I could hear someone walking. I could hear his footsteps, each one clear as a little school bell in my head. Leonard was here, Leonard would walk in on us any minute. He'd be hurt, I'd see his hurt face, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses. But this felt so good. Everyplace that Sheldon touched was perfect, he was doing things that no one ever had, it was slow and it was almost excruciating but in the best way, I wanted to almost scream but I only moaned, so sure that Leonard would hear that, hear us, that he could hear every rustle of my dress.

"Sheldon, Leonard's home..." Sheldon only glanced up at me, his blue eyes piercing into my soul and his fingers still moved with some choreographed design, some genius physics touching that felt like magic to me. It didn't matter that Leonard was home, I couldn't stop him. I was not in control here, and I hadn't been from the moment he kissed me. I was malleable. I would let him do whatever he wanted to do, and I saw no way to stop him.

I heard his footsteps in the hall, I heard him open a door. His bedroom door, the bathroom door? My stomach twisted up in nervousness. Sheldon had lifted my dress, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and was slowly slipping them off, and I squirmed, knowing what was coming even as Leonard stood in the hall, knowing everything he would ever need to know from the sound of my breathing, from the sound of the blinking of my eyes.

"Sheldon, Leonard's here..." Was there panic in my voice? But I still didn't want him to stop, so I would warn him about Leonard but I wouldn't tell him no. Please, Sheldon, I thought, please, don't stop.

I heard more footsteps, but I couldn't tell which way they were going, toward us or away? I couldn't tell as Sheldon slipped his underwear off, and I noticed the way the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone and the loose way his tie hung around his neck. I licked my lips, willing Sheldon to make love to me, to slip it into me, Sheldon, I still couldn't believe it. Had he ever done this before or had he read about it, too?

I was straining my ears to hear every creak of every floorboard out in the hall, straining to hear Leonard's hand wrapping around the doorknob. I could see every shade of blue in Sheldon's eyes.

I watched him close those eyes and lean toward me, over me, lean into me and kiss me again, like I was never kissed before, slow and gentle and with enough force, his tongue exploring, not invading, even his kisses made me melt like wax. I could hear the faint noise of the T.V. in the living room and for a moment I felt safe. Leonard wasn't peering through the key hole, he didn't have a glass to the door.

I felt the wine sloshing around my head, I felt everything tinged with an unreality. I felt Sheldon slip into me, and I breathed in. The rate, the rhythm, the way he hit that certain spot again and again, how I felt every nerve ending shriveling and expanding, how I felt like I was climbing something, getting to some kind of summit, and I knew I had never experienced anything like this, I'd never been made love to like this.

All the other men I'd had sex with, was it inexperience or uncaring? I wasn't sure but I remembered every time they would slam into me, causing more pain than pleasure. But this. Sheldon's hips moving up and down as he hit that spot, as he adjusted how he moved based on my rate of respirations and the way I sighed and moaned. I never imagined it could be like this. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the bones of his shoulders through his clothes.

Things burst and swelled inside of me, I felt every last shudder from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, every after shock of this orgasm was like a mini-earthquake inside of my soul. I felt Sheldon stiffen and tense with his own orgasm, the look on his face the same as all the other men and boys, that grimace of what appeared to be pain, his eyes squeezed shut.

He climbed off of me and laid next to me, and I could still hear the T.V. playing faintly from the next room. He brushed a strand of my hair away from my face and I looked at him in amazement.

"Sheldon, I-" I started to say when I heard the creak of the floorboard that was right outside his door. I froze mid-sentence, the words drying up, my mind blank except for the panic. Leonard.

"Sheldon! Are you here!"

I shook my head at him, not wanting him to answer, or wanting him to give me time to hide in his closet or under his bed. I couldn't deal with Leonard right now, my head was spinning. I was already planning for when me and Sheldon could do this again.