A/N: Thank you so much again everyone that has reviewed or favorited my story, it means a lot to me! And of course many thanks again to my dear betas Hazelra7 and ShAmy4eva! This is a bit longer than the previous chapters, but I couldn't cut it in half:-)
Stuart's comic book store, May 27th 2015, 5:47 p.m.
Later that day after work the guys went directly to the comic book store to have a look at the latest releases. As they were browsing through the books, both Raj and Howard mentioned that Emily and Bernadette were working late.
"I know, why don't you all come over? We can grab something to eat on the way and have some good ol' Halo night. We haven't done this in ages!" suggested Leonard.
Sheldon looked at him in shock. "No, we can't!" He said quickly, his voice rising. Three pairs of blank eyes greeted him, confused as usual, and he knew he would need to elaborate further. "Well, Amy's coming over." Though their blank expressions did not change, he had no intention of going into further detail. He turned to Leonard. "You said you were heading over to Penny's tonight! And excuse me, but 'ages' is a highly inappropriate and inaccurate time unit. For your information, our last Halo night took place 91 days ago."
"Whatever," Leonard shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway, we changed our sleepover to tomorrow. Penny has an early assignment at work in the morning – at least by her standards – so we decided that I would sleep at 4A tonight as I am still living there on and off."
"I'm sorry to say, Leonard, but you're close to a strike. You cannot change your plans just as you like without giving me prior notice," Sheldon scolded him.
"Excuse me, but I have just given you notice," Leonard answered, patient as always. "I thought you'd be pleased to have me move out with turtle speed so that you could get used to the idea of me leaving. And come to think of it, I don't remember you telling me about your date tonight with Amy."
"Yeah, and it's not even date night," Howard chimed in, an evil smile starting to spread over his face. "What are you guys up to?" He chuckled together with Raj about his lame joke.
"Yeah, dude, why don't you want us around? Are you finally trying to get into Amy's pants?" Raj laughed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sheldon said, his eye starting to twitch. Though he had used the space pants expression himself, he preferred to feign ignorance. "Amy hardly ever wears pants, and if she did, it would be highly uncomfortable for two people trying to fit in there."
"Give the man a rest," Leonard chuckled good-heartedly. "He's probably just got some Sheldonly romantic evening planned, talking about his new comic books, making condescending comments about Amy's work and culminating in sitting around in silence for hours."
"That's an adequate description," Sheldon agreed eagerly, glad that Leonard didn't add to the mocking comments of the others even though he had witnessed their previous night's make-out session. "We merely intended to continue… a discussion… we had at work today," he explained, trying – and failing – to get his eye twitching back under control. Luckily for him, the others weren't paying attention anymore but scanning the comic books instead. Oh, why hadn't he thought of meeting at Amy's place? But he couldn't change their plans now without the guys getting suspicious.
"So it'll be just our gang and Amy tonight, yay… " Leonard said, trying to sound enthusiastic about Amy joining them, but not looking forward to her dissecting the fun out of their video games.
"Alright, but just dinner, no Halo…" Sheldon said, hoping to get rid of them earlier if they just stayed to eat. "Oh here I go compromising again," he muttered as he started to text Amy about the change of plans.
Amy was nervously pacing around at home, thinking about the coming evening. Following their recent lunch-time activities she was almost having second thoughts. Not that she minded seeing Sheldon's bathing suit parts, quite the contrary, they were very aesthetically pleasing and obviously fully functional as well. And honestly, what could possibly go wrong with giving a hand job – she had obviously managed splendidly despite her complete lack of practical experience.
While Amy was now confident in her ability to pleasure Sheldon, the thought of Sheldon trying to pleasure her – well that was a completely different matter. Not only was she anxious about exposing herself to him, she feared that it would be awkward and embarrassing having to give him hints about which parts to touch and how. Unlike men, it took women much longer to reach completion, but would he know this? She remembered the first time she had tried it herself – she had become intrigued after the 128 orgasms achieved by electronic stimulation of the pleasure centers of her brain. After over half an hour of circling, rubbing and stroking she had fallen asleep during her endeavors. As a result of this, she had thought that way didn't work for her at all. It was only when she found out about the double benefit of possessing an electrical toothbrush that it started to get easier, but even then – she had never actually felt lubricated during these ventures on her own.
Strangely however, when they had had their sexy phone call and during his surprise visit to her lab today these concerns hadn't been a problem at all. She had felt extremely aroused… but on each instant… well, she went away empty-handed, so to speak. Also she had immensely enjoyed the kiss she had initiated yesterday evening, but then on each occasion she had acted on impulse. Therefore she feared this long overdue reciprocated pleasure feast might only work if it wasn't planned so that she couldn't start analyzing it and getting nervous. She wanted to tell Sheldon about her anxieties, being sure that he would at least appreciate her honesty. But how could this unplanned session be achieved… Should she simply ask him to surprise her with a phone call from another room when she was at his apartment or ask him to pin her against the wall without prior warning? Then what if Sheldon found the whole experience too tedious and got bored? Or was simply appalled by all these bodily fluids?
So Amy was actually relieved when she received his text message: 'Amy. I'm sorry, but Leonard invited the guys over for dinner tonight. I couldn't tell them why I would prefer your company alone, and being absent would arouse suspicions. I hope you're still coming.'
'I'd love to come. Pun intended?' She replied without thinking, then she shook her head at her 'big mouth', but the message had been sent. It was as if her fingers had a mind of their own typing the message while her prefrontal cortex was timidly hiding in a corner behind the nucleus accumbens which was eagerly waiting for her next Sheldon fix to release more dopamine. Her only relief was that of course Sheldon wouldn't get it.
There were a few minutes of silence, then she finally received his reply: 'Good Lord, stop sexting me woman, I'm still at the comic book store!'
Amy read the message with large eyes, totally surprised at that response. Well, it would appear that her boyfriend was not as innocent as she thought after all. But she really needed to be honest with him. 'Sorry. I'm rather nervous actually. Although my fingers were eagerly texting you, my mind's not quite there yet. Perhaps it's good to have some chaperons tonight.'
This time the answer came faster. 'Don't worry about that. Leonard changed his plans and will be sleeping here tonight. So it's really just dinner. And now stop making me think of you inappropriately.'
Amy grinned widely as she typed her answer. It was fun to be getting more glimpses of this part of his mind which had always been so carefully locked away from her before. 'Alright. Call me when you're ordering food.'
Amy arrived at 2311 Los Robles at the same time as the guys and Sheldon suddenly yearned to kiss her as she greeted him with a soft smile, but following Howard's, "Hey Sheldon, don't you want to greet your girlfriend properly" – as he waggled his eyebrows, Sheldon settled for nodding at her and a simple "Hello Amy."
Then being the southern gentleman that he was, Sheldon let her go first as they went up the stairs, but instantly regretted it as he tried to concentrate on not watching her alluring posterior swaying in front of him. The whole situation was distracting enough as it was.
They were having pizza – for Leonard without cheese of course. Amy had offered Sheldon a slice of her vegetable one in return for one of his mushroom slices. Amy's pizza looked very appetizing with all the different kind of vegetables closely hunched together. Although no one else was allowed to touch his food, he secretly loved trading with her and tonight had even refrained from ordering his preferred prosciutto-funghi version because Amy was not too fond of eating meat. 'The things one does for love,' he mused, but it was well worth it as he watched her sparkling eyes and her warm smile when she realized that he hadn't chosen his favorite pizza just so they could trade.
However, his thoughts became dramatically less chaste as he raised her slice to his lips, a piece of artichoke fell down and Amy instinctively reached out to catch it, but she was too late and it had landed with her hand in his lap. His sharp inhale made the rest of the gang completely aware of the situation 'in hand' as well.
Several things happened at the same time. Raj whistled and Howard grinned, "Bold move, Amy," while Leonard nearly choked on his pizza, coughed and said in a panicky voice, "We don't touch Sheldon like that," with Raj retorting to Leonard, "Perhaps you don't!"
Amy froze for a second, realizing where her hand was before hastily retreating with the artichoke. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she mumbled, in her discomposure frantically trying to remedy the situation and doing the only thing that would make it even worse: "Oh no, there's a stain, here let me help you with that," she babbled, grabbing a napkin and softly rubbing it against his groin.
Sheldon yelped and sprung up, shielding his sensitive parts with his hands. "You've helped enough, I've got it," he said in a high-pitched voice, hurriedly retreating to his room.
Amy still sat in her spot, bent forward with her hair hiding her reddened face. The guys remained silent and continued to eat, not wanting to add to her embarrassment by commenting or teasing her, while Amy anxiously waited for Sheldon to return wondering what was taking him so long.
Eventually, Amy announced that she was going after him.
"Hey, you know we were just making fun, right?" Raj hastened to assure her. She nodded and got up. Leonard added sincerely, "Good luck with Sheldon, you know you have to take your time with him," and Howard added, "Just tell him his pizza is getting cold." She had to smile at their endeavors to help but was nervous about the state he might be in right now.
Amy knocked and spoke to him softly through the closed door, "Sheldon, I'm so sorry, I panicked. I didn't mean to touch your penis and scrotum. Please, may I come in?"
After a moment of silence, she heard footsteps approaching. "Are you alone?" A cautious voice demanded.
"Yes. The guys are still busy with their pizzas. They seem to be enjoying the silence, but I was starting to get worried about you," Amy replied.
"Alright. It's not like you haven't seen it before," Sheldon said sheepishly while he opened the door. He had changed into new pants, but there was no hiding his not-so-small problem. Amy unconsciously licked her lips at the sight, making him groan in frustration as he felt some twitching at her reaction.
"Stop it already, you're not helping here," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Amy was still amazed at how much he seemed to be affected by her. "Come on, let's get rid of it together," she proposed as she entered his room and closed the door. She then turned to look at Sheldon who was standing three feet away from her in front of his bed, his jaw having dropped at her statement.
"Seriously, woman? Your mother should have had you tested as well! We can't do this with our friends out there. For goodness sake, I already owe you two orgasms, this is worse than gift-giving," he exclaimed exasperated.
Amy blushed. So he was aware that she had been left hanging during their phone call last night. However, she felt obliged to update him. "Only one, okay? I took care of it after our phone call. But will you keep it down?" She tried to hush him, terrified that the others might overhear their talk.
"That's what I've been trying to do, Miss Smarty Pants," he told her, looking down at his predicament. "By the way, talking about our phone call is highly contra productive!"
"I meant to keep your voice down! And I wasn't talking about touching you, but finding a way to help you calm down," Amy hastened to explain.
"Oh," Sheldon said in a slightly disappointed tone. "Well, good luck with that when you're standing there so near to me," he mumbled.
"Let's put on our thinking caps, shall we?" Amy stated in an earnest voice, secretly thrilled that he had yet again implicitly confessed his non-platonic feelings towards her.
"I love it when you talk like that," Sheldon admitted in a low voice, biting his lower lip.
"Now it is you that is not making it easy here," Amy said, distracted by imagining her own teeth nibbling there instead of his. She leaned back against the door, lost in thought.
"I'm not making it easy?" Sheldon asked incredulously while his eyes roamed over her body.
Amy chose to ignore his comment and finally came up with an idea to cool him down. "How about that time you unexpectedly visited your mother…" she started, thinking of that tidbit of information she got from Bernadette on girl's night. She could still see Penny leering at her and telling her that this might work wonders on Sheldon's inhibitions as he found his own mother definitely not practicing what she had been preaching, and Bernadette had hooed in that high voice of hers in excitement. Amy had just shaken her head at her friends' tomfoolery as they surely didn't know Sheldon as well as she did if they even considered such a thing. However, her assessment on how well she knew her boyfriend had definitely changed recently. Nevertheless, remembering how he caught his mother in the act surely should calm him down now, she thought.
"I really don't care to think about that incident right now. Not helping," Sheldon said watching her lips while she spoke.
This had not gone exactly as she had planned. But Amy wasn't called a genius for nothing. "Then tell me about your tree fort," she suggested.
"All I can think of is what we would do in the fort," Sheldon replied instantly.
Amy's mind raced. Physics, that's it… he loved physics, right? "Well, what did you achieve at work today?" She asked.
"Oh, you know all too well that all the equations kept molding into your shape… and now that's led me to thinking about the lunch break in your lab today… Good Lord, Amy, you're really bad at this!"
Amy was strangely thrilled being called bad by him. However, surely it couldn't be so difficult to come up with a topic to distract him. What else did he like… "Okay, I've got it! Have you already decided whether to watch the new Flash TV series?"
"I'm still waiting for your opinion on the matter. No, not helpful, I'm still thinking about you…"
Come on Amy, this can't be so hard, she chided herself. "Tell me about your favorite train, then," she said, quite proud with herself for coming up with this. He could go on for hours about the specifications. She had a mastermind indeed, she thought, smiling smugly at him.
"Oh really, Amy? Making me think about our Valentine's trip and how your lips tasted like the brownie we had for dessert? Is this your best shot?" He asked, shaking his head at her.
Amy was dumbfounded. It had seemed like such a great idea. "Uhm… then you could imagine Rajesh and Howard with that Sailor Moon girl at Comic Con," she tried again, having heard that story from Howard some time ago. This was something that didn't involve her and Sheldon, and from what she imagined, this must have been quite appalling, at least for Sheldon.
Sheldon had heard enough of it. "Good grief, why are all your examples about sex? And now I'm thinking about the comic book store. That was torture this prevening," he said, taking a step towards her. "While we were there, Koothrappali made a joke about getting into your pants – not him, but me of course – which caused me to wonder whether you'd still be wearing your tight jeans skirt tonight – and FYI, I was right but that doesn't help with my current state." He was close enough to touch her now, and he reached out placing both hands on her hips as he did when he was about to kiss her, feeling the fabric of her skirt. Amy held her breath at his proximity, looking up into his eyes.
"And as per our new agreement I shall now continue to list the Amy-related feelings I have experienced. After that comment from Koothrappali, Leonard then described our romantic evening as sitting silently around for hours which does have a certain appeal but made me think again about what I had planned to do to you." His voice was getting deeper by the end of the sentence while his thumbs drew small circles on her hips. It was just a tiny motion, but all she could think of right now were his fingers caressing her as her heart began to beat faster.
But Sheldon wasn't done explaining. His deepened voice had also caused an increase in Amy's breathing frequency. "Then I drifted off to that book Leonard and Penny gave me and next thing was your text message that you'd love to come, which only succeeded in keeping me in a state of semi-arousal until we reached the pizzeria where I distracted myself and entertained the guys with the history of how all the different vegetables on your pizza became cultivated."
He gulped, and then continued hoarsely, "Then we reached home and I saw you. I wanted to kiss you so badly, but couldn't, only then to be further frustrated by your alluring posterior wiggling around in front of me as we walked up the stairs knowing that it would be totally inappropriate to touch it in public." He took another small step towards her. Though his body was still not touching her yet, she could feel the heat radiating from him just as she had earlier today when he had come to her lab. Now as he talked about her posterior, his hands had moved from her hips round to her bottom and were now resting there. Amy was glad for the door supporting her from behind as her knees had suddenly become weak.
"I finally thought I was regaining control when you seemed to be happy about my pizza choice to enable us to trade, and it gave me such a warm comfortable feeling, just being around you... but then all of a sudden you were rubbing my groin and I couldn't take it anymore."
At these words he took another step, closing the distance between them. Amy could now feel his entire body against her, and his hands had a firm grip on her bottom as he pressed his arousal into her. "Amyyy… Help me please… I don't care that the others are close anymore," he whispered into her ear.
Any weak remnants of objection Amy might have had had now entirely vanished at his full body contact and his hot humid breath in her ear.
"Okay… I will help you, but you have to keep quiet," she said, finally moving into action as her hands stroked up and down his back, keeping him close to her.
"Oh, I know a way to accomplish that," he said, hungrily covering her lips with his own. He shortly broke the kiss, rasping "Hold on to my neck now," and as Amy complied he devoured her mouth again and lifted her up using the door for support, his hands never leaving her bottom. Amy eagerly hung on for the ride, her skirt riding up her thighs and her ankles instinctively hooked up behind his back – he started to dry-hump her, his tongue mirroring the thrusts of his hips.
Sheldon was overwhelmed by feeling Amy all around him even though they were still fully clothed. He could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo and her lips… somehow they tasted differently each time he kissed her. They were a bit spicy like the pizza they had started to eat, but mingled with some kind of Amy essence he wasn't able to quantify yet. He couldn't get enough of cataloguing all these different Amy tastes in his mind. He wondered how he could have lived without this for so long, denying himself and Amy this intense pleasure of being together.
Amy was thrilled by his actions; her last coherent thought was that only their clothes separated them from actually making love right now. She was enveloped by the scent of his skin, smelling of baby powder mixed with his own scent which she had tried to figure out for so long to put it on Rice Sheldon but hadn't succeeded. Then as he began to hit her in just the right spot and she was really starting to enjoy herself, she felt him shudder against her, break their kiss and moan into her neck as he rode out his climax. Groaning in frustration she slid down him, standing again on wobbly legs with her hands still grasping his shoulders for support as the Flash sprung to mind, the fastest man alive indeed.
"Oh dear, I guess I need new pants again," Sheldon sighed, then he looked at Amy and saw her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils and heavy breathing, realizing she most probably hadn't reached completion. He gently smoothed out a strand of her hair, thinking of what to say. "Uhm… I think I owe you twice already as you decided to not count the phone call… do you want me to, uhm…" he stuttered, not quite sure how to ask the question.
Amy had to smile at his comment. Of course he would count and try to even the score. "Don't worry, Sheldon. I'm quite used to being affected by you and uhm… having to take care of it on my own," she said blushing. "It's not a contest, you know?"
"But that's not fair," he said, then after thinking for a moment he added, "Amy. Can I stay with you tonight?"
A/N: So poor Amy is still left hanging… but we will get there, I promise!