A/N: Thank you so much for your continued interest in this story, and to Hazelra7 and ShAmy4eva for beta-reading! This chapter is a bit longer again, but Amy deserved it.
Amy's car, Pasadena to Glendale, May 27th 2015, 8:43 p.m.
The ride to Glendale started in silence. Sheldon looked out of the window lost in thoughts. Suddenly he said, "Amy. When I told Koothrappali earlier that there was no Flash involved in my room you said, 'you don't say'. I'm not an expert in figures of speech, but I've learned that this expression can be used to express sarcasm. Is this correct, and if yes, why did you say it?"
Amy sighed. Of course he wouldn't forget it. "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry, Sheldon. I was a bit frustrated at that moment, but I guess more at myself than at you."
Amy's eyes were fixed on the road ahead as Sheldon looked at her face trying to get her meaning. "I still don't understand. I'm not wearing the Flash t-shirt and I hadn't made another comment about him. Please elaborate."
"Okay… the Flash is extremely fast… and, well… I'm not," Amy replied haltingly.
Sheldon nodded. This he understood. "Obviously. But you shouldn't compare yourself to a comic book hero if that is what is bothering you?"
Amy sighed again. She should know by now that she had to be blunt with Sheldon. After all that's what worked best with him. "Sheldon. This comment was about you obviously having no problems, uhm… reaching orgasm very fast… with me tugging along as usual, trying to keep up… and failing. I guess this has always been a sore spot for me. It takes extremely long for me… but up to now, this hasn't been that much of a problem, because no one knew or cared…"
"Oh," Sheldon said, understanding dawning on him. "Good that I asked, I would never have guessed that myself." He looked her up and down. "Uhm… I thought we had already established that I am looking forward to taking my time exploring all the desirable parts of your body…" he trailed off, lost in thoughts again.
"Oh boy," Amy said, not daring to ask him for further elaboration. She still had to get them home safely after all.
When they had arrived at Amy's apartment, Sheldon asked her, "Amy. You know how I feel about cleanliness. Would you mind taking a shower before we start?"
Direct and to the point, Amy thought. "Uhm, sure, fine. Make yourself comfortable in the meantime, okay? You could test the waterbed, make sure that you won't get nauseous…"
Amy came back from her shower into her room, clad only in a large towel and still brushing her hair, to see Sheldon waiting for her, sitting cross-legged on the left side of the bed closest to the TARDIS doors, wearing what she assumed were his Wednesday pajamas. He seemed to have found his spot already. His clothes were neatly folded on a nearby chair. Yes, she could get used to this sight.
Then her thoughts came back to her own attire. As she normally had no need to dress in the bathroom, she had forgotten to take her nightgown with her and was now wondering whether she should change here with Sheldon watching her, flee back to the bathroom, just wear her towel… or even simply drop it – she had no idea what the protocol was.
Sheldon gulped as she entered, taking in her bare arms and legs and how she brushed her long hair. Though Amy was encouraged by his reaction, she was extremely nervous, however Sheldon's question distracted her.
"Amy? How did you get this t-shirt from me, and why is covering a sack of rice?" He asked, holding the object up in front of her. "Boy, this is heavy, it's mass must be around fifty pounds."
A rosy hue crept upon her cheeks as she looked at both Sheldons in her bed. "Oh no, I forgot. This… is Rice Sheldon. Uhm… he's freshly dusted in baby powder once a week and… he helps me sleeping, I have had significantly less nightmares since he's around. I didn't know you would be coming over or I would have… uhm placed him elsewhere. Oh, and you don't need to worry, I've caught the mouse that used to be living inside. It had some fun time with me electronically stimulating its pleasure centers before I dissected its brain... But I digress. Uhm… the t-shirt… I had help from Penny. I once asked her to sneak in before your pre-soaking time to get me one of your older t-shirts, hoping you wouldn't miss it," Amy explained nervously as she held her towel, wondering what Sheldon would say to the theft of his shirt.
Sheldon nodded solemnly, remembering the day as he sat Rice Sheldon down on the floor next to the bed. "May the fourth, 2013. I was busy with Star Wars Day festivities and didn't pay as much attention to my Saturday laundry schedule as usual." He wanted to tell Amy that such a behavior was not okay and could not be tolerated, but she looked so cute, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes… perhaps he could make an exception… that t-shirt was really old and washed-out… she had even spared him the effort of making the decision to dispose of it… but Penny would definitely get a strike for her involvement! A small smile crept upon his lips as he watched Amy intently, how she had started to squirm, waiting for his reaction. "Ah, one mystery finally solved. Now," he said finally, patting the mattress to invite her to come closer and raising his eyebrows, "other mysteries still await me…"
Though relieved at Sheldon's reaction over the shirt, Amy's nervousness did not abate, and she suddenly had trouble breathing under the scrutiny of his eyes roaming all over her body. As she clutched her other hand to her chest, Sheldon became aware of her changed demeanor.
"Amy? Are you having a panic attack?" He asked anxiously, getting up to hold her arm for support.
Amy felt slightly dizzy and could only nod. Sheldon instantly got into 'booboo and ouchie' mode. "Here, lie down with your feet elevated," he said as he led her to 'his side' of the bed. He sat down at the foot end with Amy to his left. As she reclined with some difficulty, still gripping the towel, trying not to show all her business, he placed her legs on his lap so that they were elevated. His hands were then resting by his side again, trying not to make any movement that might not be compliant with the current situation.
Amy managed to breathe a bit more calmly again, but now it was Sheldon who inhaled sharply as he became fully aware of the warmth of Amy's legs resting on top of his own, giving him a lot of naked skin to look at. While Amy's breath slowly returned to normal and she felt more at ease again, Sheldon sat there still staring at her legs. Why hadn't he thought of placing Rice Sheldon under her legs, that would have been much less tempting, he thought.
"Amy, please… may I…" he then asked in a rough voice.
"Yes?" She answered tentatively, wondering what was going through his head again. Did he need to get up now? It felt so cozy; she didn't want him to move.
"I want to touch your legs so badly," he confessed in a low voice. Then as an afterthought he added, "Have you finished your panic attack?" He wasn't sure what he wanted to do was still in line with 'booboo and ouchie' mode. He would never confess it, but he didn't have the slightest hint of a plan. Yes, he had told Amy he wanted to take his time with her and asked her to shower, but he didn't really know what to do. All he could focus on were those tempting legs in front of him.
Amy looked at him with large eyes, not believing her ears at first. "Yes," she finally nodded. "Please… go on… I'm all yours," she nearly whispered the last part. When she felt his feather-light touch, Amy had to giggle. "That tickles," she grinned at him.
"Oh. I can change that," Sheldon said earnestly but with a hint of a smile. He began stroking her calves more deliberately, fascinated by her smooth silky skin. Amy was glad she had had the foresight to have shaved that morning, but then she stopped thinking completely and let his hands work their magic.
Sheldon took his time, memorizing every spot on her skin, both with his eyes and his hands as with slow strokes he sensually caressed her calves, then moved down to her ankles and further on towards her feet. He smiled as her toes started to wiggle slightly under his ministrations. He treated her to a kind of foot reflexology, thoroughly kneading all parts of her feet, starting at her heels and then moving on towards the balls of her feet, all the time performing small circular motions with his thumbs as Amy sighed contently. Finally he turned his attention towards her toes, massaging each individual toe to their tips. Amy had closed her eyes in the meantime, losing herself in the feel of his hands on her.
After a while Sheldon began to move his hands upwards again, drawing large circles over her calves. He now watched her face intently, searching for cues if she liked it. Her eyes were closed and he hoped that she wasn't bored. However as he reached her knees and it was apparent that he intended to continue in the direction he had started, Amy's eyes flew open again. His first thought was that it was a good sign, at least he had her attention again. They looked into each other's eyes which had both darkened by now; then Amy's breath hitched as his hands caressed the outsides of her thighs until he reached the rim of her towel. His hands had now reached the spot they had been when they were making out on their anniversary, only this time there were no clothes separating them from her soft skin. Sheldon licked his lips in anticipation as he continued to move his hands further to the insides of her thighs applying slow circular motions with his thumbs, but then he stopped.
"Why did you stop?" Amy asked in confusion. Was that really her own voice, she thought sounding so throaty and out of breath all of a sudden.
"I noticed an increase of your breathing frequency of approximately a factor of 1.3, and I was worried that you might be entering into panic mode again," Sheldon explained in a rough voice himself, keeping his hands still on her.
Amy sighed. "Sheldon, I'm not panicking. Quite the opposite. I'm enjoying your ministrations… very much so."
Sheldon bit his lip as understanding dawned on him. "Oh. Then why are your body responses so similar? This is really confusing… and rather unfair I might add. As agreed, I tell you all feelings related to you, although my arousal is physically very evident, but not vice versa. As I'm really not the best at reading body cues it would be highly appreciated if you could give me some hints as well."
"Won't that be too much hippie-dippy stuff?" Amy tried to postpone the inevitable. She still had to get used to baring her feelings to him after all these years trying to suppress them around him. On the other hand, that's what he'd succeeded in doing. Of course she knew he was very fond of talking, but not about his feelings. Yet here he was opening up to her both verbally and physically.
"Well, you started it. And you said earlier that we were in an equal relationship, so this is only fair," he argued.
"Okay…" Amy agreed. "Well, after you got over the tickling part, it started to be very relaxing – at first. The way you treated my feet felt so good. I never thought you would willingly touch me there, but that was probably due to the shower I took. I had to close my eyes to better concentrate on feeling your hands on my skin. Then as you started to move upwards again, in that torturously slow tempo, but still going on steadily in that direction, uhm… I became rather excited… When you reached my knees and seemed to have no intention on stopping… I had to look at your face again to see what you were doing. You looked so concentrated and curious with your eyes on my legs… intrigued even… as you touched my thighs… I don't know if my thoughts were appropriate, but it felt so erotic how you kept moving upwards, not being sure what goal you had in mind… Then you made these barely-there motions with your thumbs at the insides of my thighs sending bolts of pleasure to my core…"
"Alright, I get it, could you stop it already?" Sheldon groaned, interrupting her. His thumbs had started to move slightly on her legs again at her words as if they had a life of their own.
This man can be really frustrating, Amy thought. Just as she started to open up to him he had enough of it already? Well, he looked kind of flushed, but perhaps he was embarrassed by her words. "Sheldon, that's kind of rude. You just asked me to elaborate. Did you mean that?"
He looked down at her legs, averting her eyes. "Uhm, yes… However, I didn't take into account the effect it would be having on me," he managed to get out in a rough voice. "This should be about you this time. Now, where were we…" He looked back at her with darkened eyes.
Amy watched him surprised. She was still in denial about the effect she was having on him, especially after last night's phone call where he had obviously enjoyed her voice very much. Though only hearing him, and not being able to see him had been a strange experience for her. She felt much more confident now as she answered him with a smile. "You were caressing my legs and going to tell me more about these Amy-related feelings."
Sheldon blinked. "You're not making this easy for me, are you?"
"Probably not. But here's something else you might not be aware of. Uhm… it really turns me on hearing you talk about me like that and how I affect you… "Amy nodded, still smiling at him. Then in a small voice she added, "I've still got to come to terms with the fact that I'm able to affect you at all."
"Amy. If you still have any doubts about that, then move your right leg a bit closer to me," Sheldon said calmly.
Amy did as instructed, and a low 'hoo' escaped her lips as she made contact with his excitement. She began to grin mischievously and slowly rubbed her leg to and fro in his crotch. Sheldon bit his lip and closed his eyes briefly, reveling in the wonderful friction caused by his vixen, but he had to get himself together here.
"And now enough of that," he said hoarsely after a short time, grabbing her leg to keep her from tempting him further. However good it felt, it was unacceptable to get even more into her debt. "First of all, there seems to be no need to keep your feet elevated anymore." With that he turned towards her and moved her right leg over his left side so that he was now kneeling between her legs. Only the towel reaching down mid-thigh length prevented him from seeing all of her. Amy's breath hitched again as he started to caress her thighs with his thumbs moving in slow circles to the insides until he reached the rim of her towel.
Amy watched him intently and couldn't suppress a soft moan at the feeling of his large warm hands on her legs, moving torturously slow to where she desperately needed him now. Sheldon smiled at her reaction as he shortly looked up from her legs to her face, cataloguing it in his mind as 'pleased Amy sound', and he needed to hear more of it. Unfortunately there was this towel in the way of his hands, so finally Amy's lust-filled haze was penetrated by his voice.
"Amy. Would you mind removing your towel? Uhm, you surely don't want to get your bed all wet with it," he offered as a weak explanation for his bold question.
"Mmh, it might get wet nevertheless," she muttered, while a part of her brain was wondering where she got the courage from to talk to him like that. Sheldon blinked, and then his jaw dropped as he understood her meaning. He actually started to blush despite the situation they were already in, and Amy found it simply adorable to see him like that.
"I will accept your reasoning, but it's unfair that you're still fully clothed," she argued, not yet moving to help him as he continued to play with the rim of her towel at her thighs.
Sheldon gulped. Didn't she know all hell might break lose if he complied with her wishes as he was already fighting for control here? Probably not, so he'd have to explain, as usual. "Yes, but I want to pleasure you. If I'm naked as well, I know I'll be overwhelmed with all the skin contact and this will be over way too soon - again."
Amy gulped, still finding it hard to accept how much she affected Sheldon, however, she didn't want to give up that easily on finally seeing some eye candy. "Oh… right… but I would really love to see you as well," she explained earnestly. "Compromise: I'll lose the towel if you get rid of your pajama top," she said, raising her eyebrows in challenge.
Sheldon thought for a moment, it seemed rather harmless, considering what he'd get for it. "Deal," he said as he removed his top. Amy opened her towel and lifted her hips up to help him remove it.
Then he truly saw her for the first time in a non-sick related manner, and it was a good thing that Amy was already lying down, or she would have swooned at the sight of her bare-chested boyfriend licking his lips in anticipation as he revealed her body, unwrapping her like a present.
"My precious. You are so beautiful." Sheldon said in a low reverent voice. Amy had to smile as he brought Gollum into this, but for once she was pleased with his choice of words.
"Same here," she said, ogling him unashamedly. He had a much nicer chest, abs and biceps than his two-layered choice of shirts suggested. Mmh, she should try to incorporate bare-chested attire on date nights in the relationship agreement, but then he'd probably turn it back to equal rights and expect the same from her… which still might not be a bad thing, she thought.
Shaking her head slightly to get back to reality, she really was curious now. "How can one get such a nice body from playing video games? Have you been secretly working out?" The last part was meant as a joke, but as he blushed again and averted her eyes, she knew she was onto something. "Have you?" She asked again as he hadn't responded yet and kept staring at her breasts, fascinated by them swaying gently as she supported herself on her elbows to get a better view of him.
"Hey, my eyes are up here," she grinned, throwing a pillow at him to get him out of whatever zone he was in again.
"I know," he answered, placing the pillow behind him to avoid further disturbances, "but your eyes contrary to other body parts, are not hidden behind four to five layers of clothing, leaving them all to the imagination. And I can imagine things all day long…" he trailed off after having looked into her mirthful eyes shortly before gazing down to her tempting curves again. There was also her brown curls further down, and he wondered if they might feel just as soft as the hair on her head, but he had to focus on one thing at a time here… and hadn't there been some kind of question she had just asked him? Why did she always need to question him when his mind was busy with more important stuff… like how all these desirable parts of her body might feel under his hands… that's simply the burden to bear being the wise man, he thought.
Amy always believed it would be weird and awkward to be exposed to his scrutiny like that, but seeing how he reacted to her and how she was able to distract him in that way gave her a confidence in her body that she never thought she would have. Wait, talking about distraction, what had he just said? "What exactly did you imagine all day long?" She asked curiously.
"Oh, uhm… I need to validate a theory by conducting an experiment that I have postponed much too long already," he started, turning Amy's hopeful expression into resignation. Of course his mind had been straying off again. She asked herself why she continued to make the mistake of asking him what he was thinking. Probably her body reminded him of some topological quantum field theory problem in multidimensional curved time-space that he had been trying to figure out for days. At least, thanks to his letter, she had the confirmation that she was in the mix of his thoughts as well… somewhere.
"Okay, I'm sorry that I asked, but go on anyway," she said in a monotonous voice, retreating a bit to lean against the headboard, trying to fold her arms in front of her breasts, but Sheldon stopped her and took her hands. She wouldn't be allowed to hide that body of hers from his view ever again if he had any say in it.
"Wait, that doesn't look like your happy face anymore. What are you thinking about now?" He asked, still holding her hands.
"Only about topological quantum field theory, it doesn't matter," Amy muttered.
"And you accused me of being distracted, little lady," Sheldon huffed. "I hope you haven't been selling out your math again! No wonder you require such a long time to reach completion if your mind keeps straying away like that. Now, contrary to other people," he looked pointedly at her, "I won't make a big scene out of it. Anyway," he continued as she tried to protest, his voice dropping an octave, "I'm planning to ensure that your mind will not be able to think of anything else but my actions… what I have been imagining but yet need to validate is whether your skin actually feels as soft as it looks like… so to obtain reliable data I would need to touch you… extensively…"
He looked at her eagerly, and Amy sighed happily in relief at his words as she slid down to a lying position again, "Yes, please…"
Sheldon started with her hands this time, continuing with softly stroking her arms, creating goosebumps there and moving slowly upwards to her shoulders which he caressed with large circles of his palms. His eyes locked onto hers as he contemplated his next move as if asking for permission, and as she nodded slightly he let his hands trail down to the side of her body until he gently cupped her breasts, fascinated by their softness and how he could actually observe her pupils dilate further as he reached his goal.
"Mmh, that feels so good," Amy moaned. However still not used to letting go completely with Sheldon, she tried to distract herself by returning to her initial question about whether Sheldon had been working out. "Mmh… as you're so good at multitasking, can you answer my question as well?" she asked, her voice starting to sound hoarse under his ministrations.
"Of course," Sheldon said absent-mindedly as he continued to fondle her breasts. There was the most interesting change in texture as he moved his thumbs over her nipples and felt them harden at his touch. This effect definitely required further collection of data with varying parameters. Using Amy's soft moans and sighs as a closed-loop control for getting her nipples to harden and eliciting the maximum amount of pleasure from her he varied the pressure, velocity and skin area covered by his touches until he seemed to have found the optimum result. Amy's eyes were closed tightly, but her mouth was slightly agape and she was making the cutest little panting noises as he seemed to have found the right amount of friction to roll her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, varying it in between with cupping and stroking her soft pliable breasts before turning his attention to her nipples again.
Sheldon wondered if he had managed to distract her enough, and strangely he couldn't really remember her question himself anyway, so he asked, "Now what was your initial question again," and instantly leaned forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth for the first time. Amy moaned and arched her back towards him as he swirled his tongue around her nipple. Thrilled by his obvious success and spurred on by the moans she was emanating more frequently now he tried to nibble on it lightly with his lips before he flicked his tongue against it, then setting up a rhythm of licking and sucking while his hands were still cupping her breasts and his thumb and forefinger tried to imitate his tongue movements on her other nipple. His experiment had just been upgraded, and depending on these new parameters he'd have to repeat the optimization process all over again – and as he was very fond of repetitions he loved every step of it.
The scent of her so close to him was nearly overwhelming, and the bulge in his pants was already strained to the point of aching, but now he needed to take care of his woman. Trying to distract himself he tried to figure out what kind of body lotion she might have applied earlier, there was some faint vanilla scent mixed with something else unrecognizable, he would just have to check in her bathroom later – she might not be too happy if he did it now.
Amy in the meantime was lost in the sensation of his hands and mouth on her. She longed to run her hands through his hair and keep him close to her body, but a part of her was still afraid to make him feel caged. As Sheldon started to move his mouth over to her other nipple to give it the same treatment, he noticed her clutching the bed sheet in a death grip, her eyes tightly closed.
Just as he thought he had finally gotten the hang of figuring out her body responses, she had him confused again. "Amy, are you okay? Am I hurting you? You seem tense," he asked worriedly.
Amy slowly blinked at him with dark eyes. "Don't stop," she breathed out. "I'm just… trying to constrain myself… to not overwhelm you with my feelings," she said haltingly.
Sheldon shook his head as he realized that she continued to hold back trying not to scare him away. It saddened him to think that it had it become this ingrained in her personality that she still felt she had to be cautious around him. His hands trailed down to her belly as he moved up to her so that she could feel his hot breath on her ear and the heat of his skin with his bare chest sliding over hers as he spoke again. "You recently told me to let go," he breathed in a low voice into her ear and nibbled on her earlobe as he continued to caress her belly. "The same applies to you now," and he kissed her neck. "I'm not going anywhere, no matter what you might babble or do in the throes of passion. Just give it a try… I'm sure I can handle it," and then he sucked lightly on her jugular vein as his hand moved up to her breast again.
Something snapped inside of Amy then. With surprising force Sheldon felt himself flipped onto his back by the whirlwind that was his girlfriend, and the last words he heard were "We'll see," as she straddled him and her mouth descended on his. Amy didn't hesitate to take advantage of his jaw having dropped in surprise and shoved her tongue inside while her hands ran through his soft strands of short-cropped hair she had longed to touch to keep him close. After the initial surprise, Sheldon reciprocated her kiss eagerly, their tongues twirling and twisting around each other as their hot breaths mingled while he returned the attention of his hands back to her breasts but soon became enormously distracted as Amy began grinding into him. He was so hard already that he was barely in full possession of his cognitive faculties right now, so much for being able to handle it. He knew that feeling her heat and friction on him, things would very soon turn messy and sticky if he didn't do something quickly.
However, Sheldon wasn't a genius for nothing. With a sudden flash of inspiration he managed to flip her back again. Amy shrieked in surprise which soon turned into a moan as he sucked on her nipple again. Only this time, she eagerly participated with her hands running though his hair and her feet caressing his thighs dangerously close to his groin as he kneeled between her legs.
Sheldon was on a mission now and wouldn't let her distract him that easily again. He wanted to satisfy her this time and set out for his next goal. His mouth began to trail a line of kisses down her belly, accompanied by his hands stroking her skin next to it. From time to time he interrupted his kisses by sucking on her soft skin, and as he reached her belly button he plunged his tongue inside, taking his time for licking and nibbling there, pleased at his preparedness in asking Amy to shower earlier.
By now, Amy had been reduced to a pool of goo. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, her fingers were still twirled into his hair and she was moaning constantly and breathing heavily. When he reached her belly button, her hips bucked against him, never wanting him to stop, but he wasn't finished yet. He trailed on further southwards until he reached the rim of her dark curls. Amy was shivering in anticipation now; this was so much better than anything she could have imagined.
Sheldon was surprised that he could actually smell her arousal then, and he tentatively stroked her folds with a finger. Amy shamelessly spread her legs even further to encourage him, and he used a second finger to slide between her folds, marveling at the wetness he found there until he found her entrance and pushed both fingers inside slowly. Amy's moans turned into invocations to a deity neither of them believed in as he slid his fingers in and out again, finding a steady rhythm that seemed to please her. Then with his other hand he combed through her curls – oh yes, they were indeed as soft as he had imagined – and revealed the swollen nub hidden beneath.
The book Leonard and Penny gave him had taught him this special spot was extremely sensitive, so with the utmost care he lapped his tongue against it and was rewarded with a "YES!" as Amy grabbed his hair more forcefully to keep him in place. Oh he surely wasn't going anywhere now as he had found out that this was surprisingly delicious. If he had managed kissing, this would be easy-peasy, because there were much less germs involved. He twirled his tongue around her bundle of nerves unremittingly while his fingers were now entering her again and again in deep strokes up to his knuckles and Amy bucked her hips into him unashamedly. All her doubts about Sheldon being bored or even disgusted had vanished by now as she was quickly reaching the point of no return. Sheldon had problems keeping her still to continue his ministrations, but he managed and a little while later her thrashing around stopped and she turned rigid, her walls forcefully clenching down on his fingers as she called out, "Oh God Sheldon, YESSS…"
He almost lost it right then as well. Watching her come apart with such fervor and imagining what it would feel like if he had been inside her as her walls came clenching down on him instead of only his fingers, was nearly too much for him and he barely had time to croak out "I have to use the bathroom," as he staggered off on unsteady legs to take care of himself. It ached so badly now, he desperately needed release.
"I love you too," Amy smiled dazedly at him, not really registering his words right now as she came slowly floating back to earth.
Once inside, he dropped his pants, grabbed some toilet paper and took himself in hand. At the second pump he already started to pulse and came forcefully into the tissues, groaning Amy's name with his knees buckling while he tried not to crumble onto the floor. He took a few deep breaths as he cleaned up and washed his hands, looking at himself in the mirror in wonder, all flushed and, thanks to her dexterous little hands in his hair, like sex on a stick as Amy would say. His gaze fell onto her body lotion that was vanilla-scented indeed, but nothing else, so the rest of the scent seemed to be pure Amy essence.
Pleased with his discovery he returned to her bedroom where sleepy Amy had pulled the bed covers lazily over her and had rolled to her side so that her lush posterior was partly uncovered again, greeting him. Sheldon gulped as he felt some stirring again at this sight. This was going to be a hard night. He heard her happy sigh as he snuggled in behind her, still clad in his pajama bottoms only and tried to get a part of the blanket as well.
'One done, one to do yet,' he thought dreamily before they fell asleep together, Sheldon spooning Amy, breathing in the scent of her hair, his arms encircling her.
A/N: Hmm, Sheldon still hadn't answered Amy's question… but don't worry, this will be continued in the next chapter…