*A/n Hey guys, I'm back with the last chapter of this fic, sorry it took so long I had a little writers block but also tried out my first phanfiction, which I will post later for anyone interested. Thank you for all who have invested in this fic and read it and enjoyed it, I am so glad I got the chance to share my thoughts and I look forward to more fics like this in the future! Leave me a review if you liked this and I will see you all next time :D

Ever since the day they met, Sheldon and Amy had been inseperable, whether it was digital contact or they were actually spending time together. Their relationship had been based truly on knowledge and respect at first and no touching was involved what so ever.

Today was the day to dwell in their confidence, burry their old doubts and take their relationship to the next level.

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Amy's room was quiet and comforting. Being in such an intimate setting made Sheldon nervous, but Amy's soft breathing had calmed him immensely, and in a haze he walked over to her after locking the door.

She looked so lovely.

He had never seen her so exposed. He was surprised that she wasn't nervously pulling down her shirt to cover her pale thighs, or avoiding his eye. None of this happened, rather, she was all confidence. Sheldon found himself drinking her up, carressing her every inch with a gaze that was meant only for her, and reaching out to touch her.

She welcomed his touch with a smile and nod, and the first thing he went for was her arms. He held her at this distance for a long while, feeling the fabric of her cardigan carefully and taking a deep breath.

Licking his lips, he pulled her shirt up and over her head with great ease.

Every aspect of their activities was so new to Sheldon that he had a hard time not expressing his feelings in some way. He smiled lightly at the sight he saw and pulled Amy into a strong embrace, running his hands up and down her naked back and biting his lip to keep his verbal exclamations to a minimum.

Meanwhile, Amy's hands had gone a little lower and kept venturing further. He knew her destination, and his heart sped up at the thought.

It was so intense, in fact, that he burried his head in her neck and felt his breath hitch at her touch. He clenched his teeth and sniffed her hair, his fingers grazing over her soft skin until he could not handle it anymore.

His lips instantly colided with her neck. She made a pleasured yet surprised sound and her hands finally rested upon his bottom, where they squeezed gently and massaged slowly. His hips began grinding against her enough for her to let out a small moan and he found himself grinning.

If he could do this to her, what other things could he do to keep those sounds coming and keep the bar high?

Abandoning her neck, Sheldon began trailing light kisses and pecks all over her. On her lips, her cheek and jawline, and eventually down to her collar bone and above her breasts. He could tell she was loving it because it distracted her enough to close her eyes and sigh.

Her hands had stopped moving.

Sheldon was determined to make Amy more pleasured that she had ever been. His tongue worked like magic against her skin as he decided to take in every inch of her, nibbling in random places and sucking gently in others. His combination had caused her to bring her hand to his head and run her fingers through his hair, which in itself was quite memorable to him.

He loved any touch he could get from her.

By this point Amy was beginning to see Sheldon's game. Though he was doing an excellent job in pleasuring her, she wanted to feel him in similar ways he was doing to her. She reached down and pulled his chin up so he was looking at her and her lips came crashing into his faster than she could remember her name and both their lips parted quickly.

For Amy it wasn't enough just to French kiss the one she loved. Her hands went from his hair to his arms to his chest and below. She could feel him jolt as she went further, could hear his impatient yet content sigh in her ear, and in that moment all she wanted was him.

They were both impatient, indeed. It was getting increasingly hot in Sheldon's room, and Amy was beyond squirmy. She was pressed into Sheldon far more than she had ever been and he pulled away from her breathlessly, only to remove his pants and soon find her lips again with another roaring, passionate string of kisses.

He was leaning into her so much that she ended up lying on the bed, to her delight. Sheldon thought she looked so beautiful and innocent as he hovered above her, climbing fully over her and dipping down to kiss her everywhere he hadn't yet. Her fingers were clawing at his back and pulling him down, and eventually he became too antsy to continue doing such simple things to her.

His own finger slipped down to the top of her panties. He knew she'd be ready for this, but it took him a moment to collect his thoughts and encourage himself to go through with his plan.

Within moments his finger slipped in.

Amy's face contorted from surprise to pleasure as he began moving. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, moving and grinding against his finger desperately. Sheldon thought this must be torture for her, so with one final motion he pulled away and before she could be too disappointed in him, he positioned himself directly in front of her and began to push.