'Too many?' Amy's voice was a whisper, watching Sheldon's fingers stroke her collar and slowly unbutton her jacket.
'Yeah…' He didn't really want to talk just now. Talking would mean thinking, and if he thought, he'd get too nervous to do this.
'Is this what happened? In the dreams, I mean?' By contrast, Amy felt the need to keep talking, if only to prove it was real.
'Yeah.' That was all she was getting right now, and she shivered slightly as her jacket was slid from her shoulders, revealing a smart blouse that suddenly seemed to be pulled quite tight. Transfixed, she watched him loosen more buttons, brushing her breasts gently on the way down. As she felt the cool of the air con on newly exposed skin, she caught a question in Sheldon's eyes. He needed to know if it was OK. Could he do this?
Silently, breathlessly, Amy nodded, torn between her own nerves and wanting to start tearing off clothing herself. He understood her agreement, and then her blouse was being pulled from her waistband. He reached up, and slid one sleeve off, then the other. For the first time in her life, she was sitting, lying almost, in front of a man in her bra. It was strange how it felt, not comfortable, exactly…it was too hot, too intense, to be comfortable, but right. She let out a little gasp then, as she felt a feather touch over her bra, over the silky, lacy cups encasing her breasts.
'There was this too,' Sheldon explained hoarsely. His hands were shaking now, as he registered just how they felt and what he was doing. It wasn't enough though; for all that his pulse rocketed simply looking at her there. He brushed his fingers over the soft, sheer silkiness that was all that kept Amy's breasts from full exposure, and asked another question before fiddling with the small clip between them. Amy smiled then. She couldn't help it…it was so obvious he'd never done this before, and she loved him all the more for it.
'Watch,' she said, keeping her eyes on his as she sat up and released the only thing keeping her contained, but her playful glance wasn't prepared for the look of pure hunger that met hers as she dropped it to the floor.
'Oh…Amy…' Sheldon could hardly recognise his voice as his. 'Wow…' It was very rare that he was lost for words – most people wouldn't believe it possible, but his first sight of Amy's perky, pretty little breasts shut down any other function he possessed…well…nearly. There was one that was working perfectly…
Gently, Amy reached out for his hand just then, and stroked it over skin that puckered beneath his touch, letting him know he could. She'd never believed she'd really be able to do that, even though she'd dreamed of it, so many, too many times. As she thought it, hot burning flashes bloomed where his hand spread over her, sending those shocks through her body to that secret place deep inside that was only for him.
'Your turn,' she managed. It was an effort to catch his hand, but she needed to see him now. 'Now I get to take stuff off…'
Sheldon nodded, feeling a strange mixture of disappointment and relief when she stopped at his shirts, which she handed to him as she pulled them off, knowing he wouldn't want them carelessly thrown to the floor. Grateful for her understanding, Sheldon couldn't help but fold them neatly over the back of a chair, before turning back to her. As he did, he noticed how her eyes had darkened, and as his hand went lower, over her thighs and up her skirt, they flickered like fire.
'This too,' he admitted, pushing himself ever closer up against her. 'Usually easier to get it off though…'
'You want my skirt off?' She was teasing now. Of course he did – she just wanted to hear him say it.
'Always want your skirt off,' he murmured. 'Don't you care what you do to me, parading round in tight skirts and sweaters all the time?'
'What do I do?' Say it, I need to hear you say it…
'You do this,' he whispered, taking her hand and pulling it down between them. Amy's eyes widened and she gave a little start as she felt him hot and hard in her hand. She hadn't expected it to be so, well…was that really her? A slow smile played at her lips then. I know how I look…Still, to actually feel the effect she had…hoo…Her hand closed a little tighter, and as she did so, Amy became aware of a slight pushing into her grasp that she got the impression Sheldon was trying, and failing, to stop. There wasn't much room for manoeuvre though, and skirt continued to bunch up and get in the way. Still gently smoothing her hand up and down as best she could, Amy smiled softly again.
'Didn't you say something about getting my skirt off?' With that, she pushed Sheldon back slightly. At the sudden movement a puzzled look crossed his face and he was about to ask what was wrong, when Amy spoke again.
'Sit round a little.' As he did, he felt his breath suddenly come hard and fast as Amy draped herself over his knee, facing down. The voluptuous curves he so loved on her were suddenly in full view and so was her zip, slightly strained, begging for release.
'Oh Amy,' he said, almost growling her name as he pulled the zip free, dragging her skirt and tights with it. She was quivering now, as she felt his touch caress the smooth skin of her thigh, then up, further, over the lacy white knickers that were all that kept her from being naked before him.
Sheldon couldn't stop his caress of those curves and moaned slightly as she wriggled closer against him, trying, and failing, to stop pushing herself up against his leg in an urgent, instinctive need to soothe the ache that was burning under the damp cloth of her knickers. Turning then, her gaze was clouded with lust as she asked, 'You wanna get them off too?'
Meeting her gaze with one just as dark, his own eyes glittering, Sheldon nodded. 'Yeah.'
Unable to resist just once, he gave her one quick, half hard, half gentle slap on her backside, and added, tapping the covers next to him 'But over here. I…I wanna see…'
'You're not the only one,' Amy breathed, sliding herself back over the bed, staring up at him. 'Show me…' Her eyes dropped to his belt buckle, and she reached for her glasses. She wanted to see him, too.
'OK,' Sheldon's agreement was soft, gentle, but with an unmistakable undertone betraying the desire she ignited within him. As he'd done before, Sheldon stood up then, and unfastened his buckle, letting his trousers drop to the floor. He still had to pick them up and fold them, but the strange, owl-like cry from Amy as he let them fall almost made him forget. Standing over her then, a flash of his usual confidence in his eyes, Sheldon could help but show off as he asked, 'So, Dr Fowler, like what you see?'
Amy's eyes grew wide again as she took in the sight of what she'd felt. Again, a hot mix of emotion and nerves surged through her as she simultaneously worried that it might hurt and wanted to tear the stretched, strained cotton from her boyfriend now.
'No,' Sheldon said then, gently taking her hand and moving it back. Now it was Amy's turn for a look of concern to rush over her face. Too much? Sheldon spoke again though, and all her concern vanished.
'These are my dreams, little lady,' he continued, his accent stronger than she'd ever heard it, 'an' in my dreams, you get 'em off first…'
'Oh really?' Amy countered, trying to sound more in control than she felt, and promptly lost any semblance of that control as she felt Sheldon prove his point and pull the last scrap of clothing from her, baring her to him. Kneeling between her thighs now, with lust helping to keep his spark of confidence burning, Sheldon gazed at the soft, warm skin that his girlfriend usually kept so well hidden, memorising every little curve and dip, every freckle, every sensation that stroking it stirred within him. No other man had ever seen her like this, and as long as he was around, no other man ever would. He leaned in to kiss Amy then, shivering as he felt her hands roam hungrily over his back and her breasts crushed against his chest. This was…amazing…He'd never thought it would be like this, and hardly recognised the moan that Amy's touch invoked as her hands went lower, pulling him free and naked up against her.
Their kiss deepened as their hands never ceased their explorations, each touch seeming to burn stronger than the last, the dizzying, intoxicated feeling of kissing one another heightened, pushing them further, faster. It pushed Amy's hand lower again, pushing her to break the kiss that left her whole body flushed and her core swollen and wet, needing to feel him hard and ready, needing to give him what he'd so long denied.
'I bet I do this…' she murmured, laying him back and kneeling over him. Sheldon couldn't resist as he felt his body react to her touch, watching in fascinated amazement as her hand stroked him up and down. She was slow, gentle…maybe too gentle. He'd been wondering, actually, in the nights preceding this trip, how exactly to ask her to touch him, well, how to ask her to jack him off hard, to be more accurate. It had scared him then, still, but not now. He smiled then as he remembered.
'Is that good?' She was nervous, he could see, but she didn't need to be.
'Yeah, but…'
'What?' Amy stopped then, thinking she'd done something wrong.
'Just…remember when we played D and D? What your character did?' Amy bit her lip. She did, but would he say it?
'I take hold of you,' he quoted then. 'You're hard under my touch, more than I've ever imagined, and holding you, work you harder and faster, more, until you explode in release.' Amy closed her eyes and couldn't stop her fingers tracing down her stomach and in between her thighs in response to the fantasy she'd shared with him over a year ago.
'Do it like that,' she heard then. 'Please…' She never could resist when he asked like that.
'OK,' Amy agreed, pulling herself slowly out of her own trace, and curling her now rather sticky, slick fingers back around him, causing Sheldon to shiver at her touch. Bucking his hips up sharply into her hand as she sped up then was instinctive, but, he had to admit, slightly sore. It had been a long time since he'd ever chanced this without the cleansing, soothing spray of water cascading down on him, and he'd be no good to her sore later…
'Amy, wait,' Sheldon gave her a slow, sweet smile that melted any anxiety she had at being asked to stop. 'C'mon.' Taking her hand, he almost pulled her through the bathroom door in his excitement. 'This is better.'
Her pulse pounding, Amy followed him into the warm waterfall that plastered her hair down her back and ran over her body, bracing herself against the tiles as she smiled and snaked her hand down again, revelling in the feeling of him even harder than before, working him faster, high on the excitement of making him moan and cry out, making him lose himself in a sudden shudder of release that shot up over the steamy tiles and her wet breasts, before swirling currents washed it away, leaving nothing but a warm afterglow in Sheldon's eyes as he met her own.
For a moment, they just looked at one another as the water continued to rain down on them. When Sheldon did speak, it was almost too quiet to be heard.
'I never thought it would be like that,' he admitted. 'That was…amazing.'
'Yeah,' Amy agreed, still slightly out of breath herself. She'd done that – no-one else – hoo…
'But, you know,' he continued, stopping the flow and offering a hand to help her out, 'you know I have to finish what I start, and I believe I started showing you what I do, in my dreams?'
Amy smiled. 'So you did…didn't I teach you anything?' she added then, warmly wrapping a large towel around his shoulders.
'Certainly not around you,' Sheldon replied. He should have been feeling nervous – he always thought he would, but drying off a damp Amy Farrah Fowler and leading her back to bed somehow stopped all that. Not wanting them to get cold, Sheldon pulled back the covers, and after a much quicker bedbug check than usual, wriggled in next to Amy, still beautifully naked. Looking down at her, Sheldon pulled her in for a soft kiss that instantly deepened, its hunger all too apparent. As he kissed her, Amy felt his hand caress her breast, waist and hip, and then it slid lower still. She moaned softly as a shiver coursed through her as Sheldon found what the book had told him about.
Slipping his fingers down between her thighs, he was struck with wonder at how soft and smooth she was inside, like nothing he'd ever felt before. Soft, smooth…and wet. So wet…and in the middle of it all was the little button he'd been promised, harder than the rest, yearning to be touched. He stroked her again, a little faster, a little harder this time, and heard her say his name. The encouragement that came from Amy's cries and the bucking of her hips was intoxicating, driving him on, fuelling an elemental need to give her everything she'd ever wanted, and Sheldon watched, entranced, as his usually so contained, self-possessed girlfriend cried out, banging herself hard against his fingers, begging to feel his touch inside. Unable to deny her, Amy moaned louder then as she felt one, then two slip into the hot wetness of her being, and as others rubbed at her faster still, cried out one last time, and was suddenly still, only her rapid breathing evidence of her exertion. With her eyes closed, Sheldon gazed at Amy in wonder. He did that – no-one else. No-one else ever had, but he did.
As she opened her eyes, she heard the words she'd dreamed of, in a husky, far softer than usual southern accent. 'I love you, Amy Farrah Fowler.'
Pulling him tightly into her arms, body still shivering a little from aftershocks, Amy whispered her reply.
'And I love you, Sheldon Lee Cooper.'