INCREDIBLY SHORT, I know. I felt like I had to put something out there. So enjoy this little tidbit. Hopefully more comes soon.
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"Brush it." Amy orders. She's wrapped in her robe, still somewhat damp, and holding out a brush to Sheldon. Sheldon looks from it to her wet hair.
"No. Why would I do that?"
"Well, it feels good for me." She smiles. "Do you need more reasons than that?" Sheldon sits upright and moves his Ipad to the side.
"Maybe I do." He looks up into her eyes. She takes her hand and runs it through her hair until it gets stuck in tangles. "You did that, so you fix it. It's only logical."
"Me?" Sheldon crosses his arms. "You were the one thrashing your head around."
"And why was I doing that?" Her cheeks flush again and Sheldon smiles.
"Amy, I have no idea how the female mind works-"
"Because you needed to know if my cheek color depended on the number or orgasms I had. Remember?"
"I gathered a lot of data, I was just plotting it actually, before you interrupted me." Amy drops the brush on his lap.
"Well, if you can figure out if cornflower red and poppy lily corresponds to simulation type, then you can also tidy your experiment's results." She throws a pillow between his legs and sits in-between them. "Don't you know its sloppy science to leave an experimental setup in a condition other than you find it in after you are done?" She tries not to smile as he grabs a piece of her hair.
"Cornflower lilac and poppy red; did you just refer to yourself as an experimental setup?" She did. Amy laughs and Sheldon joins her. He starts to bring the brush down in her hair-
"OW!" Amy, a woman who has taken a spanking without a complaint, turns to him and grabs her hair as if he's assaulted her. "Sheldon!"
"What?" Amy brings some hair to the front and removes the brush from where it is stuck in her hair.
"You start from the bottom like this to get the tangles out." After watching her brush a small section he takes the brush and she turns away from him. It is some work, and his arm burns a little from the amount of brushing, but he's never seen Amy so relaxed. He's not hurting her at least. He makes methodical work of brushing the sections, switching hands when they get tired, and drying the hair on her robe.
"I think the last tangles are done."
"No, I don't think so." Sheldon narrows his eyes. Where? He goes through once more, paying extra attention to it. Amy hums in appreciation as he continues.
"Certainly done now." He reaches for the Ipad again and puts the brush down.
"Keep going." Amy rubs the back of her head on the couch,
"Are you trying to tangle it again?" He holds her head still, "Is this, pleasurable?"
"It feels good." She answers as she tries to do this again.
"So, do I have permission to do more experiments on you, so long as I return the 'experimental setup' back to its original condition?"
"With at least 72 hours of rest between."
"Noted." Sheldon picks the brush back up and continues to brush Amy's hair.
"Oh, this feel so good." Amy purrs a few minutes later.
"Better than you felt in the bedroom earlier?" Amy smirks.
"Much better." Sheldon's hand freezes and he stares at the back of her head.
"Really?" He's fascinated. "What else do you like?"
"You could use your hands too. You could braid it. Washing it feels really nice." Amy swears she can hear the gears in Sheldon's head turning, but he's gone back to brushing her hair, so she has no complaints.
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