Chapter 5: Omaha

As his lips captured hers with such passion, Amy felt how her whole body started to trembled under his hands. His kiss was everything she had ever thought it would be, soft, tender and so intense that it took her breath away. She had come back to him , to receive what she knew Sheldon wanted to give her and what they both wanted so desperately but were too shy to give, and yet it was being more than she had ever imagined. It was more than a first kiss, it was THE KISS, with all the letters.

Sheldon leaves himself let go by his instincts, biting her lower lip, making Amy moaned into his mouth, as his hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him. She tasted so good, sweet, like the honey from the tea they shared, he needed to taste more, more of that succulent treat that was her.

Slowly, he deepened the kiss, asking for permission with his tongue as he run over her upper lip, he need to feel her warm and soft mouth. Amy opened it gently, and their tongues intertwined in a slow dance, wanting for more, for more of that pleasure that was the other. The sensation was so intense that caused her moan deeply, feeling how her body melted under his strong arms, which tightly tightened her hips.

The sound of her moans was too much for his ears. Feeling like a blazing flame ran through his body, making him kiss her with more intensity and fury than before, raising his hands over her warm and curvy body, cupping her cheeks with his hands. Her face was burning with the same fire that burned inside of him, and although, he kept all the time his eyes closed, he could feel that she was blushing, as hard as he was.

The minutes passed while both didn't want to leave the moment to disappear, gently, they pulled away, both of them breathless, with their gazes fixed in the other, as if its were the first time their eyes ever connected. Sheldon caressed her soft face with his fingers, while her smile spread over her face, both still so close to each other that their noses rubbed sweetly.

- "Amy …" He groaned, biting his lower lips that still tasted like her. "Thanks for coming back, I would never have forgiven myself for missing something like this".

- "I didn't either, I had to do it, I had to know that what I felt was real". She lifted her head toward him, licking her lips. "It is, right?".

- "Of course, I've never felt anything like that, you …". He was saying when a knock on the door stopped him in his tracks.

- "Mrs Fowler? I'm Adam, I'm coming to pick up your luggage, is this alright?". The voice of the revisor shout at the other side of the closed door.

Amy bit her lips to hold back a laugh, "Yes, just a minute". She shouted and as soon as the last word came from her mouth, she melted into his lips, catching him by surprise, but after the first seconds, he let himself be carried away by the incredible sensation of their mouths connected again.

- "I have to go". Amy begged with a smile, as their kisses deepened once again, and Sheldon had cover with his arms her waist to pulled her closer to him. "Seriously, I have to go". She said smiling, still kissing quickly his sweet lips again and again.

- "No, please …". He begged, kissing her again. "Stay here, we will share the room, please". His arms surrounded her entire body, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her suit.

- "I don't think it's a good idea". She smiled softly, raising her eyebrows to his proposal. "We've already bothered the reviewer enough, I will see you later, I promise". She finally release her from his hands, and kissing him once again as she placed her suit and hair well.

- "Lunch, at one, as always?". He asked softly, supporting his body against the wall, without stopping to look at her bright and beautiful green eyes.

- "Of course". She said, grabbing the doorknob to get out. "And Sheldon ... you have my lipstick all over your mouth". She said laughing with a smirk smile.

Sheldon quickly jumped into the bathroom, before the revisor could see him, closing the door behind him. The sound of Amy's laughter was heard behind the door, while she and the revisor pick up her belongings and left, leaving the room in total silence.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, his hair was scrambled, his cheeks flushed hard and his lips were covered with the intense red lipstick of Amy, as a proof of their passionate encounter. He smiled to himself, while with a white handkerchief he wiped his face off to clean it. He had never been so happy as now, he had never felt his heart beat so intensely and he had never wanted to treasure a memory like this in his eidetic memory, which at this moment, seemed the best gift that life could have given him, to feel like the first time her lips against him, once and again, forever.

Amy knocked on the door of her new bedroom, number two, at the beginning of the corridor, next to the common room. Waiting for the answer she looked sadly at the room she left behind, where she had lived some of the most intense moments of her whole life and where Sheldon were probably be reading, seating on the sofa that they had shared this morning .

The door soon opened in front of her, and a young woman, about her age, waited behind it with a big and bright smile. Her hair was almost platinum blonde, long and undulating, like waves that fell on a dark brown kimono, with beautiful embroidery of white flowers. Her eyebrows were curved and dark, over an intense pair of blue eyes. Her fleshy lips had an intense dark red, and two large earrings swung from her ears.

- "You must be Amy, come inside". The young woman said, grabbing Amy's arm and dragging her into the room.

- "Oh!". Amy exclaimed, as she felt her body dragged in. After a few second to settle her head at, she turned her gazed around, analyzing what was going to be, her new room, during the next six days.

The room was practically the same, but it felt so different. It felt much more colder, and the green and comfy sofa was now corn colored and everything was full of suitcases and clothes scattered everywhere.

- "Sorry for the mess, I was trying to choose what to wear, and well ... nothing seems perfect to make a good impression right?". She said, laughing with a high and husky voice. "My name is Christy by the way".

- "It's a pleasure, Christy". Amy said softly, giving her hand to shake it with hers but she approached to her in a quick move and surrounding her with her arms.

- "Oh please, two kisses, we're going to be roomies after all". She said, giving her two kisses on her cheeks. "When I was told that a young woman wanted to change rooms I was delighted, I don't know what that guy did to you, but let me tell you that I understand you, men are irritating sometimes".

- "Oh, no, Sheldon is a delight, it was his idea at first, but he has nothing to do with that, he is a real gentleman". Amy said softly feeling her cheeks burn on her face.

- "Mmmm Sheldon ... sounds sexy, how is he?". Christy said, as she pushed some dresses of off the couch, throwing them on the floor and sitting on it, with her bare feet on the cushions.

- "Well …". Amy walked towards her, sitting carefully at her side and thinking about the incredible blue-eyed man who was waiting for her a few doors back. "He is a very intelligent man, tall and handsome, very gentle and sweet …".

- "Oh, looks like a good match" Christy interrupts her. "Are you a couple or something?".

- "What? No, we - we just meet a few days ago in the station of New York, and we have come to connect a lot in those days". Amy bit her lip, thinking in leaving out the story that she, in fact, had actually kissed the man that she barely knew.

- "Well, let me tell you that men can be all fun or just a sea of tears. You have to do as I do it, choose one, enjoy him as much as you can and then move on to the next one". Christy said as it was the most normal thing in the world, getting up from the seat and taking a tight red dress from one of her suitcases, which show much more skin than Amy would ever be comfortable to wear, even to sleep.

After some changes of clothes and having seen much more of Christy than Amy would like for a first day, both women walked down to the cafeteria, a little after of one o'clock, so Amy certainly knew that Sheldon would be waiting for her impatiently in the bottom table. That thought made her heart jump and she could almost feel it beating in her chest.

Christy wasn't the kind of woman which Amy had frequented during her life, almost all she knew were biologists, studious and socially inepts, and like her, unable to have a real relationship. But Christy wasn't like that, no, her way to walk, or moving her body, it was like a dance, she greeted and flirted with the rest of the passengers on her way, as if she were a star of a show, commenting on Amy's ear anecdotes or simple gossips, which Amy found hilarious.

When the two women arrived at the restaurant room, everything was crowded. Amy could see some new faces which had come from the Chicago station, and the gray and saturated landscape of the city, that moves away through the windows of the wagon. Amy approached to her new friend, pointing to her where they could sit and both walked without hesitation to the bottom of the wagon.

Sitting placidly on the last table of the wagon was Sheldon, filling the crossword of the newspaper, with a cup of steaming tea on his hand. His pocket watch resting on the table, and Amy knew he had checked the time more than he would ever admit.

His hair was combed and looked impeccable, he was wearing a dark brown suit jacket with a white shirt that highlighted his soft and pink skin, a dark red tie fell down on his chest in between of two long suspenders. Amy fixed her gaze on his lips, fleshy and perfect, savoring her own with her tongue, trying to remember the taste of them, and how a few hours ago both lips were connected, in indescribable pleasure which she could never forget.

The soft sound of Amy's footsteps on the carpet didn't go unnoticed to his ears and heart, as he jumped from the seat, directing his gaze towards her, Amy, who was shyly smiling to him.

- "Sorry we're late". Amy apologize shyly, staring at him with a soft and sweet smile which made his skin crawl all over. "I want to introduce you to my new roommate Ch-...". But before Amy could finish her sentence, Christy walked to Sheldon, raising her hand so he could kiss her.

- "My name is Christy, Its a pleasure". She said with a hoarse voice. Sheldon just stared at her shocked, but using all his cavalry, he kissed quickly the hand of that woman who was waiting with a smile. "I cant believe that they let so attractive men get on board of this train". She said shamelessly flirting.

- "I don't think that the choice of passengers is related to the attractiveness of these, if not, more in the solvency of being able to buy their own ticket". Sheldon said, raised his eyebrows as her statement hadn't made any sense.

Amy chuckled at his words, knowing that Sheldon hadnt understood the woman's intention at all. Softly, she sat in front of him at the table, trying to hide the grimace of her face, and seconds later, Christy accompanied her, rolling her eyes for her vain attempt of flirting with this handsome man.

A few minutes later, after ordering the food of their lunch, the conversation was much more relaxed and focused on the trip. They commented the days which were ahead until they will arrive to California and Sheldon started to tell the adventure to be spent locked in the snow a few days before arriving to Chicago.

- "You've been so brave". Christy said in a mellow voice, hearing Sheldons tale and grabbing his hands, covering hers over them. "I don't know what I would have done, so many days without knowing if I could get out, it must have been scary".

Sheldon noticed Christy's cold hands, her long fingers trying to intertwine with his, in vain, as he closed his fists in the instant her skin touched his. Sheldon looked up slowly, seeing the large eyes of her fixed on him. She was a woman who everyone could considered aesthetically beautiful, no doubt that she fit in all the standards with which you can classify beauty, her small and thin nose, her thick lips and soft lines jaw, but all he see when he looked at her was that, a beautiful facade.

It was so different from what he could see in Amy. His eyes fixed on her, seeing her sweet face and smiling. In her he could see sweetness and affection, her eyes were full of intelligence and wisdom, that can spoke to him, and what they said, was pure poetry, a beauty out of any standard or measure, a beauty so pure and marvelous, more than anything Sheldon has ever seen or experienced in his life, something magical.

- "Sheldon!". She repeated for third time, and now Sheldon's ear could heard his name, returning him to reality, to that womans eyes fixed on him.

- "Mmm.. yes, sorry". He bit his lower lip, trying to focus his attention on the conversation, but his eyes were still lost in her, in Amy. "What were you saying?".

- "I was saying that you was truly a brave man, not all men can keep calm in such a situation, believe me, I've known them all". She said, winking at Amys at her last sentence who let out a soft laugh.

- "Well, it's not like I did anything special, and I had some help to calm me down, thats for sure". Sheldon assure her, looking at Amy's face who blushed all over at his statement.

The delicious meal which followed by tea with pastries, and as the hours passed the wagon was getting emptier as the three youngs talked and laughed. Christy was a very particular person, she had a very open and social attitude, more relaxed and open minded, and during their time together, Amy could see how all those flirting were her way of acting with the opposite sex, a clear example was how all the waiters refilled her cup even when she had only taken a small sip. She was very funny and spicy, an explosive mix when you know how to use it, and really, she knew.

The clock on the wall started to rang as it's marked six o'clock. Sheldon raised his head, realizing how he had spent the day talking to the two ladies.

- "Well Ladies, I think it's time to retire to my bedroom, I should work a little before dinner". He said, lifted his body from the chair and looking directly to Amys sweet eyes. "Can you accompany me for a moment, Amy?". He asked shyly.

- "Oh". Amy blinked. "I-mmm …". Amy stammered as her fingers played nervously with the spoon of her cup.

- "Amy had promised to show me the train". Christy interrupted, wrapping her long arm around her new friend's shoulders. "We had planned to make girls' night, and well, boys are not allowed, sorry". She joked, while Amy's eyes were screaming at Sheldons.

- "It's true, I'm sorry". Amy said, biting her lower lip. "What if you join us at dinner later?. Amy signed. "It's alright?".

- "I don't want to disturb your girls night, don't worry, I have plenty of things to do". Sheldon said, trying to hide his disappointment. "Have a lovely evening". He said, grabbing his newspaper and leaving the table in quick steps.

Amy turned her head, watching as Sheldon left the room. She wanted so badly to follow him, to kiss him and hug his warm body, she wanted to let him know how the whole day being so close, too close to him and without being able to touch him had been a torture, but she had made a promise, and had to fulfill it. It didn't happen every day that a young woman wanted to be her friend, in fact, it never happened. How is she going to reject the first friend she could have?. He needs to understand that.

- "Amy?". Christy repeated, tapping with her finger on her shoulder to get her attention back. "Are you ok?".

- "Mmm". Amy blinked, returning to the reality. "Yes, of course".

- "You seem a little distracted since Sheldon left". She sipped her still warm cappuccino which she just ordered. "Is something happening between the two of you?". She asked, turning her body to face her.

- "Well I'm not sure, we …- we kissed this morning and …".

- "Oh my god!". Christy exclaimed, interrupting her. "That's great, I'm sure he kisses wonderfully, those lips don't lie, and I met a lot of those types over the years".

- "He does". Amy said shyly, noticing how her cheeks burned her face. "But I'm not sure what to do now, all of this is new to me".

- "Well, the important thing is to understand that this is to have fun, you're the boss, men can be very big and strong, but my dear, in this, we headed it". Christy turned her body, making a sign to the waiter, ordering a bottle of wine and two glasses.

- "Is it not a bit early to drink wine?".

- "It's night somewhere in the world, besides, there can't be a girls night without a good wine to drink". She said, while the waiter poured the two drinks. "For a some good lips to kiss". She said, raising her glass to toast.

Amy raised her glass, toasting with her new friend. The taste of the sweet wine in her mouth brought her the most beautiful memories, of every shared gaze with Sheldon, of his lips and laugh, his voice and intense look, of what it would be to kiss his soft and warm lips with the wine which united them the first night on the train.

With the second glass of wine in her hand, Amy listened carefully to each of the tips she was giving her, the heat had passed to her cheeks, and now she felt a warm feeling running through her entire body.

One bottle led to another, and two hours later, Amy felt that she was not handling her own body, everything around her was confusing, minus one thing, she needed to see Sheldon, now.

The night had darkened the windows that had been showing the snowy landscape of the lands of Omaha during the day. The dinner time had passed and the passengers were walking along the train to their common rooms or their bedrooms. The rattle of the train make the chandeliers from the ceiling to tremble as Amy was holding herself in the walls of the corridors while walking.

Between laughs, both women arrived, as they could, to the communal room, which was at that time of night fall as a principal street at midday. Dozens of passengers drink while wait for the pianist to entertain their evening.

Amy felt dizzy and her cheeks burned like the flame of a candle. Several glasses of wine before her mind and body weren't in perfect condition, but Christy insisted on toast, repeatedly, for all the gentlemen who wanted her, and apparently, you need three bottles for that.

Among the crowd, Amy could peek the presence of Sheldon, who was placidly sitting on one of the brown leather chairs with a old book in his hands and the farthest from the rest of passengers that could be. Alone and in silence, that was Sheldon, exactly as she had always considered how a good evening was, and yet here she was, visibly drunk, with difficulty, to even stand on her own feet, and waiting for her friend to pay attention to her, since a couple of young men had started flirting with her a few minutes ago at the door.

He hadn't noticed her presence yet, he was totally absorbed, reading in silence his book while his feet moved restlessly on the carpet. Amy sighed deeply, walking the most erect and firm possible not to attract the attention of the other passengers and standing right in front of him with her hands on her hips and a big smile.

The smell of wine filled his nose and senses in the instant as the shadow of someone obscured the light of the physics book he had been reading for hours. Sheldon didn't want to be here, not at all, but the reviewers had asked him to leave his room so the cleaning lady could leave it clean and tidy. This room was fuller and more noisy than he would ever like, not to mention it was impossible to pay attention with all the laughs, the glasses and the worse, the sounds of the heels around him that all seemed, without success, to be from Amy's.

Raising his eyes from his book, he could see Amy's deep and intense eyes staring at him from the other side. Her soft cheeks were flushed and her lips had lost the red color of her lipstick, probably it left marked on some glass, and from the smell which came from her, no doubt would be wine.

- "G-good evening, Dr Cooper". Amy said, with a little hiccup and swinging her body in front of him. "Are you enjoying your night?".

- "Not as much as you from what I see". He said, lifting his body to face her as he grabbed her arms and held her in. Her skin was hot, even under the layers of her suit.

- "Oh". Amy smiled. "It's being perfect, and now I think it's going to get better". She stepped up to him, biting her lower lip of the tentation of seeing his soft lips so close to her.

- "Amy what are you doing?". His firm hands on her arms pushed her gently one step back as her smile faded away.

- "I was going to kiss you, I thought it was what you wanted". She grinned. "Did I do something wrong?"

- "No, you haven't done anything wrong, you're just drunk, it doesn't seem right to me, and less with so many people around us, you should go to sleep, Amy".

- "Are you rejecting me?. I thought this was what men wanted, I'm offering myself to you, it's not what you want it from me?". Her voice began to break, and Sheldon approached to her one step, holding her close to his body.

- "Why do you think this is what I want from you?. I never said something like that".

- "I know, but is it not what all men want?. Christy told me, and it's ok for me, because If I don't give it to you, you'll get tired of me and go with someone else, with someone better, like her". Amy placed her hands on her head, in that moment her head began to spin.

- "Better than you?. Christy?. That's crazy". He lead her to the wall where she find support for her back. "Amy, I have never looked at anyone as I looked at you. I don't understand very well what happens here, but I'm not afraid to find out, and I don't want you to think that way about me, that hurts me. If you think that about me, maybe this hasn't been a good idea".

- "I - I don't th-ink that, is that … she-me ..". Amy started to stutter, feeling as the whole room was spinning around her.

- "Dr. Cooper". The reviewer's voice was heard a few meters from them, approaching urgently to the couple. "I need your help".

- "Amy". Sheldon grabbed her face, covering her chin with his hands. "Please go to sleep, we'll talk about this in the morning". Amy nodded, feeling her whole body freezing, without looking at him again, she left the room as fast as she could.

Sheldon watched sadly how Amy closed the door behind her, and her presence faded away. He wanted to go after her, help her and tell her everything would be ok, but the reviewer was already standing next to him, with his nervous feet hitting against the carpet without stopping.

- "Dr. Cooper, please, I have a problem who I am afraid of, but only you will be able to solve it".

- "Of course, Mister Conrad, with what can I help you?".

- "You see, our musician has suffered a small accident and it seems he has a very deep cut in one of his hands".

- "You know that I'm not that kind of doctors, right?. Im a doctor in Physics, and although I could list all the veins and muscles of the body in question of sutures … well, I would not be a great help". Sheldon assured him.

- "Yes, of course, it was not that, the trains doctor is already assisting him, don't worry, for what I was looking for you, is to play the piano, tonight for the passengers. You play the piano, right?".

- "The piano?. Yes, of course, but I'm not sure if I can give a proper show, I'm not a showman at all …. and I -".

- "I can help you with that!". A high and husky voice sounded behind them. Christy approached to them wiggling her hips, standing next to Sheldon and putting her arm around his shoulder. "I will sing and entertain the night while this handsome man plays the piano".

- "Great Miss Christy, I'm sure you have a wonderful voice, please go to the piano and start the show, people are impatient".

Sheldon could get rid of her arm, and without a word to her he walked quickly to the piano, sitting on the bench and checking it before starting. Christy approached to him while she picked up the microphone and commented to the passengers that they will lighten up the night with their performance.

A few minutes later Sheldon began to play a song and she sang and danced around him, she seemed taken from a movie, a bad one, in his opinion. As much good as her voice was, the only thing he could see was what she had done to his sweet and innocent Amy, and song after song his hate for her just permeate every part of his body with more fury.

- "I know what you said to Amy". He whispered to her while she continued to sing one of the songs, moving her body around the piano. "She's so much better than you could ever be, and your games will not work".

She continued waddling and slowly approaching to him, running his hands down his back and hair. "We will see that, darling, I always get what I want". She whispered back to him.

Christy looked around, all the passengers were enjoying the show, clapping, signing and adoring her, but among all the people, she could peek someone else, the broken face of Amy, who was at the door, watching the scene with glassy eyes.

- "Not me, that's for sure". He said to her, as she sat behind him on the piano bench, running her fingers through his body, while the song was about to end.

- "If I can't get you, neither will she". She whispered as she grabbed his tie tightly, pulling it toward her and kissing his lips as her eyes stayed wide open and fixed on Amy who notice how tears started to fall from her face, and run away from the room without looking back.

Thanks so much for your patience for the update of this chapter, as some of you know from my instagrams stories I moved to a new house last weekend, and it was more stressful as what I expected, but I love my new home, it's a new step in my life and I cant wait what 2018 is bringing for me!

I will try to return to the weekly routine of the chapters as soon as I can but I cant promise anything yet, but there will be an every two weeks updates for sure, so I will not leave you with the desire of too much time!

Thanks so much for reading, if someone is asking, yes, is Christy "whore of Omaha" character from the serie, at least, my version of her, so don't expect anything good from her!. As always thanks to my beta Linda, for her help and support during these stressful weeks!

Merry Christmas to all of you, with love, Ana!