Dr. Cooper and Mr. Hyde

Chapter 2

A/N Thanks everyone for all the great reviews, favorites and follows. So I did end up getting a bit wordy and there will be a third chapter.

Sheldon's world had changed from the moment that Amy and his hands had met on the TV remote.

He knew the cause of his obsession with Amy was those horrible little pink pills, bending him to their evil will. But he was finding it harder and harder to think sensibly. Cheeks crimson and heartbeat elevated, he had paced the apartment, checking the time constantly since she had left. Sheldon had never felt the loss of Amy's company so acutely before. He mentally chastised himself over and over for letting her out of his sight. Why in the world had he let her leave? He had an emergency guest kit complete with personal hygiene products, two days of freeze dried rations and apartment evacuation routes. He could have lent her one of his shirts to sleep in. Sheldon closed his eyes as visions of the T shirt clad neurobiologist played out in his mind. There would be no concealing tights to cover those pale, bare legs of hers. Amy might try to modestly tug the hem of his favorite Green Lantern shirt to cover up more of her creamy thighs. Too bad he gave her his shortest shirt. He would watch as her breasts temptingly brushed the inside fabric of his shirt as she slid into his bed besides him. Sheldon deciding she wasn't allowed to borrow the shirt after all, because she had violated some rule and demand she give it back. Her contrite look as she pulls the shirt agonizingly slowly off her body and her begging to make up her misdeeds to him. Sheldon shuddered and let out a deep sigh. Dear Lord! What had become of him? The brilliant Dr. Sheldon Cooper brought down by a handful of horny pills.

Amy raced up the stairs, but entered the apartment cautiously, not knowing what state she would find her boyfriend in. Sheldon leapt off the couch overjoyed to see her and walked quickly over to her. "Dear Lord Amy, what took you so long, I was worried sick. I missed you." He pulled her into a tight bear hug.

Amy's body went rigid, her arms trapped at her side by the amorous physicist. It was as if he were a totally different person. Dr. Cooper and Mr. Hyde. She had never seen Sheldon behave like this even when he was drunk. Sheldon's soft breath was warming her ear and sending delicious tingles down her body. She closed her eyes and reluctantly tried to remove herself from Sheldon's death grip. She was unsuccessful, but she truthfully hadn't tried very hard. Amy thought about how many times she had wished for exactly this. An attentive, affectionate boyfriend, who was not afraid of human contact. But knowing that it was only the Concupiscencine making Sheldon this way made his affection seem artificial, like a sugar substitute, with bad aftertaste included. It was a shame because his warm body pressed against her felt soooooo nice. She savored the feeling, even though she knew it wasn't her Sheldon. But give a woman dying of thirst a warm, bitter cup of water and she'll drink it gladly.

Sheldon had to touch her; had to feel her body against him, it seemed the logical and natural thing to do. Her touch was an addictive aphrodisiac and he craved more. His face found her brown cascading hair and nuzzled into its silky depths. Amy's scent was better than new comic book scent, his moms cooking and Yoo Hoo rolled into one. Her intoxicating aroma tempered his fears of intimacy and ignited his growing passion. He felt her stir against him, her chest rubbing against his, and he tightened his grip with a low murmur of "Amy". He embraced his remarkable, beautiful woman, breathing her in.

Amy knew this was all an illusion. The man burrowing his face into her neck, was not the same man she had fallen in love with. He looked the same, and the familiar mixture of talc and Sheldon smelled the same. And oh my God he felt better pressed against her than anything she ever imagined possible. But her Sheldon had been taken prisoner in his own body by an experimental drug that hadn't even been promising enough to complete a full trial. She had sworn to him she would not let him do anything he would regret later and she would keep her vow. No matter how wonderful he felt and how much she desired him, she would deny her own selfish needs. It was because she loved him and that is what one does when you love someone. Sheldon's needs would always come before her own.

Amy pulled away reluctantly from her surprisingly strong boyfriend with a new resolve. She rose to her full unintimidating five foot four inch height, squared her shoulders and folded her arms over her chest. "Sheldon, you're not thinking straight. I want you to march into your room right now and go to bed Mr."

Sheldon's eyebrows scrunched as he pondered an unfathomable situation, Amy declining his charms. He slightly tilted his head and swept the length of her body with his eyes. "I thought you wanted me to be more affectionate. Isn't that one of your biggest complaints about me?"

Amy felt his lingering gaze caress her as surely as if he had used his hands on her bare flesh. She swallowed hard, then dug deep and amazingly found a bit more willpower. "Sheldon, this isn't you, it's the Concupiscencine talking. Nothing on the face of this earth would make me happier than for you to be this free with your emotions towards me. But I fear if I let you get carried away, you'll hate me and worse, yourself in the morning."

Amy's words were like a pinpoint sized beacon of reason penetrating the dark wantonness of his desire. One of the reasons he was fascinated by Amy is that she was highly intelligent and because of this gave sound advice. He held her opinion higher than anyone else's, sometimes even his own. She caught a glimmer of her old Sheldon in his eyes. "I think your right Amy. I don't really feel like myself. It's been a disconcerting evening, I should retire immediately. Will you at least come tuck me in?"

Amy was sure this was a horrible idea. Worse than the time she made Sheldon a music CD or the time she bought four inch stilettos. But looking at his remorseful, confused face made her decide to do as requested.

She warily escorted Sheldon to his room, making sure he walked ahead of her, and remained safely in the doorway as he pulled the covers to his chest. Once Sheldon was settled in, she felt safe enough to venture to his closet for a spare pillow and blanket. She retraced her steps to his bedroom door. "Good night Sheldon. Let me know if you need anything. I'll be on the couch." She flipped off the light, then turned to leave letting out a relieved breath. That went easier than I thought.

"Wait! Amy. Don't I get a good night kiss?"

For once Amy was glad of Sheldon's rules and regulations. "The relationship agreement specifies that kisses are reserved for the end of date night. Tonight was not a date night."

Sheldon's hopeful face crumbled at the cruel rejection as he seemed to fold in on himself and shrink on the spot. A kicked puppy couldn't have looked more pitiful right now. "I see. Well goodnight Amy." The physicist let out a long melodramatic sigh and closed his eyes.

Little did Amy know, due to her lack of experience with the opposite sex, but men had been utilizing guilt to have their way with women for millennia. Sheldon didn't know this either, but it was ingrained in him as surely as moving your hand away from a hot object or being fearful of snakes.

Amy shuffled her feet and shifted the pillow from hand to hand. "OK Sheldon. Then I want you to go to sleep, understand?"

Sheldon nodded innocently and scooted back on his pillow to sit up as Amy approached him like she was walking through a minefield. Amy placed the pillow and blanket on the foot of Sheldon's bed and crept over to Sheldon's side. He was gazing at her with his "Amy look", and he looked like the Sheldon she was familiar with.

She leaned down towards her reclining boyfriend, homing in on his lips. A few inches away from his face she closed her eyes and puckered, expecting the usual tame pressing of lips.

It was not expected and far from tame.

As Amy's lips brushed Sheldon's, a low groan escaped from his throat. She realized then her foolish mistake and tried to draw away. Sheldon's lips chased her as she tried to straighten and his hand shot up from his side and entangled in her soft silky hair, cradling the back of her head blocking her retreat. His other arm encircled her waist and pulled her down on top of him, knocking her legs out from under her. His lips began to eagerly taste hers, switching from her bottom lip to her top lip, undecided which was a better fit. Sheldon was awash with sensations he had never felt before. Amy's mouth opened to him and it was sweet and salty, warm and wet. Sheldon's hands were in constant motion, rubbing her back and tangled in her hair. He had never felt this alive and exhilarated before. Holding Amy on his chest felt…glorious. He felt like he couldn't get close enough to her, he wanted to be consumed by her, absorbed into her very pores.

Amy on the other hand was conflicted. She had never been this aroused before, but she knew that Sheldon would not be doing this if he was in his right mind. This thought fought with the idea that her boyfriend truly excelled in all that he did. His lips were making her forget everything but the mad rhythm they were teaching hers. Her body conformed to the warm man beneath her as her will to escape dwindled. Unfortunately for Sheldon, the spell was broken when his left hand that was on the small of her back, began to dive under the first two layers of clothing. Amy's shirt coming untucked from her skirt was like being doused with a bucket of ice water. She pulled herself away from her ardent lover with purpose.

"Sheldon, release me now!" She scrabbled out of his octopus like grip and stood on jelly like knees chest heaving. She could see her hair sticking out every which way in her peripheral vision, she must look a sight. Her clothes were rumpled and askew. She turned her attention to the man on the bed.

His breath was coming in short pants, his pajamas wrinkled and his eyes… his eyes had a devilish twinkle in them.

Though clearly disappointed in having to stop, Sheldon appeared to have no regrets. That fact did nothing to help her regain her composure. "Sheldon, you shouldn't have done that. I know you're not thinking clearly but you need to just go to sleep."

Sheldon's clear blue eyes burned a hole into her soul. "You can't tell me that you didn't enjoy that? I know I surely did." He gave her a crooked smile. "I don't know why you're playing so hard to get tonight. That's normally my modus operandi."

Amy tried to remain calm but was clearly having trouble. "I did enjoy it Sheldon, but I would enjoy it more if you weren't under the influence of drugs." She restlessly paced around the room his eyes watching her every move like a cat with a mouse. "I would not be able to live with myself if when you came to your senses, you regretted me taking advantage of you." She stopped pacing and turned to him, trying to make her addled boyfriend see reason.

"Amy I have very few regrets in this world and no matter what you do, or what you say, you will never be one of them." Sheldon looked at her intently. "I will regret it however, if you don't come back here and continue what we started." He scooted over in the bed, pulled back the covers and gently patted the area beside him. Amy felt his blue eyes devouring her. "You know how I like to have closure."

Poor Amy had never been so tempted in her life. She could still feel the friction of his lips on hers. Isn't this what she had been encouraging Sheldon to do for years? She had always yearned to feel wanted and desired by this handsome intelligent man and here was her chance. If she did sleep with him maybe he would forgive her after the medication wore off and this would actually jump start a physical relationship. But was she willing to risk a devastated man, accusing her of letting him down in his time of need? Of waiting for the first chance he was vulnerable and taking advantage of him. She had made her decision. She cleared her throat and looked at her eagerly awaiting boyfriend on the bed.

"Goodnight Sheldon. Don't even think of leaving your bedroom tonight. If I catch you anywhere in the living room tonight, I'm terminating the relationship agreement." She grabbed the spare bedding and strode purposefully out the bedroom door, the door closing with finality.

Sheldon lay there in a state of shock. What just happened? Did she… turn me down? I was not prepared for that. Sheldon had thought that since Amy constantly seemed to be hinting about sex, that it would not take much for him to talk her into staying. If the kissing had been a mere fraction of how pleasurable coitus was going to be, he didn't know how he could handle it both mentally and physically. The make-out session on the bed had been phenomenal, and Amy wasn't even trying that hard. Once he got her to be a fully participating partner in this little scheme, all bets were off. A little nagging part of his brain was trying to tell him that Sheldon Cooper doesn't act this way and that maybe Amy was right, but he quickly squashed that thought with the new fun part of his brain that thought that kissing Amy was better than physics, comic books or even Spock.

Amy shakily returned to the living room. What just happened? Did I… turn him down? I was not prepared for that. She had never seen Sheldon that handsy even the few times when he was drunk. He got silly and he would confess his deepest secrets, but he never became…affectionate. She placed the bedding on the couch, and sat down to think. She needed some advice. She picked up her cell and called someone who was probably still up.

Sheldon had tried. He really did. After Amy left his bedroom he tried Kolinahr, but it failed him. He attempted sleep but he tossed and turned for hours till he sat bolt upright in his messy bed. His brain was itchy and he knew there was only one person on earth who could soothe it. He hoped she understood that a man in his state can only take so much. After five hours of torture he defied Amy's order to stay and crept into the darkened living room.

The room was very dark except a thin shaft of light from the window. Sheldon had no trouble finding his way through the murk. He halted by the side of the couch. Amy was completely covered head to toe by the blanket, but the sound of snoring came from his spot so he knew which end her head was located. It surprised Sheldon she was a snorer, he would have to urge her to see an otolaryngologist to rule out sleep apnea. He started at her hip, running his hand up her body till he reached the top of her silky head. "I tried to stay away, forgive me, but Amy, I need you." He spoke in a husky voice. He slowly pulled back the blanket.

It is hard to say who screamed like a girl the loudest, Sheldon or Raj, but they were both embarrassed by their wussy display.

"Where is Amy?

Raj's heart was still racing "Dude you scared me! Don't do that again."

Sheldon was beginning to get peeved. "That didn't answer my question. Where is Amy?"

"She says she couldn't trust you to not maul her in the middle of the night." Raj looked at a baffled Sheldon. "I guess she was right. I never thought I would see the day Sheldon Cooper would want to maul anyone."

Sheldon shot him a dirty look. "Well, why are you here and not Leonard? He's the one who actually lives here."

"Amy said since I was responsible for getting you 'intoxicated' I should be the one to drag myself over in the middle of the night to take care of you. Guilt is a pretty good motivator. Also she tried Leonard first, but he said 'Koothrappali poisoned him, Koothrappali should deal with him'. She went home right after I got here." Raj felt for his phone on the table and read the display. "We should get back to sleep it's only… 4 in the morning." Raj rolled over and waved at Sheldon. "Go back to bed Sheldon. I'll see you in the morning."

Sheldon retreated back to his bedroom. Not if I can help it!

When Raj had come to the door Amy felt a wave of relief. She knew Sheldon needed someone to watch over him, but her will to resist him was crumbling fast. This really was the best way to handle the awkward situation. She could keep her promise and be a good girlfriend without succumbing to her irresistible boyfriend. If need be she could avoid him for the whole two days it would take for the pills to leave his system. Then he would be her misophobic, asexual, fussy Sheldon again. She tucked herself in her waterbed and pondered if she was a good girlfriend or a chump? Chump was winning when sleep finally claimed her.

Amy was having her reoccurring dream. She had it every month or so, and it was far more welcome than when she had episodes of night terrors. In it Sheldon would come sweeping across a meadow dotted with wildflowers, riding a fiery white stallion. He would sweep her up with one arm and ride off with her bare backed and bare chested to a secluded woodland glade. He would then rip her bodice from her comely bosom and proceed to kiss her absolutely everywhere there was exposed skin. She would normally wake up before the real good stuff started to happen, but it was enough to get her to reach for Gerard to find relief. Tonight the dream was more vivid. She was pinned to the moss by Sheldon's body, his kisses searing down her neck and along her jaw till he reached her lips, full with desire. She moaned "Sheldon" and then groaned with pleasure as he softly sucked her bottom lip and muttered "Oh Amy", his kisses urgent and demanding. This is when she normally woke up and early this morning was no different. The thing that was different in the pale light was that after she awoke, she still had Sheldon attached to her lips.

After finding that Amy had fled he knew he had to go after her. He had gone back to his room and immediately changed into his clothes, making sure to wear his bus pants. Thirty minutes later, after he heard Raj snoring again, he softly padded to the front door and closed the door silently. On the bus ride over he could only think of Amy, lying in her bed, hair splayed across her pillow, early morning sun casting a halo over her head. He ran up the stairs to her apartment and took out the key to her door. He opened it gently and entered. He slowly made his way to her bedroom, where he found the door open and went and stood besides his bewitching girlfriend.

She looked as he had pictured her, only more alluring. It was then that Sheldon had a fleeting idea that maybe this wasn't a good idea. Stalking your sleeping girlfriend to her apartment, sneaking out of your apartment. After she told you she would break up with you if you did? To do what exactly? How far are you willing to go Dr. Cooper? How far? Amy stirred in her sleep at that moment while he was studying her and moaned "Sheldon".

Any last shred of doubt or restraint shattered at that moment as he fell forward on her lips. He sucked the bottom one between his and murmured "Oh Amy". His hands found her hair and cheek and caressed them gently; his lips were anything but gentle, they demanded reciprocation and were delighted when Amy kissed him back frantically.

She couldn't help it, the dream had always been a powerful sexual memory, and to wake up to find her flesh and blood lover making her dreams reality…

The sensations of Sheldon above her were irresistible. She gave in to something she had wanted for a long time. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him onto her body. He let out a surprised "Oomph", but continued to enthusiastically kiss her. He rolled off of her so he wouldn't crush her and landed in the middle of her bed, lips never leaving each others. His hands departed her face and hair and slowly made their way down to her breasts. He hesitated a split second before running his thumb over an erect nipple. Amy let out a low groan at the sheer pleasure coursing through her. Sheldon's fingers continued to roll her nipple as she slowly began to realize that this was wrong.

Amy felt that there wasn't much fight left in her as she reluctantly began shaking off the wonderful sensations of her boyfriend's fingers and lips. Damnit damnit damnit! We can't do this. Before he could react she had sprung up from the bed, leaving Sheldon abandoned and frustrated. She was panting and backing away from the bed as she kept a wary eye on the disappointed physicist. "Sheldon, I told you we cannot do this. You are not yourself and I promised you I would not let you do anything foolish under the effects of this medicine."

Sheldon bounded out of bed with an agility she wouldn't have expected. He gave her a saucy look and shook his head at her, advancing towards her. "Amy, Amy, Amy. I know you want this, I know I want this. Isn't this what you have been telling me over and over again that you need me to do? I love you, and I want to show you just how much I do."

Amy didn't know at first what jolted her more, the declaration of "I love you" or running into the doorjamb that cracked the back of her skull. The "I love you" won. She maneuvered around the door frame and backed slowly into the living room, Sheldon slowly following her. "Y-y-y-you love me?"

"Of course I do. I've loved you for a long time. I've just been too afraid to admit it to myself let alone you. But it's perfectly clear now. Just like something you mentioned a few years ago. Now why don't you let me take that nightgown off and kiss you in a place you've never been kissed before, and I don't mean Salt Lake City!"

Of course now he understood what that meant, at this most inopportune time. Amy's knees wobbled then and she stumbled, but caught herself on the couch. "Shel-Sheldon, I'm going to have to ask you to leave right now." She didn't sound very convincing.

He slowly shook his head at her and shrugged. "I'm sorry Amy. That's not possible…yet."

Amy had circled the couch and was headed back towards her hallway, and her bedroom. Damn! "Wh-why not?"

Sheldon gave her a dark, intense look and answered in his twangy Texan voice. "I swore to myself when I arrived here, that I wouldn't stop pleasuring you until your legs were shaking uncontrollably and your neighbors know my name."

Amy stopped dead in her tracks mouth agape, eyes wide. He closed the gap between them slowly, their eyes locked together. Now he had her, now she was his. He raised his hand up to caress her hair, when she heard her phone ring in the bedroom. It broke the mesmerizing gaze he had on her just enough to startle her into motion. She dashed to the bedroom and grabbed her phone looking at the number. It was her friend Robert; she wasn't expecting a call this soon. She answered the phone with a shaky "Hello, Robert."

Sheldon had thought she was done with her silly objections, when her damn phone rang. He stalked into the bedroom in time to hear her greet a "Robert". Sheldon immediately became incensed. Amy had never mentioned Robert before. Why was he calling his woman? He'll soon make her forget all men but himself. He walked over to her and started to rub the small of her back and kiss her shoulder through the flannel. She didn't say much on the phone, just uh huh a few times and OK. She was faced away from him and he couldn't make out her expression. He heard her say goodbye to the caller.

His hands fastened around her waist so she couldn't get away again. He lifted her hair off her shoulder and started to suck on the side of her neck, as she let out a soft groan. He was pleased she wasn't trying to escape anymore, chasing her was getting tedious. Sheldon muttered "Does this mean you're done running away from me?" as Amy leaned into his lips and tilted her head over to give him more access.

"Yes Sheldon. I'm yours."

Her words were like a soothing balm on his itchy brain. "Now you're being reasonable." One thing was still bothering him, so he reluctantly tore his lips away from her sweet neck, the jealousy rising. "So who is this Robert?"

"Mmmmm. That feels great. He's a friend of mine from way back. He works in a 24 hour laboratory."

Sheldon began to renew his attack on her neck. He then tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. "What did he want?"

Amy turned around to face him, eyes half closed with bliss. She gazed at his lips and captured them swiftly with her own. As they broke apart he almost forgot he had asked a question. When she began sucking on his neck, he totally forgot. It was when he went back to tasting her delicate throat when she answered. "Remember last night, uhhhh, when I said I made a quick stop on the way to my apartment last night. Oh, that feels so good Sheldon. I dropped… one of those pills you ingested at the lab for analysis. Oh yeah, right there, ohhh. Before we continue Sheldon, I need to tell you one little important thing."

Sheldon had started to work at unfastening the collar buttons of her nightgown. In between kisses on her now exposed shoulder he murmured "Hmm?"

She grabbed the sides of his head and tilted it up to look her square in the eyes. She gave him an incredibly sexy smile and said one tiny earth shattering word.

"Placebo."

A/N:Ah, the placebo effect. Now that both Amy and Sheldon knows that he got all hot and bothered by ingesting a glorified tic tac will he:

a. Freak out.

b. Have coitus with Amy.

c. Deny all this ever happened

d. Declare his love again for the beautiful Amy Farrah Fowler and turn her apartment into a temple of the senses.

e. Thank Amy for being a true girlfriend and not taking advantage of him.

f. All of the above.

g. None of the above.

All will be revealed in the next (and last) chapter. Thanks for reading, reviews welcome.