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He grabs his bag as he walks forward and places a hand on the small of her back to turn her and guide her to her bedroom. She'd say that she didn't need the guide but the jello-ness of her legs prove otherwise and any reason for Sheldon to touch her was a good one as far as Amy is concerned. She pauses at her doorway as his hand leaves her. He deposits his bag on the floor before turning back to her.

"I'd think you didn't want this," he starts as he walks back towards her. She feels frozen.

"I do," She does. She looks down as her fingers start to twirl around each other. She wants Sheldon so much, but Sheldon has never wanted her before. What if he is forcing himself? "I'm just nervous." she confesses.

He looks away from her to the wall. "Oh, I hadn't thought of that." He confesses as he looks back to her and she ducks her head in shame. She is ruining her one chance! Good going! She misses the curious gaze he watches her with. He could read this expression, it was one of the few he could. What if I'm not good enough? He didn't engrain the question into her, but he had helped it foster. Now he will make it disappear.

She wasn't his girlfriend anymore. She likely had never been. She was a girl and a friend, but she wasn't his girlfriend. What they have is scary, intimate, irreplaceable. He could never jump from her to another as he had seen his friends do with their girlfriends. He could not foresee a situation in which he could leave her. She is it. There would be no one else for him. She had snared his brilliant mind and his protected heart. Not good enough? She is as good as it gets. He lets a side of his mouth tilt up at that thought. He would make her better, but there would be no more lack of confidence from her.

"Amy," it comes out softer than intended. He places a kiss on her cheek, "you're wonderful."

A kiss. Sheldon had just voluntarily kissed her! She lifts her head as quickly as possible to see his eyes staring into hers. He is so close. Her thoughts seem to dissipate. "W-wonderful?" she questions, her lip trembling as she swallows. She wants to glance at his lips but the intensity of his stare glues her in place.

He can't look away. In this moment she isn't his girlfriend. She is his puzzle, his artwork, his masterpiece, and he is going to make her perfect.

"Oh," and it should sound mean, condescending' oh, how could she not get it?' but his voice is low and his stare intense and his hand is now on the small of her back. "Amy." She doesn't care how she was supposed to take that because his lips descend on hers in that instant. She wraps her arms around his neck as she kisses back. This is it, pure heaven, bliss. There are sparks everywhere, behind her closed eyes, inside of her cerebrum, against the fingers tightening against her. This is it. She could die happily at this moment.

His mouth opens against hers, a tongue licks her lips and she moans. A hand on the back of her head tilts hers and she goes along with it. His pace. She is going to die, for sure, because she can't breathe; even if she could she's forgotten how. He pulls back soon, way too soon and suddenly way too much is not nearly enough. She tries to chase his lips but the hand on her back moves to her hip to hold her down. She finally opens her eyes to his pupils have dilated. They are both panting now.

He places a kiss on her forehead and despite her racing heart and quivering lady parts she is content. She feels precious. His lips trail down her face before kissing her jawline. His hands are back to her back but she can't focus on that. He kisses her neck using his lips to take an approximate pulse. Elevated. Very. He lets his hands ease her skirt over her hips and then slip under her button up shirt.

That is Sheldon's hand. It feels like a delicious fire against her skin. Yes, that is Sheldon's hand on her skin. She arches up under his touch and lets out a sound, well it would have been a sound if she had any breath left. Suddenly the world is spinning; no, she was. Sheldon spins her around so she is between the bed and he. He wants her to lie down, but no matter how hard he tries to think the words aren't coming to him. He lifts his hand to her shoulder and pushes. She gasps and falls to the bed.

He pulls the skirt off and she frantically pushes her stockings down thanking any and every god she had gotten waxed with Penny ad Bernadette last weekend. Her legs were as hairless as-"Ooh"- something hairless.

"No." Sheldon chastises as he swats her hand with his. It didn't hurt her but she pulls her hand back. Sheldon rolls her stockings down and off her feet. Then he rests one hand on her foot as the other trails up to mid-calf. They can both feel it now; she is a tightening coil of tension.

This is nice, smooth. He lowers his head to let his cheek go along her femur. Yes, nice, indeed. He likes that smoothness, her lack of hair. He hums in appreciation. "Yes," he voices his approval after a second "I like that." He watches Amy turn red and notices her heaving chest. All things he would normally be cautioned about, if not for her smell. It took him awhile to realize it was her arousal, but now that he had he could never forget. "From now on, you will keep yourself hairless for me."

That low mumbling voice is way too much for her to handle. She sits up on the bed as he retreats from her. His hands land on her waist before pulling her skirt over her head. She reaches behind her with her hand and unsnaps her bra. Sheldon watches the strap fall off her shoulders as if it contained the secrets of the universe. It feels like painful arousal as he follows the curve with his eyes. He swallows, taking her in. She takes a breath and lets the bra fall off.

Amy was expecting some sort of reaction from Sheldon when she revealed herself to him. Her eyes frantically search his face but he doesn't move, doesn't blink. He just stares at her. Her confidence begins to fade. He takes in every inch of her that wasn't covered by her faded blue panties. He is very aware when she moves to cover herself. "Stop." He orders and her movements stop. It causes her breasts to move slightly. He closes his eyes inhaling deeply to try and calm himself, but breathing in the scent of Amy's arousal does nothing to calm him.

"You're," Amy stops and Sheldon shifts waiting for her to finish. "You're still dressed." She drops her eyes to the lightning bolt on his chest as her mouth stays open. "I'm, I'm almost naked and you're still fully dressed."

"Would you like to change that?" It is honestly only a question, but Amy takes it as an invitation as she rises so that she is on her knees on the bed.

She places her hands over the waist band of his pants and lets her thumbs slip under to feel his sides. Her confidence grows as he doesn't shy away, there is no disgust. He isn't doing this just for her. He wants this. His skin feels like fire against hers and she sucks in a breath before grabbing the bottoms of his shirts and pulling up. There is so much skin; so much Sheldon and she basked in him as if he is her sun. The shirts catch on his hand so he uses the other to free it and throws the shirts next to her skirt. Amy watches, she watches his skin go taut and loosen as he moves, watches the faint outlines of muscle appear and disappear. He turns his head away to verify the landing and she reaches up locking her hand on his neck and pulling him down to her.

Kissing. It is a simple word. It doesn't seem enough in light of all the sensations attacking; the building desire for more. It is hunger, it is raw. The, now, unforgettable feeling of their skin pressed together. Her breasts squashed ever so pleasantly against his chest, his breath rolling over her lips, her soft sounds assaulting his ears. The way the sensations jolt through his body, each and everything shooting down, wanting more, demanding more; demanding her. It is all too much. It is too much sensation at once. It is also, Sheldon realizes as a low hungry groan escapes his lips, not nearly enough.

He lets her name escape his lips, a mantra, a prayer, a plea and she tightens her hand in his hair. He is losing his ability to focus on anything and pulls away. Even so, he can still feel himself being drawn to her. She whines, he could get used to that sound coming from her. He lets out a slow exhale to gather the calm to speak again in a voice that isn't a growl and do something other than demand.

"Am I undressed enough for you?" He asks slowly and seductively. Amy shakes her head as her fingers find his hips again. They shake as they try to unbuckle his belt. They accidentally brush against him and his hips buck forward without his permission as his eyes close. Her hands still and Sheldon can feel his hold on himself slipping. Too much, too much, too much.

"Is-is this okay?" He pulls back as the small voice reaches his ears. She wants this oh so badly but Sheldon hadn't before this. She has to be sure. His eyes opened as his mouth tightens. They lock eyes.= and he admits it to himself, control be dammed, this is not okay.

"No." His voice is a growl now and her mouth opens with an exhale. His voice is thick with arousal as his hands make quick work of his belt. It falls to the floor as he unbuttons his pants. "I'm wearing too much clothing," he pushes them over his hips. "You're capable of saying more than my name." He steps out of his pants and grabs his underwear, "and I can't think of anything else right now but this." He seems to rein himself in for a second after that, he pants and she stares.

She is frozen, again it seems. She knew Sheldon had one. He had called it aesthetically pleasing. He is a man. She knew it would be shaved; he would never deal with hair anywhere else so why would he allow pubic hair? She knew it would be circumcised; Christian family in Texas. She knew it would be sizable, he was over six feet tall. For all that foreknowledge, for all her imagining, she is in shock to finally see it; at being so close to it. Sheldon is showing her willingly, expectantly. She could even reach out and grab it if she ever gathered the courage. She wants to lick it, to suck it, to bring Sheldon to bliss with just her mouth.

"Lay down." He instructs. She does, berating herself for her missed opportunity. He is on top of her then, kissing her softly, before roughly as his hands trail down her sides. His hands are magic, they are, but she can't stop focusing on that hard part brushing against her. He rises to his knees, his heat leaving her as he grips the sides of her panties to pull them off. She lifts her hips and hopes she can shock him like he shocked her. He lets out a shuddering huff as he takes her body in.

There, lying before him, she remembers his memory and the fact that no matter what happens she will be his and he will never forget it. She smiles widely.

"I want to learn your body, and I will," the promise made her shiver, "but not today." Amy was going to respond but lost cognitive function as she feels his breath there. "Oh God, Sheldon, please!" She is a mess as he stares at her mound.

"I'm debating oral or manual stimulation; or perhaps oral and manual stimulation first." His voice is low and calm as if were between whiteboards and not her legs.

"My clitoris is very sensitive." She blurts as her hands clench the sheets beneath her. His eyes sparkle with curiosity.

"I'll be the judge of that." He declares as he uses his hands to gently spread her legs farther as he moves a bit closer. She whimpers. She shudders. She cries out as he runs a tongue through her dark curls and across her clit. "Fascinating," he comments to himself as he continues to catalog her reactions. He draws shapes and numbers and letters into her as she trashes and moans and calls out to multiple deities.

He carves his name into her mound. He presses his love into her thighs. Mine. Mine. He traces it over and over. He could feel her clit swell beneath his tongue and her muscles tighten under his hand and knew she was close to falling apart. One day, sometime in the near future, he wants her to be able to cum on his command. He would have to condition her body to respond to his command, and now would be a perfect time to start.

"Amy," she focuses her eyes long enough to see those eyes staring intensely at her as his tongue disappeared beneath-"Ah! Ahhhh!"

"Cum." She forgot permission, about control. She didn't wait for the command purposefully but now all the heat in her body felt hotter, sharper. "Now." The sensation, Sheldon; that command in his voice. She stood no chance. She was crashing as soon as the words left his lips.

"Good girl."