A/N: Thank you so much for all your wonderful support for this story, it makes me so happy! Thank you also my wonderful betas Hazelra7 and ShAmy4eva! Now, Amy and Sheldon still have some unfinished business…
Apt. 4A, 2311 Los Robles Av., Pasadena, May 28th 2015, 8:42 p.m.
"Would you mind locking the door behind you?" Amy asked sweetly, winking at Penny who grinned at her in return.
"Oh, definitely," Leonard said as they left.
Sheldon and Amy remained standing behind the kitchen counter with the nearly empty chocolate fondue and the bowl of strawberries in front of them. Amy was musing about the possibilities of utilizing the rest of the strawberries while Sheldon wasn't able to muse about much right now, unless it included Amy.
"Now, where were we?" Sheldon asked as he stepped behind Amy, brushing her hair aside to nibble on her neck while he pressed his hips into her.
"Oh yes, there it is again," Amy sighed happily as she tilted her head to grant him better access and wiggled her posterior against his crotch.
"Amy, please… I want to make love with you again," Sheldon whispered, his hot breath in her ear as his hands sneaked up from behind and cupped her breasts.
"Oh God yes! I thought you'd never ask," she moaned.
"Let's take this to my room," Sheldon said huskily. Amy extinguished the flame under the fondue and took the rest of the strawberries. "I've got an idea how to put them to good use," she smiled, swaying her hips deliberately in front of him as he followed her to his room.
They undressed each other quickly and tumbled onto the bed. Sheldon reached out for her, but Amy straddled him and pinned his hands to his side.
"Nh-nh," she shook her head, "I want to try something first," she said, taking a strawberry from the bowl she had placed on the nightstand. "Perhaps I can manage to slow the Flash down if he has already reached his destination once…" She teased his nipples with the strawberry and licked up the sweet juice very thoroughly from them while she moved her hips along his length. Then she inserted the fruit into her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips clean with Sheldon watching her intently all the time.
Sheldon groaned as his hands reached out for her hips, instinctively trying to nudge into her entry. Amy wiggled away, scolding him playfully. "Ts, ts, ts, patience is a virtue and good things will come to those who wait," she smiled, sliding down a bit from his hips to his thighs so that his erection was now poking into her abdomen as she leant forward again to take the next strawberry and squeeze it as she traced a line with it from his chest down to his belly button. This time Sheldon got the reward as she fed the fruit to him. He grabbed her wrist as she attempted to retreat and sensually licked her fingers with which she had been holding the fruit.
Sheldon shivered in anticipation as she first blew cool air onto his nipples before sucking on them gently while his arousal slid between her breasts as she moved further down. She traced a line down to his belly, licking up all the strawberry juice, paying special attention to his belly button in which she twirled her tongue around for a while. He moaned softly, desperately wanting her to continue further down, but Amy was intent on taking her sweet time with him.
"You've been taking such good care of me that I would love to reciprocate the favor," she purred as she moved to sit between his legs so that his arousal sprung free again. With the next strawberry she traced a line from his belly button down to the rim of his pubic hair. As she licked and sucked her way downwards, his abs rippling at her touch, she heard his harsh breathing and sharp intake of air as she reached his pubic hair, curling her fingers through it, but not yet reaching where he needed her the most now.
"Amy, please… touch me," he begged in a rough voice, his hands clenched in fists to refrain from taking matters into his own hands as he sensed that Amy wouldn't be too amused about that.
"Oh, I've been touching you all over," she said, making a circular motion with her hand in the air, reminding him of his own action so long ago with the vapo rub, resulting in a sudden epiphany as to why this had had her all riled up then. "What else could you possibly want?" Amy asked sweetly, reaching out for another fruit while she slowly ate the previous one. As she bent over him, her breasts swaying so close to him, he quickly moved his head up to meet her, roaming his hands over her back as his mouth closed on her nipple and sucked on it.
Amy stopped for a moment, enjoying his touch on her but then remembered she was on a mission herself. She sat back between his legs, reluctantly breaking the contact. "You haven't answered me yet, Dr. Cooper," she teased him.
"Then let me show you," he said hoarsely, guiding her hand onto his erection. She could feel him twitching and pulsing beneath her, but she only touched him lightly. Then she squeezed the fruit so that a few drops landed on his tip, and as he hissed at the sensation, she fed it to him. As his mouth engulfed the strawberry, her lips engulfed him.
Sheldon certainly hadn't suspected this. He nearly choked on his strawberry, and as he had finished coughing, he rasped, "God Amy, where did you learn to do that?" as she twirled her tongue around his tip, licking it clean of all the juice drops. Then her mouth descended a bit further down on him. One of her hands applied some pressure further down where her mouth couldn't reach while the other was gently fondling his balls.
Sheldon's hips bucked against her. Somewhere in the recess of his mind a small voice reminded him that this wasn't the most gentlemanly thing to do, but he just couldn't help it.
Amy's mouth finally popped free to answer him. "As a biologist I've got an intricate knowledge of the human body and all its interesting nerve endings…" With that, her mouth went down on him again, this time building up a faster rhythm, and she started to hum.
The vibrations sent even more waves of pleasure through his body, making Sheldon moan constantly now, his eyes having rolled back in his head at the intensity of it all. "Amy… Amy… Amy… just like that… mmh, don't stop… oh God, AMY, you've got to stop!" He called out suddenly, grabbing her head to move it away from him.
"What's the matter?" She asked playfully, and her question was answered instantly as he emptied into the hand that had still been working on him, calling out her name in bliss.
"Mmh," Amy pondered with a smile, thrilled and surprisingly turned on by the effect she was having on him. "How would you feel about a shower now?" She wiggled her brows in the same way he had done a few times to her.
"Together?" He clarified, looking intrigued.
"If you'd like," she said, suddenly shy, looking at him through her eyelashes.
"Let's do this, babe," he grinned, patting her bottom as they got up. Amy followed him to the bathroom with a huge goofy smile plastered on her face.
Amy brushed her teeth quickly, considering what had just been in her mouth; she didn't want Sheldon to feel appalled kissing her. She then pulled up her hair into a messy bun as she did not want to get it wet. She had already washed it this morning and because of the length it always took some time to dry.
When they got into the shower, Sheldon adjusted the water spray to an agreeable temperature, and they started leathering each other. As Sheldon always praised himself for his impeccable sense of hygiene, he was taking special care of Amy to get rid of the remnants of their recent encounter.
Sheldon was relieved that his treacherous body didn't betray him again as he stood before her lightly massaging her shoulders with a washcloth. He even managed to get to her breasts without any visible body reaction. Smiling smugly, he decided to get rid of the washcloth. He felt that her soft velvety skin deserved special attention which only his dexterous, video-game-skilled fingers were capable of giving. Oops… good thing that Amy wasn't aware he was thinking of video games right now, though his little moth was obviously drawn to the flame that was himself as she pressed her breasts into him more deliberately.
Ha, there was still a chance of remaining a Homo Novus as his beautiful mind seemed to be back on track and wasn't tempted all the time by her luscious curves. He smiled at his genius, still stroking her breasts under the warm water spray – it's only logical after all that they deserve his utmost attention being so soft and pliable, he thought, enraptured by how the water dropped off her nipples.
"What's so funny?" Amy's deep sultry voice interrupted his musings.
'Drat!' – "Oh, nothing," he tried to answer nonchalantly. "Just thinking about moths and flames, the benefit of video games on manual dexterity, how your beautiful breasts deserve special care, but that my great mind is back on track and not distracted by them."
"Mmh, the last part started like a compliment, but then turned out to be more about yourself than me," Amy said. "And don't flatter yourself, it's only due to my earlier treatment that you're still in control of your body, otherwise you would be all over me again," she added sassily, drawing a large circle with both hands over his chest.
"Keep thinking that," he said, giving her his patented look of haughty derision. "Look, I can even do this without being affected by you at all," and he took one of the nipples that had been tempting him all along into his mouth. He gently sucked on it while he twirled the other one between his fingers, then he changed sides to give the other one the same treatment it deserved. His actions already had Amy's fingers gliding through his wet hair.
"And this," he said more huskily than he had intended to, as he trailed a line of wet, open-mouthed kisses down her belly, finally kneeling down in front of her, he placed one of her legs over his shoulder.
"And this… try to hold onto something," he said cockily, starting to lap her swollen nub with his tongue while his fingers tested her wetness and then plunged right in as he found out how ready she was for him.
Amy was shivering before him and moaning constantly now, one hand in his hair and the other one on the tiles for support, but Sheldon was taking his time with her. He slid his fingers in and out under the warm water spray while he varied the motions of his tongue from licking to twirling around to flicking it against her and gently sucking on it, delighted not only by the effect he was having on her but that he was again the master of his own body.
Her increased breathing and moaning frequency plus the fact that it was getting more difficult to keep her in place due to her twitching made it apparent that she was getting close. However Sheldon had other ideas. He still hadn't given all those desirable parts of her body the adequate treatment they deserved, so standing up, he turned her around, grinning at her frustrated groan at the loss of his ministrations, and began stroking her back.
As his hands started wandering down towards her lush posterior, he felt the all too familiar twitching starting down south again. "Will you behave," he chastised himself in a low voice. Amy looked over her shoulder with an amused expression thinking he was speaking to her.
Though she didn't know what she might have done to deserve those words, she decided to play along. "And what happens if I don't?" She asked in a deep sultry voice pressing her bottom into him, happy to feel him already at half-mast.
"Oh, hello Mr. I'm-the-master-of-my-own-endocrine-system," she grinned.
"I was talking to him," he groaned, "but you're right, that's all your fault, coming equipped with such a nice backside," and he couldn't resist slapping her lightly there, which only resulted in Amy moaning and pressing her bottom more forcefully into him.
"Do you like that?" He asked in wonder, slapping her other cheek, and again she moaned and pressed into him, this time leaning forward and holding on to the tiles as she got up to her toes and spread her legs to invite him in.
Even Sheldon got that cue and he slapped her a third time. She pressed into him again and this time he was prepared, having taken himself in hand, he slid between her folds, and then grabbed her hips with both hands. They both moaned in bliss, as Sheldon plunged in and out harder and faster each time. He seemed to be much more ready than he would have admitted it himself, silently thanking his adhesive ducks for the support.
Sheldon was slightly embarrassed at how quickly he seemed to be reaching the point of no return and desperately tried to think of something to help Amy as well, not realizing how close she was herself. As the warm water rained down on them, he thought about the shower head above them and reached out to get it. Adjusting the soft spray to a slightly stronger setting, he moved it in front of Amy before the apex between her thighs.
"Hold this," he rasped into her ear. Amy didn't hesitate to aim the water spray at her swollen bunch of nerves aching for release. Sheldon's movements were becoming more erratic now, and he tried to warn her with "Amy, I'm so close," but at that moment Amy cried out his name and clamped her walls forcefully down on him, milking him and in the process nearly making him collapse on top of her.
He slipped out of her and they cleaned each other off, sharing a slow sensual kiss as their bodies molded closely against each other.
"I think you might wanna re-assess your assumption about the lack of effect I seem to be having on you," Amy sassed after they separated again and Sheldon had provided towels for both of them.
"That's all due to your enticing posterior," he mumbled. "At least with our genes there's still hope for a real Homo Novus after all," he said with a lop-sided grin as a huge smile blossomed on Amy's face at his words. 'Yes, there's hope indeed for us,' she thought.
However, when they were back in bed after their very satisfying shower, Amy could see that something seemed to be bothering her fiancé – oh, she still hadn't gotten accustomed to how wonderful that sounded in her mind… "What's up, Sheldon?" She asked him.
Sheldon looked at her sheepishly. "Amy… about your earlier ministrations… it seems that I'm back to owing you twice now…"
Amy sighed. "Sheldon, I thought I had made it clear that I don't want you to keep count. I enjoyed it too, it gives me pleasure to be able to do this with you. Also I want you to know that I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything."
"If you say so," Sheldon said thoughtfully, "But I might do some research on my own…"
"Well, research is always a good thing… now, about that paper you wanted to read to me as a good-night story…" Amy smiled, snuggling against him while he reached over to retrieve the first printout from his nightstand.
A/N: Now, what might Sheldon have researched? Hang on for the ride to find out in the next (final) chapter.