just as fast as his.

She felt a throbbing in her nether regions and tried to ignore it, but it got more and more intense, as Sheldon started to suckle on her lips.

The kiss lasted a few minutes, then Sheldon backed off slowly and carefully. It was crazy. It had calmed him down and pumped him at the same time.

"Would you like to wait here while I get ready?" He asked rather breathlessly.

Amy just nodded and watched him disappear in the bathroom. She had been so taken in by the kiss, that it was just then she realized what he had said. What was he getting ready for? They had just shared a rather steamy kiss so there was more than one possibility…

'No, Amy, no. Stop it.'

She nervously cleared her throat and walked around the bed. It was windy outside, but at least there was no thunder. Actually she had no reason to stay tonight. On the other hand, why would he have asked her to wait then? Amy was confused and confusion mixed with all the good feelings that were still inside of her from the kiss earlier, was kind of frustrating.

She heard Sheldon rummaging around in the bathroom. She heard him brush his teeth. It still seemed like an eternity until he walked back out of the bathroom.

Amy turned around and walked towards him. "Well, it is… late and… I should sleep. Missy needs me for her wedding dress tomorrow."

Sheldon briefly looked at her, then looked over her head out of the window. "I am not entirely sure but this wind sounds a lot like there's a thunderstorm coming"

He looked back down at her and did one of his lopsided smiles she loved so much. She grinned back at him.

They looked at each other for a second too long and got lost in each other's eyes. Within seconds, Amy remembered all the things Meemaw had told her today. Sheldon constantly talked about her. He cared about her deeply. I would be damned if our Shelly wasn't helplessly in love with you.

Her hands grabbed the fabric of his pajama shirt and pulled him down, pulling his lips against hers and welcoming them with a firm longing response.

Amy had a déjà vu when his hands landed on her hips. Only this time, his touch was a lot more secure. She even felt him grab them a little.

She let go of his shirt and let her hands slip up to his shoulders. She was not willing to let him go now – not that he was getting ready to do so.

Their kiss got more and more intense and after a while, without a warning, Sheldon's tongue touched Amy's lips and she felt the need to open her eyes because she felt dizzy. Without hesitation she opened her mouth, letting him explore her taste. When their tongues touched and played with each other, Amy finally understood what she had missed in her teenage years.

Sheldon had never had an understanding of the term "butterflies in one's tummy" but right now it most definitely felt like it. But not just his tummy, his every atom was in a rush. Adrenaline and serotonin were chasing each other through his veins and brain. One of his hands moved away from her hip, up to her face, putting four fingers behind her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek. He felt her sink down a little and immediately slung his other arm around her waist, slowly guiding her to the bed, without stopping the kiss for a single second. He never ever wanted to stop kissing her.

Amy wasn't even sure where she was anymore. All she realized was her calves hitting the surface of Sheldon's bed. She sat down voluntarily, Sheldon following her. Before she knew it, she was lying on her back, her boyfriend halfway over her heavily raising and sinking chest. Their lips had parted while they had placed themselves on the bed, but as quickly as that had happened, their mouths also met again.

Sheldon had never felt so safe and comfortable in his entire life. He loved this woman more than anything. He loved everything about her. Her kiss tasted what he imagined the "heaven" his mother had always talked about, tasted. Her lips were so divinely soft that he couldn't think of anything comparable. He felt that she was nervous but for once in his life he wanted to be the one to calm her down. Each and every of his movements was suddenly pregnant with security, his hands caressed her face, while his tongue dipped into her mouth again.

After a while Sheldon got the weird feeling, that kissing her wasn't close enough. Blindly he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over the both of them, the heats of their body immediately spreading under the soft fabric.

"Will you please stay here tonight?" He asked her breathlessly.

Her emerald eyes stared at him, widely opened. "If you want me to…"

"There's nothing I want more" He answered. "Except…"

Their lips met again, with the same intensity their last kiss had ended. It emotionally ruffled Sheldon that he couldn't deepen the kiss anymore. He wanted so much more of her…

Guided by the entire spectrum of his feelings, one of his hands slowly wandered downwards, until it felt the hem of Amy's nightgown. Without hesitation he pulled it up, revealing Amy's lower body under the blankets.

Full of astonishment she broke away from the kiss, staring at him insecurely. He didn't show any signs of regret. His hand slowly caressed her left thigh… up… back down… squeezing a little.

Amy swallowed hard. The sweet spot between her legs was achingly throbbing and she didn't know if she'd find relief. Was he serious? Would he do it?

A moan escaped her throat, when his hand slid down onto the inside of her thigh. She immediately parted her legs a few centimeters to give him more space.

Sheldon could feel the heat that was radiating from Amy. He felt it clearly and he was determined to let his hand work towards it. Yes. He wanted this. He wanted to feel her.

"Sheldon" She whimpered as his fingers slowly brushed over her black panties. He was delighted with all the joy he could apparently make her feel by just slightly touching her. Oh, she was in for a treat.

Sheldon had never admitted it to anyone, but the past months he had done research. Whenever he had had a bit of spare time and privacy, he had looked up certain techniques to pleasure a woman. He had known for the longest time that Amy wanted a physical relationship, but he also had known that he wasn't quite ready for it. If only he had known earlier that giving her pleasure demanded so little of his own body…

Now his time had come. He was finally able to prove to her – and himself – that these past months of research hadn't been a waste of time. He theoretically knew what to do and now it was time to let the wisdom flow into his fingers.