*A/n Hey guys... I have no idea if this chapter is good or not, but I decided to put it out there. Idk, what do you guys think?

There was no tremble in Sheldon's hands, but a steadiness as he attempted to pick up the mess he had made on his girlfriend's floor. He was bound to make an even bigger mess real soon, and there was no need to leave a lot to clean up that couldn't be done in the shower with one Amy Farrah Fowler.

He squirmed anxiously at the thought of potentially showering with his girlfriend at the end of their activities. He wondered how long he'd have to sit in the afterglow of their time spent together, cuddled up to her and sweating. Though the thought was somewhat repelling, he found himself standing up once more and in moments in front of Amy.

He clutched a single condom in his hand probably more tightly than necessary. He didn't want to accidentally forget about it, though he doubted he would. It did, however, restrict his fingers from being able to properly feel the soft skin of her waist...

So he tossed it to the ground.

Amy only looked mildly shocked, that was until her eyes fluttered shut at the contact of his lips on hers. It was so exhilarating to be so close and intimate together that Sheldon allowed himself to get lost. When he uncovered his head from her neck after some escalation, he was so drunk off her touch that his knees were weak.

And she was there to catch him. She was there to support him and make him feel comfortable, as well as pleasured.

She smiled up at him with a wink.

Sheldon found it interesting how confident Amy seemed as she pressed herself to him, and his bum ended up against the wall in the process. Her breath was hot against his skin and he shuddered in pleasure when he heard her whisper his name.

Her kisses kept adding to the free feeling she was handing him. He felt a desire to kiss her back with fervor and eagerness and he acted on it. He tangled his hands in her hair without a second thought and before long he was the one pulling her to him even more and their breathless pants filled the air.

He spoke her name softly against her lips, happy and content. His kisses had become somewhat lazy and he was exploring more of her, when she pulled away a bit and tugged at his shirt like an innocent child.

Of course he knew what that meant. Why was he surprised? She was such a vixen.

The shirt came off within moments.

Her grin lit up the room and suddenly it was gone, buried, in the matts of his chest hair. Sheldon never knew this feeling could be so powerful, so heated, so... consuming. His skin was all hers as she gently trailed her tongue over it and he sighed.

He wanted something more. He grabbed her hand and she slowly lifted her head after lingering on him a bit. With his hand on top of hers he led them both to a place unexpected, and though she seemed unsure at first, she soon began rubbing against him while watching his expression curiously.

He couldn't keep her eye he just had to throw his head back. A quiet moan escaped his lips and he decided to squeeze her bottom, making her gasp.

...In the middle of everything they were doing, a thought occurred to him. In the back of his mind he knew his actions were out of love and desire, but what if she didn't?

Pulling back he stared deeply into her eyes, but couldn't resist every urge for long. His head found it's home back in her neck and he slowed down considerably, breathing in her scent as she continued her contact with him and his parts... before long his mind was spinning enough to drive him crazy.

The throbbing... it was too much. They couldn't do this here, behind closed doors was better for their first time. Not a moment too late she seemed to have read his mind and stepped away, and he looked thoughtful before he led her by the hand to his room.

After they entered the room though.. she scampered out. It wasn't necessarily a horrible thing, he had a good view since right before she did this she decided to pull her skirt down, rather seductively might he add.

Now she was just teasing him... bending down in front of him and looking all beautiful like that. His heart was racing.

And then he realized she had retrieved the condom for them.

Thank God, how could he have forgotten? Honestly it made his pride for her grow, she was so careful yet care free and she set his own soul free; his heart ablaze.

While gazing at her he couldn't help but notice how her panties had a nice hue to them. They brought out the cute little blush of her cheeks even. The curves of her body were so alluring...

He needed her. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do so, but he swiftly moved behind her and she backed right into him. His hands went around her waist and on her stomach as if on instinct.

"I believe someone owes me a thank you." Amy whispered, holding the condom between her fingers. He nodded and trailed his hands down until they were on the top of her panties.

He was curious, what could he say? She stopped him, however, and shook her head.

"Are you sure you want to do this out here?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

The amount of lust in her eyes was enough to make him crumble to her every need. He gulped and shook his head but didn't move.

Amy boldly stepped in front of him and he smacked her backside before silently following her into her bedroom.