He felt himself getting close and pressed his lips to hers, not even attempting to hold on. He groaned loudly when he came and it was only seconds later than Amy followed before Sheldon rolled off her, both gasping for breath.
As the aching returned to her nether regions and exhaustion began to wash over her, she knew she had to remember to lay off the tickling.
The brightness of daylight shining through her lids woke her as well as the lanky arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her still. Breathing in the scent of talc, she nuzzled her nose into his neck. She could stay like this all day. Unfortunately, Sheldon had other plans.
"Morning," his voice was rough and she felt his hand lazily running up and down her side before he trailed kisses from her cheek down to her neck.
"I'm so worn out," she hinted with a nervous smile before yawning for added effect.
Sheldon didn't catch on.
"I can give you energy." She gasped when he disappeared under the covers before she felt lips gliding over her ankles and making their way up her thighs. "Ow!"
Amy gasped when she realized she closed her legs on his head and watched him pull the covers off him to stare at her in shock. "I'm sorry! Are you all right?"
He rubbed his head as he nodded. "Did I startle you?"
"Yeah," she lied. Truth be told, Amy just wasn't in the mood today. She didn't want to tell him in fear of Sheldon never wanting to try anything with her again.
She was exhausted, not crazy.
Smiling, he crawled up to hover over her until could kiss her lips chastely before he pulled his face back mere inches. "Did that startle you?"
She felt his breath against her face and she shivered. "No."
He smirked before he lowered his head to her neck to kiss the hollow of her throat in the same gentle way as he did her lips. Again, he pulled his face back to look into her eyes. "Did that startle you?"
She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him. "No." It was evident in her shaking voice that he was having an effect on her. She didn't know if she was more turned on for terrified for what her lady parts were in for.
He, again, leaned down, only this time his lips found just below her collar bone.
She didn't know how he was able to have this strong of an effect on her so quickly, but before she knew it, he rolled on a condom and flipped her over so she was sitting on his lap.
She closed her eyes at the sensation of his hands caressing her hips under his shirt and reached down to palm his chest.
"Uhh Amy, please."
Despite the aching in her core, she couldn't deny the throbbing she was now feeling for the man beneath her. She reached down and took him in her hand, stroking him a few times and relishing in the moans he was releasing before she pushed up on her feet and positioned him at her opening.
He held her hips securely before he pushed her down over him and she cried out in painful bliss. "Sheldon!"
"Yes, Amy." He picked up the pace until she was bobbing up and down on him fiercely, her eyes closed while one moan after another cut through the air. Her hands were still on his chest as he did most of the work but her energy was wearing thin.
He reached up and grabbed her breasts through the Batman shirt and squeezed them gently before pinching her nipples through the thin fabric.
"I'm gonna cum," she warned as her head tipped back and she grabbed his thighs as she slammed down on him again and again until she couldn't even remember her own name as her orgasm took over her body.
Sheldon soon followed, releasing inside of her then and there and smiled as he heard a satisfied sigh from her.
Lifting herself up, she felt him slip out of her before she rolled off him onto her back and took deep breaths as she turned her head and noticed Sheldon's grin.
She loved making him happy and sex seemed to be doing that. But a part of her wondered if sex was going to change their relationship to be merely physical and they would lose the emotional and mental connection that made their courtship so unique.
Hmm ironic.
As he spotted Amy staring at him from the corner of his eye, he slowly turned his head before reaching forward and taking her hand, squeezing it gently.
That was enough reassurance for her.
"So Amy," Bernadette grinned bringing her cosmopolitan to her lips, "have you and Sheldon been intimate lately?"
"HA," Penny nearly choked before getting a look from the brunette. "If I had to guess, I'd say this morning."
Bernadette looked over at a blushing Amy whose only confirmation was avoiding their eyes.
She stared at Penny in disbelief. "Wow. Really?" Her eyes darted to the brunette. "Go Amy!"
"Ladies, please," she whispered, hoping no one around them could hear their conversation.
The microbiologist took a fry before popping it into her mouth. "What? This is exciting. Sheldon not only had sex, but he wants it often."
"Too often," Amy muttered.
"What?" Penny reached forward and grabbed a mozzarella stick.
Sighing, Amy looked around once more to make sure no one else in the bar could hear. "He wants it all the time. It's almost like he's... addicted."
Penny covered her mouth with her hand, stuffing a laugh. Amy glared.
"But, Amy, I thought this was what you wanted. You've been dying to finally be physical with Sheldon."
"Yeah, I meant a couple times a week, not a couple times a day." She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm exhausted."
"Why don't you just tell him you're tired," Penny offered. "He might take that as a compliment."
"I try!" She quickly looked around to see a few club patrons staring at her before she turned back to her smirking friends. "But I can't seem to resist him."
Grabbing another cheese stick, Penny dipped it into the marinara sauce. "Well, maybe that should be your own personal challenge. Next time he advances on you," she shuddered at the thought, "you have to deny him."
"That might be easier said than done."
"Is it really that hard to deny Sheldon?"
"You don't understand, Penny. When he's in the mood, he is very hard to resist." She sipped her drink again before standing. "I need to use the restroom."
Penny and Bernadette nodded as they watched her limping to the direction of the restrooms. Shocked by the way she was carrying herself, they looked at each other sharing a knowing look.
"Amy, what kind of tea would you like?"
Amy looked into his box of assorted teabags before pointing at the chamomile flavored bag and Sheldon looked at her with concern. "What movie do you want to watch?" She made her way over to the couch and sat in her usual spot. "There's also a new documentary on Koalas we could watch.
"Why did you pick chamomile?"
Amy quickly looked up. "What?"
"You picked chamomile." He turned the tea kettle on before walking over to her and sitting down. "That usually means one is upset. What are you upset about?"
"Nothing," she smiled a little too big as she placed a hand on his forearm. "I'm just in the mood for chamomile tea, is all."
"Are you sure? Because I'm your boyfriend and I'm supposed to help you when you're feeling like a hippie."
"I'm fine, Sheldon."
He eyed her suspiciously before he shrugged and reached for the remote. "Let's watch that Koala documentary."
She smiled, glad it didn't seem like he had sex on the brain this evening, and linked her arm with his as she leaned against him on the couch.
"That was probably my favorite Koala documentary yet. Good idea for suggesting it, Amy."
She smiled as she watched him take their tea mugs to the sink as she stood from the couch, wincing again from the slight pain their lovemaking caused between her legs. "It was enjoyable. I'm glad you liked it." She reached down and slipped her purse over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
She turned to see a disappointed gaze on his face. "I'm... going home?" She watched him walk toward her and she sucked in a breathe. You can do this Fowler. You can resist him.
"Don't you want to stay the night?" He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
"Next time he advances on you, you have to deny him."
"I'm really tired, Sheldon. I should probably sleep at home."
"But if you're so tired, I don't want you driving."
She smiled at how worried he was about her safety. That, or he would do anything to get her into bed.
Her question was answered when his hands slowly slid down to her ass as he lowered his lips to hers and she nearly melted into it.
Damn it, Fowler. Pull yourself together. Listening to her inner thoughts, she quickly pulled her lips from his and stepped back.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just- I'm so tired, I'm ready to fall over." That was true if she was being honest. He had worn her out so much the last week that she could barely concentrate at work the past couple days, let alone stand.
"Well, then let's go to bed." She was about to protest when he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.
Thankfully, she had brought an overnight bag to keep at Sheldon's and watched as he pulled it out from under his bed and handed it to her. Thanking him with a smile, she took it from his hand before she went into the bathroom to change. She didn't need anymore reason for Sheldon to want to take her right there. After all, she did have a beckoning pelvis.
After getting washed up, she emerged from the bathroom, before making her way back into the bedroom, where Sheldon was waiting for her.
Slipping into bed, she lay down and turned on her side; she felt his chest mesh against her back as he held her close before he began to kiss her neck.
"Sheldon, I'm really tired."
He pulled his head back and then leaned up, trying to see her face.
"Really? You weren't just playing hard to get?"
She slowly turned onto her back to look up at him. "No. I'm honestly exhausted."
"Oh."
Amy felt a pitiful smile coming on as she saw the evident disappointment in his eyes, but she merely reached a hand up and caressed his face.
He smiled softly before he laid back down and she turned her back to him so he could spoon her.
Slipping a hand under her pillow, she pulled her legs up. "Goodnight, Sheldon."
He yawned loudly before nuzzling her hair. "Goodnight, Amy."
Waking up before Sheldon, Amy knew the only way to avoid Sheldon's charm and to give her chaffing inner thighs some time to heal, was to leave as soon as he could without waking him. Unfortunately, the moment she swung her legs over the bed, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her to him. She was beginning to feel as if he was an octopus and she was his prey.
"Where are you going?" He held her tightly to him and she struggled to move away as he kissed her neck.
"I was- uh, just going to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
"Oh." He kissed her head before releasing her. "Hurry back," he grinned.
She sat up and smiled nervously as she stood from the bed and winced in pain before exiting the bedroom.
She looked at the bathroom door before making a bee-line for the front door, slowly opening it and then quietly closing it shut before running across the hall to stand in front of Penny's door and knocking frantically.
knock knock knock "Penny!"
knock knock knock "Penny!"
knock knock knock "Penny!"
She quickly stopped with wide eyes. "Oh my, sex has turned me into him."
She held her breathe as a worried Penny opened the door and Amy barged inside.
"Amy, what's wrong?"
"It's Sheldon," she gasped. "I was able to resist him last night but this morning I tried to get away and he pulled me back into bed, so I lied and said I had to use the bathroom and that's how I got here." She took a deep breath since her explanation sounded like one extremely long word.
"What's going on?"
Amy looked up to see Leonard walking out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes.
"Sheldon is a sexaholic," Penny teased.
"This isn't funny," Amy hissed. "I'm in pain." She lowered her eyes to the front of her nightgown and both Leonard and Penny grimaced.
"Amy, you're just going to have to talk to him."
"And say what? 'I dread of having sex with you now'?"
"You what?"
All three quickly turned to see a shocked Sheldon in his doorway.
"Oh no," she whispered and felt her stomach turn as Sheldon quickly walked back into his apartment.
Cliffhanger, I know. Poor Sheldon.