I had to laugh at one review and when THAT reviewer reads this they will know why. All I'm saying is you were absolutely correct. You guys are gonna be mad at me though, well only for a few seconds.
For the principle of the story we are going to pretend that first Sheldon initiated Kiss did not happen for Valentine's day because in this alternate universe Sheldon has already initiated a kiss or two.
However I will paraphrase one quote from The Locomotive Manipulation.
Disclaimer: I own nothing I don't own.
"Excuse me?" Amy repeated feeling very faint.
He regarded her coolly. "I said I could make you cum."
The room began to swirl. Amy had not realized how nervous she truly had been on the subject all along. The room was starting to blur out. Sheldon had said he would-
And that was honestly the last thing Amy remembered until she woke up at three in the morning with a cool rag on her head.
She felt around briefly for her glasses and found them on her nightstand. She had not remembered going to bed and that is when thoughts from the evening swirled right back into place. She turned quickly to get up and find Sheldon, afraid he had left insulted, but she bumped right into his prone form.
It did not take long before she pieced together that Sheldon had brought her to her room. Perhaps those yoga sessions with Penny had helped.
Sheldon stirred and she retreated back to her side of the bed, clearing her throat.
"Ah Amy, I see you are awake." He seemed unperturbed by the awkwardness of the situation and she was surprised.
"Thanks for getting me to bed." She replied looking at him skeptically.
"No problem." He said almost robotically though with sincerity as he turned back to go to sleep.
"Sheldon." She whispered.
He did not turn to her, but she could tell he was listening.
"Do you want to cuddle?" She has really wanted to ask him about earlier, but decided against it. She would not push her luck.
"Do you think that's wise? We are, after all, in bed together."
She wondered briefly if she had dreamed his words from a few hours earlier.
"Sheldon, how- why should that matter to you after what you said to me earlier?"
She watched him tense at her words. She half expected him to confirm she had been dreaming or at least deny it vehemently. Instead he only said. "Ah, I thought perhaps you would forget about that."
Amy felt a mixture of emotions. Her disappointment at his hope she would have forgotten was lost over the excitement and nervousness she felt at his confirmation. Perhaps it might even happen if she just-
"How do you feel, Amy?"
"Fine."
"Then why did you faint?" His tone sounded strained. Everything that happened to him in the last two days must have been a strain she knew.
Amy was thankful Sheldon was turned around. Her whole face turned the color a tomato. She crawled over to him unsure of how to close the gap between them without touch. She sat with her back leaning against his horizontal form.
"I was overwhelmed."
Sheldon was silent. He did not pull away from her and she took it as an alright to glance at him over her shoulder. His eyes were still closed and she felt him press his back into her.
"In a good way." She decided to add for clarification. She turned back to face her window, but she was certain his eyes were open now.
"You make me nervous, Sheldon. You give me butterflies in my stomach, but it's always good."
There was a long silence that followed her words. The seconds began to stretch into minutes and Amy felt herself grow slightly uneasy, but unwilling to move away from the warmth Sheldon was providing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Sheldon responded to her.
"Then perhaps maybe we can cuddle."
It was quite a way away from what he had previously said that night, but Amy was not going to complain. Some people say the act of cuddling is more intimate than sex. The neuroscientist was unsure where she stood and less sure about the physicist's point of view on it.
Amy moved away from him and turned to face him. She watched him rise slowly up and turn to face her. His legs extended in front of him on the bed.
"So- how do we?"
"We've cuddled before, Sheldon."
"Of course, just not…"
"In bed?"
"Yeah."
They sat staring at each other for a while. It was awkward, truthfully, but it was not completely unpleasant to Amy. She was sure though that Sheldon could see her blushing in the dark. She peered at him through her eyelashes. He looked pink in the darkness himself.
"Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea." Amy stated when Sheldon did not make any move toward her.
"No. It's fine." Sheldon rebutted.
Amy scooted forward then and she heard Sheldon suck in air quickly. She lifted her arms awkwardly but did not touch him. When he failed to move again she glanced at his face. His eyes rose from her lap slowly to her face, his head slightly tilted to the right. His look was for the most part puzzling and yet had Amy's stomach in butterflies once more.
As she began to retract her arms back to her sides, Sheldon suddenly surged forward and kissed her again, pulling back after a few seconds. Much too soon in Amy's opinion.
Unsure of what to do all she could think to say was "I thought you said this wouldn't become habit."
"Perhaps I was wrong. I need additional data before I make that assessment."
And with that he moved forward more gently as though the first time the element of surprise was necessary. She clutched the collar of his shirt as she felt his left hand reach up to her collarbone and gently push her backward.
Perhaps he would make good on her word. Perhaps this was the night they would finally have sex. Amy wanted to be clear before things progressed so as Sheldon broke the kiss and lay on his side next to her, she decided she would need to ask.
"Sheldon?"
"Yes." He breathed into her neck, his hand moving to her thigh. She heard him swallow loudly as he placed a hand under the hem of her nightgown.
She let out a small gasp that sounded a bit more like a sigh and she was surprised that instead of pulling away Sheldon let out a small grunt next to her.
"What you said earlier- are we going to have sex?"
At this Sheldon stopped rubbing circles on her inner thigh. Amy was not sure when he had even started doing that.
"No."
"So what you said earlier- It can always wait-"
"No."
She felt slightly frustrated at his one word answers and perhaps he sensed that.
"I'm not ready to have sex, Amy."
"That's alright-"
"That doesn't mean I'm a liar. I can make you cum tonight, Amy." His voice was breathless and it knocked the wind out of her.
Amy was thankful to be lying down or they might have had a repeat of her earlier fainting.
"Sheldon-" She thought about what to say. "This definitely isn't cuddling."
Instead of being embarrassed she could feel him smirk against her neck. Was this really happening? She could not be sure.
His breathing was heavy and his thumb was once again rubbing circles on her inner thigh. "I'm afraid I'm not sure where we go from here." He said anxiously.
"I can't say I know either." Amy responded honestly.
"I said earlier I did research." Sheldon said matter-of-factly, his breathing becoming more even. Amy did not want him to get scientific now. "But most of it said that it really would depend on you. That I should ask you what you like."
Amy did not immediately respond unable to look at Sheldon. This was not how it happened in movies. In movies they always instinctively knew what to do.
"I don't know-" She glanced at him. He was staring directly at her, she quickly looked away. "Maybe we could. I suppose I should… ?"
She felt his hand leave her leg and follow the curve of her body upward until he was gripping he chin. "Amy." He said making her face him. "Don't do what I do." It was more of a plea than a command. She knew what he meant. She knew he wanted her to communicate with him now, while he was vulnerable. He also knew he did not always offer the same to her. "I'm trying." He spoke softly.
Amy nodded at him and he lifted her hand to his face. "I like this." He told her. "Now you tell me."
Amy could have laughed if she did not feel so nervous. Sheldon was being more open than she was.
"I'd like to be able to touch you." She said.
Sheldon was quite for a moment. "I'm afraid that's not on the schedule tonight, kiddo." He smiled at her and it melted her heart. He had called her that before several times. She had always found it annoying because it was said with a hint of condescension. Not this time though.
"There must be something I can do to make you feel good."
"I'd feel better if you told me what you wanted me to do." He said laughing. It was a nervous laugh.
"I'm glad you are just as nervous as me." Amy said.
"Why would you be nervous? Has this not been what you've wanted?"
"You don't want this?" Amy said after a beat.
Sheldon, himself, was silent for three beats. "I do." He admitted. "But I'm afraid I was all talk earlier."
"It's not so hard, Sheldon. " Amy turned to face him on the bed, accidentally brushing her knee over something that was indeed contradictory to her recent statement. Sheldon seemed to sense the irony of her statement as well and turned seven shades pinker when she brushed against him.
"Amy." He squeaked. "Be careful."
"I'm going to have to touch it one day."
"Not today." Sheldon was voice raised a decibel.
"That's not fair."
"One step at a time, Amy." Sheldon said slightly exasperated. She sensed her unreasonable behavior and realized she was losing him. She needed to think quickly.
She did the only thing she really could do. Amy sat up quickly and flung her night gown over her head. Sheldon's jaw hit the mattress.
I know this one is short, but I'm back in school again guys so updates will be slow. I promise I haven't forgotten about this story. It is something I do want to finish, but I have a ton of work that although mostly not as interesting is very important.
I can't decide if I should update less frequently with long chapters or more frequently with shorter chapters that fit into my schedule. If I do the more frequent shorter chapters it will probably go beyond the 10 estimated chapters.
Oh and once again you guys are awesome!
