A/N: Thank you so much again Hazelra7 and ShAmy4eva and for all your wonderful reviews!
CalTech, Biology department, May 27th 2015, 11:55 a.m.
After their nighttime 'encounter', unlike the day before, Amy hadn't received any text messages at all from Sheldon. At first she thought he was embarrassed and would never speak of it again, but then she realized if that were the case, with his brutal, child-like honesty and tendency to take everything literally he would have told her about feeling embarrassed. Thus, she concluded after his much needed 'release of tension' that she simply wasn't on his mind at the moment. Though he had told her he would like to repeat it in person, she feared that might just have been the endorphins talking.
She was a bit sad about it because it still felt surreal – come on, in which universe would Sheldon Cooper have phone sex with her – and having him acknowledge it would at least convince her that it had actually happened. She hoped it wasn't like Pon Farr with him, needing to wait seven years for their next experience of that kind. As this thought struck her, she knew that she really did need to stop watching those Star Trek movies.
As lunchtime approached, Amy got ready to grab a bite to eat. She was still confused and not really hungry, but she would regret it later if her blood glucose level turned too low in the afternoon to concentrate on her work. She had just hung up her lab coat and was about to leave when the lab door opened and Sheldon entered without knocking. He locked the door behind him and was suddenly standing very close to her, watching her intently. As Amy took in his appearance, she thought he looked… slightly crazy, for lack of a better expression. But no, his mother had him tested, she mentally corrected herself, perhaps manic was more fitting. There was something… off, his hair was disheveled and an intense glare in his eyes was directed at her.
"I know what you're doing, and it's working!" He said hoarsely, slowly backing her into a corner, ogling her like his prey.
"I… I have no idea what you're talking about," Amy stuttered, completely at a loss as to what he might be getting at, but still strangely thrilled by his demeanor.
"Oh, really," he said, standing so near to her now that she could feel the heat permeating from his body. "You and your bag of neurological tricks… because that's it exactly… talking about it…" He was using their height difference to his advantage, practically towering over her now. He raised a hand and let a strand of her hair slowly glide through his fingers, fascinated by the soft texture and inhaling the faint apple scent of her shampoo.
"Everything was fine and under control until you made me talk about my feelings. Just look what happened last night. And now I can't get you out of my head. Oh, I tried. I tried so hard this morning, reciting pi and Euler's constant, solving integrals in my head, but the numbers kept floating together into your shape. I even went down to engineering to talk about Wolowitz's waste disposal system, but though he was boring, for some reason the curves of the unit reminded me of your enticing posterior. I couldn't start sexting you again, because then, like yesterday, I wouldn't be able to stop. You made me promise to tell you, it's in the Relationship Agreement, so I had to come over now," he finished in a rough voice, his hand slowly sinking down from her hair again as he watched her face intently.
"Sheldon… I had no idea how this might… evolve… when I asked you to, uhm… inform me about feelings related to me," Amy said haltingly, her eyes captured by his gaze. He hadn't really touched her – yet – but she could feel him all around her, making her heart beat faster by the minute. "I don't know… I thought, uhm… perhaps once or twice a day… there might be an errant thought about me," she finished meekly.
He snorted and shook his head. "Well, I knew it was more, but I hadn't counted it… until now. I'm lost, I don't know how I can get through the day anymore feeling like this," and with that he took the final step towards her, pressing his body into hers.
Amy gasped at the full-body contact and the sudden hardness pressing into her lower abdomen. Why hadn't she noticed it before? She must have been too busy being enraptured by his gaze.
At the sight of her parted lips Sheldon couldn't take it anymore and captured her lips with his own, his tongue seeking entrance hungrily while his hands moved down her body, grabbing her bottom while he pressed her against the wall.
After a moment of shock, Amy eagerly reciprocated the kiss, her tongue slowly swirling around his and her eyes rolling back into her head. Her hands came up to his head, holding him in place with her thumbs softly stroking his cheeks. As if the heated kiss wasn't enough to arouse her, he then started to grind into her deliberately, first slowly, but soon turning faster and more erratically, causing a pool of moisture to gather between her legs and a dull ache building deep within her.
Sheldon broke the kiss to trail his lips to the jugular vein on her neck, softly nibbling and sucking there, making Amy writhe in pleasure as she softly started to moan into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. Amy's hands hadn't been idle in the meantime, and she was kneading his buttocks not too gently now, pulling him in tighter and undulating her hips against him, desperately trying to relieve the tension that was building up inside her.
As he realized how close he was already, Sheldon suddenly took in his surroundings and Amy writhing against him – to get away as he thought. He broke their contact and stumbled back, leaning against the door to gather his composure although he was desperately aching for release now.
Amy groaned in frustration, but he misunderstood. "Amy, I'm so sorry," he panted. "I… I'm practically ravishing you… I haven't even asked you if you want this… I'm out of control, I shouldn't be around you like this," he stammered.
"Oh, quite the contrary," Amy said hoarsely. "Couldn't you see that I was enjoying myself? Because I was… a lot. This is exactly how I want you to be around me," she winked at him. Then she grabbed some wipes from the towel distributor near the door and backed him up against the wall, reversing their roles, a sly smile on her lips now.
Sheldon gulped as he watched her approach him. She ran a hand through his hair and pulled his head towards her until he could feel her hot breath on his ear. "Now, we don't want to make a mess here," Amy whispered and slowly nibbled on his earlobe, eliciting a moan from him. "So I propose you'll just close your eyes and let me take care of you," she continued in a deep voice while her hands moved down his shirts, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch as she approached her goal.
Sheldon was panting heavily, his eyes tightly closed and his hands clenched in fists as her dexterous fingers opened the button of his trousers and she slowly slid down the zipper. Before she could reach inside, she heard his voice, very low, "Please… I want to watch," as if he needed her permission to open his eyes again.
"Of course," she said. "I just thought it would be easier for you this way… to let go," she finished, licking her lips as she saw his darkened eyes slowly opening.
He moaned as she slowly pulled down his briefs. He watched his erection finally springing free from its confinements and then being engulfed in her soft warm hand. "That won't be a problem at all," he groaned as they both saw him twitching in her hand, "I'm more afraid this might be over all too soon…"
"Oh my, you must be very happy to see me indeed, Doctor Cooper," she said in a low seductive voice. She recalled her knowledge about male nerve endings from her biology textbooks and stroked him up and down slowly, applying soft pressure to the underside, then swirling her thumb around his sensitive tip, spreading the moisture that had gathered there already. "Do you like it?" She asked earnestly, still not able to believe that he was actually letting her touch him in such an intimate way.
"Oh yes… just like that… don't stop," he moaned, enraptured by watching her little hand moving faster on him with just the right amount of pressure.
"Oh no… so close, getoutoftheway," he slurred the last words, trying to warn her as she pumped him harder and faster, but Amy was unrelenting – and she was prepared, catching his mess in the tissues she was holding.
"Wow, you thought of everything," he finally said with a dazed smile, getting properly dressed again as Amy disposed of the wipes. "Uhm… would you like me to… reciprocate the favor?" He asked, looking her up and down, taking in her heaving chest, flushed cheeks and dilated pupils – it looked like her kissy face, but more pronounced… that must be her 'aroused face', he thought.
"Oh, uhm… thank you for asking…, but I think we've stretched our luck of not getting caught enough… perhaps another time and place?" She asked hopefully.
"Oh you're right, of course! I can't believe we've violated the relationship agreement by not being in our apartments," Sheldon shook his head in wonder. "Uhm… I'll be going to the comic book store with the guys today… would you like to come over later? We could eat together," he proposed.
"I'd love to," Amy smiled at him shyly. "Concerning food… I'd really need some lunch now. Would you like to join me?"
"Mh-hm," he nodded and leaned in to kiss her quickly, taking her in his arms. When they broke apart, he shook his head. "This has not gotten easier… I still want to kiss and touch you… how will I be able to make it through the day? I can't let my life be ruled by my endocrine system!"
"Look, Sheldon, you don't need to text me every instant you feel something about me, alright? With your eidetic memory you can save it all and tell me in the evenings, perhaps it's less distracting than during the day," Amy suggested.
"Okay," he nodded. "But I still have the problem that I remember our recent… encounters… extremely vividly… It's like a vicious circle… It hasn't been on my mind before… well, that much… but now I'm craving for more… " Sheldon explained haltingly.
Amy wanted to jump around in joy at his words, but tried to suppress a smile. She didn't want him to think she was mocking him. It was just too cute having him act this way around her finally, getting him to admit that he did desire her. "Don't worry, I've survived it for quite some time now… you won't be feeling like this all the time," she tried to reassure him, as she unlocked the door and grabbed her purse on the way out.
"You're sure about this?" He mumbled, watching her ample posterior sway before him as they exited the lab.
A/N: I have borrowed the idea of Amy being prepared with tissues from "The data compilation" by RJ1013, you should read that story, it's cute and funny and hot!:-)