Chapter 2: Don't Tell Me What To Do!

Dedicated to shamybabboos: It feels like years since you've been here.

- Today, my boyfriend and I were having sex and in the heat of the moment I cried out for him to go harder. He had an exasperated expression on his face, and in an adamantly offended tone he said, "Don't tell me what to do." Then he stopped and left the room. FML-

Warning: Dangerously sweet OOC Sheldon. Rating M.

"Did you enjoy me reading the menu to you?"

"Yes, Sheldon. That was very sexy," The couple walked to the elevator of Amy's building after the dinner. The elevator doors closed while Sheldon moved closer to his girlfriend and placed his hands around her waist from behind as she pressed the button to her floor.

"I know you find my eidetic memory rather alluring. It was disappointing that our waiter didn't appreciate it, though." Sheldon inhaled the scent of Amy's hair before sighing softly in contentment, while Amy giggled to herself.

"Well, I think he would've, if he didn't find it tedious and mind numbing; considering the fact that he had other tables." Amy pressed her back against his chest as her hands found their way crossing to rub his arms delicately.

Sheldon frowned, "Do…do you find me tedious and mind numbing when I do that?"

"When you're being all arrogant and showing off? No, sweetheart, I think it's endearing."

"Sarcasm?"

The elevator doors opened before she could respond, and seeing it as an opportunity to escape the conversation, Amy tore away from her boyfriend's embrace before taking his hand in hers as they walked to her door.

"Sheldon, you don't have to walk me here every date night. I don't mind walking alone to my apartment from the bus stop. It's only 3 minutes away." Amy came up to her door and turned to face her boyfriend who had an undistinguishable expression on his face.

"You know why I walk here every date night," Sheldon whispered as he stared at her olive green eyes before capturing her lips for the first time that night. He walked forward not losing contact from her lips, until she was pressed against her door as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue.

Amy let out a soft moan as she gripped his hair, while Sheldon's hands started to wander in to dangerous territories. More precisely, her plump posterior. Amy broke the kiss suddenly being fully aware where the night was taking them.

She rested her hands on his chest, which was clad with the gray suit she adored, while Sheldon rested his on her back; two of them still dangerously close with their bathing suit areas touching ever so lightly. "Sheldon, we agreed that Thursday date nights will be traditional. Nothing above PG-13 rated. You know, how we used to spend date nights back when-"

"Back when I wasn't humping your brilliant brains out?" Sheldon smirked smugly at his girlfriend who immediately turned red.

"Sheldon!" Amy playfully smacked his shoulder. "But still, Dr. Cooper, rules are rules. Our Relationship Agreement dictates that we must not participate in any hanky-panky on Thursday date nights."

"But it's a stupid rule," Sheldon whined almost childlike to which Amy gave him a stern look. "Fine. But remember, little lady. Tomorrow night is sleepover night. And you owe me, your very sexually frustrated boyfriend, big. You owe me big."

"How is that so? You signed the agreement. This is your fault as much as it is mine."

Sheldon sighed. It was hard to argue with her logic. But the vixen seems to be enjoying this a bit too much. And before he could say anything in protest, Amy closed the gap between their faces by giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Good night, baby. I'll pick you up from work tomorrow."

"Oh, I love it when you call me that…" Sheldon moved closer to give her a tight hug. "You sure I can't spend the night here?"

"Positive."

They shared one last kiss before Amy parted to enter her apartment. Amy chuckled lightly as she heard his boyfriend muttering something about burning the Relationship Agreement while she closed the door.

Her apartment was silent and a bit dark. The only light present was the glow from the streetlamps filtered through her windows. Feeling slightly exhausted from their museum visit and a plate of roasted chicken, Amy started taking her clothes off as she made her way towards her bedroom. Before switching on her stereo to play Tony Bennett's The Way You Look Tonight, Amy plopped on her bed with nothing but her underwear.

She sighed before deciding that she had no interest in taking a late night shower. And Sheldon was right. They really need to burn the Coitus Clause on the Relationship Agreement. What were they thinking? Amy was just as aroused by his groping as he was, except that hers wasn't as apparent.

As the soft music filled the room, Amy dug her side cabinet and took out an object in to her hand.

"Hello, Gerard, my old friend. Haven't seen you in a while."

Next Evening:

Amy tapped the car wheels as she waited patiently for Sheldon in her car. He was brutally punctual in general, which she admired, but it seemed that he was a bit off schedule today which was surprising. Before she picked up her phone to call him thinking that something might had happened at work, Sheldon opened the car door and he let himself in.

Amy observed that he looked a bit relatively glum, given the fact that on Fridays he was always enthusiastic since his girlfriend would be spending the night. Sheldon fastened his seatbelt and looked straight ahead as though he was avoiding eye contact.

"Hello, Amy."

Amy started steering the wheels and decided something was definitely wrong.

"Hi, Sheldon. You okay? You look a bit blue."

"I am not suffering from any diseases, and all of my body parts are fully functional if you must know."

"Sweetheart, I meant that you look a bit sad. Anything happened at work?"

His personality seemed way off compared to last night, and it was quite probable that something upset him at office. Maybe Gablehauser was making him attend one of his sex infested fundraisers again.

"Work was mundane as usual, Amy. Until I got to my office and worked my way to tear the mask off nature and stare in to the face of God."

Amy sighed knowing that it was unlikely she could get anything out of him while he was this cranky. She then drove to 2311 Los Robles in complete silence. After they made it to his apartment, Amy brought a kettle of water to boil and made tea for both of them. She gave Sheldon his mug before sitting down next to him on the couch, who was still sulking in his own world.

"Sheldon, you need to tell me what's wrong," Amy said gently as her boyfriend stared at the floor.

"It's nothing, Amy. I'm just feeling a bit," Sheldon paused before uttering, "blue."

Amy took the tea mug from his hands before setting both of the cups down on the coffee table. She leaned closer to him and ran her hand up and down his right arm comfortingly. "Is there anything I can do, baby? Perhaps call the boys and ask them to come over for a spontaneous video game night to cheer you up?"

"No, it's alright." Sheldon looked at her eyes for the first time that day before giving a small smile. "C'mon, little lady. Let's go take a nap. I'm exhausted."

Sheldon stripped himself to his underwear and got under his covers as Amy rummaged the cabinet Sheldon had reserved for her in his room. With the development of sexual intimacy in their relationship, Sheldon felt it was fitting to have her clothes in his apartment. Also, the clothes served as excellent companions during lonely nights when he wants to sleep in her presence.

"Try the green one."

"Hm?" Amy turned towards her boyfriend who lay on bed tucked under the covers.

"The green top. Wear that one."

Amy took out the green tank top and some shorts before stripping and putting on her new attire. She tossed her work clothes in to Sheldon's hamper, crawled in to bed and snuggled close to him. Sheldon wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist and buried his face to her chest.

"I love it when you don't wear a brassier," he whispered while tracing circles lightly across her hardening nipples.

"It is liberating," Amy smiled as she ran her fingers through his locks.

She was slowly drifting off to sleep when his light caresses turned in to fondling. He squeezed both her breasts and started kissing and sucking on her neck.

"Uh…Sheldon…"

Amy tried to understand what was happening in the midst of her drowsiness, and Sheldon stared at her opening eyes before whispering, "No more excuses."

Amy opened her mouth to say something but Sheldon cut her off by planting his mouth on hers. He kissed her passionately as his hands wandered around the regions he could not touch the night before. Amy moaned in to his mouth as her hands reached for the clothed arousal of the man above her.

As soon as her hands touched the pitched tent in his underwear, Sheldon not only lost his train of thought but also all his coordination. His brilliantly gigantic mind evacuated itself of all mathematics and worldly worries as it filled with lust for Amy. He bucked his hips towards her fondling hands while simultaneously pulling off her shirt over her head.

He found his prize and dove his head towards them, finally in bliss to have found what he was looking for.

It took them roughly a couple of minutes until both of them lay naked, panting and in desperate in need to connect themselves.

"Are you ready…Amy?" Sheldon whispered before sucking the spot on her neck that he knew would drive her wild.

Sheldon nudged her wet entrance with his length in anticipation. Amy looked at his icy blue eyes and gave him a nod to proceed his actions, and he didn't need to be told twice. Sheldon drove all the way inside her with one swift move and closed his eyes. His heart exploded with euphoria, as he rocked their bodies to achieve his much needed closure.

All Sheldon thought in the midst of their passion was how perfect and sexy the woman under him was. With her, he felt like she could satisfy any and every need his body craved.

Sheldon picked up the pace and was pounding in to her with force. And by how she was responding to his actions, it seemed that she was feeling ecstatic. "Oh…Sheldon. Harder!"

Her words, though gentle, seemed to have hit some nerve in Sheldon because he had abruptly stopped his thrusting to look at her as though he'd been slapped. Amy looked at him confused, wondering what had happened to evoke such a reaction from the physicist. She experimentally grinded her pelvis towards his, but he slipped out of her, still with that hurt expression of his face.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Sheldon exclaimed before standing up, putting his robe on and making a beeline to the living room; desperately wanting to get out of the situation.

Amy was left on the bed, naked as the day she was born and immensely frustrated. She was used to Sheldon getting ticked off at unusual times, leaving her to figure out what had gone wrong. At times, talking to him was like walking on a minefield.

Amy sighed in frustration and put her tank top and shorts back on before walking to the living room, determined to find out what could have possibly offended her very aroused boyfriend. When she made it to the living room, she saw Sheldon in his spot with his head in his hands. He looked devastated for some reason and Amy's eyes softened as she grew genuinely concerned.

Amy sat next to him and rubbed his shoulders soothingly. "Sheldon, you have to tell me what's wrong. You've been upset since I picked you up from work, and you won't tell me."

However, he would not talk so Amy tried again. "Is it Gablehauser or Janine? Are they making you do something you don't want to do? Sheldon, you can tell me."

They sat together in brief silence before Sheldon uncovered his face from his hands and spoke, "No. It's not about either of them. It's…It's about last night."

Amy saw that he was still not making eye contact. "Last night? The Coitus Clause on the Relationship Agreement has you upset?"

Finally, his eyes met his and he cleared his throat before talking. "No, not that. Well, partly because of that. But what I mean is after at the end of date night when you went back in to your apartment."

Amy looked at him, still trying to read his expression to find a clue of what he was talking about. After she went back inside? What did they do after she went back inside? She just took her clothes off, played some music and-

Realization hit Amy and she opened her eyes wide.

"Before you get mad, yes, I went back in to your apartment using your spare key." Sheldon lightly touched Amy's knees, who was still in shock. "Because I was frustrated and I needed you. I mean, you're my girlfriend. There shouldn't be any rules to when I'm allowed and not allowed to touch you. That's preposterous."

Sheldon continued while studying her face which was still trying to calculate the gravity of the scenario, "I was halfway to your bedroom to surprise you when I…I heard you pleasuring yourself."

"Oh, Sheldon…I'm so sorry you had to witness that. I mean, all people do it, and I swear I didn't know you were there…"

"No, that's not why I was upset." Amy looked at him questioningly. "I know that people do…that. Even I do it. But it hurts that you would refuse my offer and go to your room to not think of me."

"What do you mean not think of you?"

Exhausted, Sheldon finally cried out, "You were thinking of someone named Gerald! I don't know who that is, but I will find out! Is he working in the biology department? Is he a celebrity?"

Amy looked at him and realized that he had only heard part of her personal activity. She sighed and explained, "Sheldon, Gerard is not a person." Sheldon only stared at her in suspicion.

"You remember when I told you that I had an electric toothbrush to…satisfy me? Well, his name is Gerard."

A brief moment of silence filled the living room and Sheldon stared at his girlfriend contemplatively, trying to process her every word.

"So…you're not thinking of some weird biologist when you're…?"

"No."

"Do you think of me?"

"Always."

"You don't think I'm tedious and mind-numbing?"

"Nope."

"And you don't think I'm unsatisfactory in bed?"

"Oh god, no."

"Oh…"

Sheldon hunched his head down, unable to keep eye contact, and let an almost inaudible whisper, "Sorry I ruined sleepover night."

"Oh, Sheldon, come here…" Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in to a hug. "Sweetheart, you didn't ruin anything. And I'm sorry I withheld from you last night. I shouldn't have done that. And you were right."

"Yes, I was. But right about what?" Sheldon tightened his embrace on her waist he rested his head between her shoulders. She was so comforting.

"We really need to burn that Coitus Clause on the Relationship Agreement."

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