A/N: Thank you for the reviews! Smut and fluff warning for this chapter!
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Once their pizza had arrived, Amy made her way to the reception to collect and pay for it.
Arriving back at the suite, she noticed that Sheldon had opened the balcony doors, letting the warm air into the room.
"Mm, it's beautiful out there!" Amy smiled.
"It's more beautiful in here." Sheldon replied, looking meaningfully at Amy.
Amy smiled. "Nice try; I still say we do it later."
"You're mean!" Sheldon pouted. "Anyway, I thought we could eat out on the balcony. What do you think?"
"I think that's a great idea." Amy replied, grabbing some paper plates and napkins and two bottles of water, whilst Sheldon took out the pizza box.
As he and Amy sat on the balcony, enjoying the view, Sheldon noticed that Amy had brought her camera out and was snapping photos of the view from the balcony, and then began snapping photos of Sheldon.
"Amy…If you're going to take photos of me, at least be in them too." He requested.
She scooted closer, then thought better of it and sat on his lap, turning the camera around to shoot a photo of the two of them.
Reviewing the photo, Amy burst out laughing. "You look like a rabbit caught in headlights!"
Sheldon grabbed the camera and frowned. "Oh Lord…delete that please and take another one."
"You have to pose, Sheldon."
"I'm not a girl."
"Okay, well smile then."
Sheldon smiled his creepy smile, and Amy's eyes widened. "Um excuse me, Joker, but is my husband in there?"
Sheldon gave her a withering look, wiping the terrifying look off his face. "While I'm impressed that you know who the Joker is, I object to being compared to him. Your punishment is being disallowed to take a photo with me. Off you get!" He started trying to tip Amy off his lap, but she grabbed on.
He tried to lift her up, but Amy held on to the chair for dear life, looping the camera strap round her wrist so that it wouldn't fall.
She started laughing as Sheldon failed to lift her off, and as he started laughing too, she quickly turned the camera around and snapped a photo of both of them.
"Yes! That's it!" She cried triumphantly, reviewing the photo and seeing a perfect natural shot of her sitting on Sheldon's lap, both laughing.
"Oh, I like that!" He smiled. "But you still need to get off."
"Or what, big boy?" Amy challenged, teasingly
"Or else I'll tickle you!" Sheldon started tickling her in the sides, making her laugh louder and squirm.
"It will never work Sheldon!" Amy was saying between laughter, "I am the almighty Vixen; nothing can stop me!"
"Oh, is that so?" Sheldon raised his eyebrows, and began to unbutton Amy's shorts, with his free hand.
He found his way past her panty line and dug deeper, his finger finding her spot and rubbing intensely.
"What are you doing?" Amy asked, catching her breath.
"You wouldn't get off!" Sheldon replied. "I did warn you."
"I thought it was supposed to be a punishment? Not a reward."
"What greater punishment than tipping you over the edge of unbearable pleasure?" Sheldon asked huskily, into her ear.
That sentence and his tone of voice drove Amy wild, and she was soon writing against his hand, feeling his growing arousal pressing against the small of her back.
She stood up, removing her shorts and panties completely, placing them on the vacant chair, as she helped Sheldon pull off his pants and underwear, before seating herself back on his lap and teasingly grinding against his erection.
He returned his finger back to where it was; feeling a wetness as he slowly fingered her.
Amy was softly moaning now. "Oh God…Sheldon…I need you now."
"I'm sorry, who do you need?" He teased, leaning his face closer to hers, his lips just out of reach of hers.
"I need you Doctor Cooper. My Texan stud!"
Driven completely wild, Sheldon pushed himself into her, groaning softly as he did so.
Amy ground against him hard as their lips finally met in a passionate and intense kiss.
"Want to do something hot?" She whispered.
"Aren't we kind of already doing something hot?" Sheldon replied.
"I think we should document this moment on camera too." Amy winked.
Sheldon frowned. "Provided that it ONLY stays between you and me, I'll agree to that." He said. "Promise me."
"Uh-huh." Amy nodded, positioning the camera above them so that she could take the picture.
Sheldon stopped, and Amy moaned. "Don't stop, keep going."
"I will if you promise me that picture will not go to Penny or Bernadette or anyone we know. In fact, anyone at all. That picture is ours and our only…Promise?" Sheldon begged.
"I promise Sheldon." Amy replied…"I mean, I promise, Dr Cooper. Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Thank you my Vixen," Sheldon replied, continuing to move his hips against Amy as she quickly snapped a picture, before putting the camera down and bucking her hips forward, feeling orgasm approaching.
She moaned louder, burying her head in Sheldon's neck, as he took hold of her hips and held them in place so that he could thrust deeper and harder.
"Oh my God…Sheldon, don't stop…I'm going to…"
She let out a loud cry as she finally let go, and came in a rush.
"Oh God…Amy!" He called out, releasing seconds after her, for what felt like eternity.
They collapsed on each other, still sat upright, and sweating.
It took a few moments for them to realize where they were.
Sheldon blinked. "We…We just had sex on the balcony?...With all these people around?!"
Amy was breathless. "Yep…Oh wow, that was the best sex we've ever had!" She sighed dreamily.
"It certainly was." Sheldon agreed. "So good that, strangely, I don't care who saw us! So…Let's see that picture!"
Amy grabbed the camera and clicked on the preview, until the image filled the camera's screen.
"Wow! We look good!" Sheldon commented. "But please keep to your promise."
"Of course I will." Amy nodded, kissing him lovingly. "I'll upload it and save it onto the laptop though; nobody ever goes on there. I can then Bluetooth it to your phone if you like?"
"Sure. Thank you." Sheldon replied. "I shall enjoy looking at that!...I can't believe how dirty we were!" He whispered, laughing.
"I have been a bad influence on you, haven't I, stud?" Amy purred.
"I don't mind." Sheldon answered, "And by the way, that whole 'Texan stud' thing? I liked that a lot, my Vixen!"
"I'm glad, my Texan stud!" Amy grinned, "But can I ask you something?"
"Of course." Sheldon replied.
"What will happen when we return home?"
"What do you mean?"
Amy swallowed. "I mean…Will we go back to our old ways again? No touching, no sex, no kisses…"
Sheldon frowned. "I don't see why we would." He replied, "We're married now, and this transfer has changed both of us. It's made us do things we never used to do, feel things we never felt, and say things we'd never say! When we go home…Well, technically only one of us will be going home."
Amy frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean…Move in with me Amy." Sheldon said, taking her hand, "You're my wife, and we should live together. We have managed perfectly here, and home shouldn't change that."
"But…Back in California, we weren't physical or intimate or anything. Even getting you to say how you felt caused us problems…I'm scared to go home." Amy admitted.
"California was where I made the decision to come after you and tell you how I felt." Sheldon pointed out, "Feelings and progression don't change according to what state we're in."
Amy smiled. "You really mean that?"
"I do…I didn't marry you because we were out here. I married you because I love you, and you make me happy and make me a better person. Nobody else has the ability to make me feel the way you do, or do things I've never done. Where we are is not a constant…But we are." Sheldon said softly, tilting her chin up.
Amy's eyes filled with tears, and she saw Sheldon flinch.
"Amy, why are you crying? I…"
"Oh my God, Sheldon. When did you become so romantic?" She threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly, letting her tears flow.
"Wait…I'm confused as to why you're crying if you're not sad?" He asked.
"These are happy tears." He heard Amy sob.
"Oh…" He frowned, "So I make you happy?"
"More than ever." Amy confirmed as she sat back upright and wiped her eyes.
Sniffing, she composed herself with a deep breath. "And I would love to live with you." She smiled.
Sheldon smiled back. "I'm glad…Anyway…Our pizza is getting cold and we are still out here with no pants on!" He looked down.
"Oh crap!" Amy exclaimed, quickly pulling her panties and shorts back on, as Sheldon re-dressed himself and allowed Amy to sit back on his lap as they tucked into their pizza, staring out over the hotel gardens and the sea.
"I'd love to live by the sea in California one day." Amy sighed.
"Really?" Sheldon asked. "That's a long way from either of our jobs."
"I know, but…"
"Maybe we could rent a Summer house." Sheldon suggested. "Somewhere to come on vacation, and when we have children, they can enjoy the pool and the beach while we sit on our loungers, doing our work!"
Amy blinked. "I love that idea! But wait…Children? I thought we were planning one!"
"For now." Sheldon nodded.
"How many do you see us having?" Amy inquired.
"Three." Sheldon answered.
"Is that because of your obsessive compulsive thing?" Amy asked, biting into her slice of pizza.
"Hmm, yes and no."
"Explain."
"Well," Sheldon swallowed his mouthful of food. "Mainly yes, but also no because I was a middle child and look how I turned out! My guess is that if we have three children, they will already be prodigies, but our middle child will be the smartest of them all…Like I was!"
Amy laughed. "You're a twin, right?"
"Sadly, yes."
"Well…Does that mean that I could one day get pregnant with twins if they run in the male side of your family?"
Sheldon looked skywards, thoughtfully. "Possibly."
"So…I go into this whole thing thinking that I could never have one baby, and then all of a sudden…'congratulations, you're having twins'?" Amy laughed.
"There's a high chance. My father was a twin, I'm a twin, my grandpa on my dad's side was a twin…"
"Holy crap!"
"Yeah. It hasn't skipped a generation for about 4 generations now…I did some research on my family history. And the possibility of me impregnating you with twins is apparently between 60-70%."
Amy blinked and swallowed hard. "Uh…I hope there's no family history of triplets?"
"Actually, there was one case back in 1783; he and his wife had triplets. His name was Edward Cooper." Sheldon recalled.
"Oh…Okay." Amy replied, feeling worried.
"But that's very unlikely to happen." Sheldon said, quickly, seeing the panic on Amy's face. "That was centuries ago."
"But…Twins?"
"It might not happen right away!" Sheldon said, "It might not happen at all, but the probability of it happening is pretty high, that's all."
"Oh…No worries then." Amy said, sarcastically.
"Why are you so afraid? More to the point, why am I not?" Sheldon frowned.
"I'm terrified about one day having to pass two babies through my uterus on the same day!" Amy admitted. "It's okay for you; you don't have to go through the pain of childbirth and pregnancy!"
Sheldon bit his lip. "True, but I'm still terrified. I mean it's me! The man who's afraid of germs, who used to be afraid of any form of intimacy or human contact. The man who panicked about picking up dog poop in a park! This is a huge thing for me, too."
"Then why don't we just not have one?" Amy shrugged. "Simple."
"Is it though?" Sheldon asked.
"Well…No, but…"
"The choice is ultimately yours, Vixen." Sheldon spoke softly. "You'd be the mother and the one responsible for carrying the baby…or babies. I know you've been back and forth with this, and if it's not what you want, then…Then that's fine."
"No I want it!" Amy protested. "And that's the truth. I do want your children. The thought of having two at a time is a little intimidating!"
"I'll be there."
"Yeah, but it will gross you out Sheldon. I know you…You hate hospitals; you hate blood and gore and icky stuff. How would you cope with me in labor and giving birth? You'd probably pass out."
Sheldon held Amy's gaze firmly. "You know I hate seeing things incomplete or unfinished? Well, if I'm to put babies in you, you can be rest assured I'll be there when they're coming out!"
Amy smiled and nodded. "Okay…I feel much better now that we've had a proper, adult talk about this. Thank you Sheldon."
"I'm glad." Sheldon replied, finishing his half of the pizza and wiping his hands on a napkin. "And thank you, Amy."
She frowned. "For what?"
"For making me human."
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A/N: So this chapter was longer than my last ones, and I decided to make them give each other pet names! That's it for tonight's double upload. Thank you for reading and reviewing ;) Chapter 40 coming soon!