TheDarkestShinobi: Enjoy! I have to ask for some help. I have a Shamy story I'm writing right now. It's Angst like whoa with fluff like kittens and has a happy ending. Sounds worse than it is! Please review/PM me if you are interested in being on the team! I need a beta and/or someone to bounce ideas off of. You would be spoiled, but hey, creative input! It won't have the sexual element this one does but I have so much faith in it so please help me out if you want!

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"Aloof but effective." Sheldon whispers the second Amy opens her eyes. She yawns as she lifts her head from his bare chest and Sheldon watches her hair fall and land on his chest as she smiles up at him.

"Given the chance, I would correct my assessment." She shifts and he lifts his hand to run it through her hair. It snags on a few tangles but he untangles her hair as he stokes it. "Mmm, don't tease me with that, it is very relaxing."

"Is it?"

"I could go deeper into the reasons if you wish." She lets her head rest on his chest again as he continues. She lets her fingernail rub circles on his chest and watches goose bumps form on his skin. In her head, she images the web of nerves being relaxes and the signals being sent to her brain. "How long before you have to get up?"

"Three minutes." She hums and they continue to relax.

"No chance of staying in bed with me?" She says later as she turns her head and kisses his skin.

"Don't be ridiculous." He chides; his hand stopping.

"Time?" She doesn't want it to be.

"Time." He confirms and she pouts as she gets up so he can sit up. He kisses her forehead as he sits up and leaves her on the bed as he begins his Sunday morning routine. She watches him go and crosses her legs as the door closes. She smiles widely as she throws herself back on the bed. Luckiest girl in the world!

Aloof but effective was not accurate at all. When Sheldon decided he wanted something he devoted every resource he had into it and Amy had been the same. She had to push and push until she got close enough and when she popped his bubble he burst and enveloped her. He must have thought about this long and hard before deciding to come to her like he had and now she is being swept away in his devotion, his passion and his world.

She turned, bringing a hand under the pillow and bringing her legs up. She curled up in Sheldon's bed and giggled with all the joy of a child. She couldn't imagine being happier with this and the drastic turn their relationship has taken. She closes her eyes and remembers his image, his tone of voice and the feel of his lips against hers. When Sheldon's image begins to fade, she's jealous of Sheldon's memory; she gets up and makes the bed.

…

"What are you doing?" Sheldon asks as he comes out of the bathroom in his robe. Amy is kneeling on the floor, a needle and thread in her hand.

"I'm sowing your buttons back on." She answers and lifts the shirt to show she has two left. Sheldon smiles, "Why?" she asks as she starts on another.

"That's thoughtful." Sheldon admits as he disappears into his room. She hands him the shirt a few minutes later and he inspects it for a minute. "Thank you."

"I did rip them off." Amy lifts her shoulders and looks to the side as she says it. She is flushing again, it's a dusty pink now, and Sheldon deposits the shirt in his laundry bin.

"I remember not giving you much choice." He closes his door and leads Amy to the couch for cereal and morning cartoons. He unlatches the deadbolt and sets into his routine.

After the show Leonard walks in to see them both watching other cartoons and Penny follows rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Sheldon is comforted by this; it is back to his routine now.

"It's unnatural, being up this early in the morning." Penny complains as Leonard smiles.

"Middle of the night, you've said." Sheldon furrows his brow as he looks to them but chooses not to comment as the commercial ends. Leonard sits in his spot and Penny plants herself on the armrest next to him. From this, Sheldon can tell they are 'on' again.

…

It is Monday morning. He hasn't communicated with Amy since she left his apartment yesterday morning but he has plenty of memories to keep him smiling. Sheldon walks into the school with a smile on his face from her. He's been making significant progress on his latest hypothesis and now that the Amy issue has resolved itself in the best possible manner he can focus on it. It was Christmas all over again.

"Hello Dr. Cooper," he hears Kripke begin teasingly as he turns down the hallway. He can see his office from here. He can run for it if he wants to, but the next time Kripke sees him he'd mention it. Sheldon lets out a small sigh as he turns in the other's general direction.

"Kripke." He greets as he tilts his head. He grabs his messenger bag strap and sees Leslie Winkle just around the corner. Oh great, double whammy. He takes back the Christmas comment; this was on the some other level entirely.

"I see your girlfriend didn't drop you off, she realize how crazy you are and leave you?" Sheldon scoffs because he honestly was expecting better. He could leave right now and be justified. He begins to turn away but stops. If he can reduce Amy to nothing with his words he could show this thing a thing or two about respect.

"You know," he shifts slightly and tilts his head while looking down at Kripke. "I must say I'm envious of your brain," he starts and Kripke crosses his arms, a smirk settling over his features.

"Really?" Kripe shift and Leslie stops moving, obviously eavesdropping.

"Yes, I bet it feels good as new, seeing as you've never used it." He pulls his lips back into what could vaguely be called a smile as he hears Leslie laughing. He looks up to see her holding her stomach and walks towards his office. Kripke is sputtering behind him and Sheldon smiles evilly as he steps into his office.

…

"How long can you last?" He lifts his head from her mound to ask. She is covered in sweat, having been tortured, yes, tortured, like this for an hour now.

"I can't Sheldon, not anymore!" She practically thrashes, her hair is a tangled mess, and this is the first sentence she has been able to put together in 15 minutes. Amy's hand is trying to push Sheldon's head down so he uses his own to move it and pin it to the bed. He smirks against her as he licks her again.

"Please!" she begs and it is followed by sounds Sheldon can't put words too, it doesn't matter, each and every one of them are committed to memory. He brings her right to the edge again, as soon as he reads her body's signals he pulls away and she lets out a low whine. He hears a sound that he thinks is meant to be his name. She twitches and he runs his free hand up and down her leg, which moves away and towards him.

"I told you from the start Amy, each and every one of your orgasms belong to me." She looks at him, her eyes begging in a way he will always treasure. "I told you," he releases her hand, using both to tease her, "That I would decide where, when and if," a delightful whimper passed her lips, "you would orgasm." He loved seeing her like this. "Today, you won't."

She had known she wouldn't get to the second time he pulled away from her, she had skimmed the edge and he stopped, let her climb down, brought her up, dropped her. She wanted-needed-desired. She needed release. She hoped he would let her, give in to her. He was going to keep her on edge, wanting and waiting. At least this time she can be sure release will eventually come. Eventually-too long. Sheldon sits up and Amy knows she needs something more. She brings her hands to her clit to feel a sharp sting on her hand.

"Bad." Sheldon scolds and her eyes open to see the disapproving look on his face. Her hand is tingling and she shakes it slightly. He called her bad. She feels something sink into her toes and she bites her lips. Sheldon's hard on throbs but he knows he has to control himself.

"Now, you're going to be a good girl and not touch yourself." She feels her throat dry further. She can't think straight but she hears him clearly. Be good. "You are going to calm yourself as much as possible and go on with your day. I may let you finish the next time I see you." He felt drunk off his power. "I may not." He caresses her breasts. "That is up to me to decide. You are going to be a good girl right?"

"R-right." She nods.

"You're not going to play without my permission?"

"No."

"Good girl." Sheldon gets up and adjusts himself and her eyes drop to his erection. She licks her lips as her arousal shoots through her but she knows she wont be getting lucky tonight. Sheldon wants to torture her some more and she's going to be crazy enough to let him. She closes her eyes and tries to breathe. She hears the door close and runs her hands through her hair. She realizes she's panting as she calms a bit.

…

Amy has had enough of these monkeys.

"YEAH!" she screams at them, "it's an itch you can't scratch! I get it! Now shut up!" To her surprise they do, two minutes later, much to her chagrin, they start again. "It makes me want to scream too, I guess."

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