Chapter 6. Denver
The cold breathing of her last cigarette and the strong smell of her perfume filled all his senses during the endless seconds that her lips touched his. His eyes remained open, alert of the unforgivable action that was happening. His skin bristled cold and his heart stopped beating in the second his eyes captured Amy's face among the crowd, who vanished in a blink of his eyes.
Sheldon didn't know, for how long she watched their "show", but he could feel the pain which had overflowed her seeing the scene. Using all his strength, his hands placed on her shoulders, pushing that woman back from him, with a quick move, she fall from the bench of the piano onto the ground. Completely surprised about his action, she opened her mouth.
- "Who do you think you are to reject me like that?". She screamed indignantly, in an arrogant movement she got up to her feet and placing her hands on her hips. "Do you know who I am?".
- "Yes, you're not her, and you will never be". Sheldon simply said, turning his whole body and stepping out of the room, while walking, he tried with the sleeve of his jacket to remove any traces of her on his lips.
Closing the door behind him, Sheldon took some needed air, he looked through every corridor and room he found at his path, searching for any clue of Amy. Her room was empty, and each one around it. Suddenly, the sweet and fruity smell of her hair filled Sheldon's nose, guiding him to one of the corners of the restaurant car, that was completely empty and dark.
At each step the smell was more intense, and in the silence of the night, Sheldon could hear her sobs between bitter tears. Huddled in a corner was Amy, wrapped herself on the cold floor like a wool, her hands over her face and her hair stirred.
- "Amy!". He whispered, sitting crouched in front of her. "Let it me explain to you, what you have seen is not, I …"
- "Are you going to tell me that you two weren't kissing?". Amy interrupted him, tearing her hands from her face, revealing her red eyes and the black tears of makeup which run down on her cheeks. "Do you think I'm blind or stupid?".
- "No, Amy, of course not, it's true that she kissed me, but I didn't want to, I didn't even expected, please, believe me".
- "Sheldon, you don't have to give me any explanation, it's all very clear, she's much more attractive than me, if you are gonna have fun with one, of course, you'd choose her".
- "What are you saying? That's crazy!". Sheldon took her hands, holding them and bringing them to his chest. "For starts, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, you are smart, sweet and perceptive, I would never compare you to someone like Christy, believe me".
Sheldon kissed her hands softly, her skin was cold and salty from the tears, they were still trembling as her breathing. For a few seconds Amy left herself get lost in his eyes, they were so blue, bright and deep, that seemed a mirage, a place where nothing bad could happen, but the reality, one more time, hit her in the face, and in the groove of his lips were still remains of her lipstick, of Christy.
- "Even if I believe you, what does it matter? This has been crazy, it does not make any sense, I don't know you".
- "It makes sense to me, Amy, I had never done anything like this before … you are my exception".
- "Until someone better than me appears ...". She whispered, raising from the floor and drying her cheeks full of tears with the backside of her hand. "This is the best Sheldon, believe me, you don't want to be with someone like me". Amy said sadly.
- "How will it be better if you will be not with me?". Sheldon asked aloud, watching how Amy walked away from him, closing the door behind her, and leaving a void in his chest that he had never felt before, an intense and overwhelming pain.
Amy woke up with the intense track of the train arriving to the next station. Her head was spinning and her mouth felt bitter and dry. The wine last night had been too much, and all the events after that last sip seemed now blurred and incomplete.
Rising slowly from the bottom bunk, she grabbed her head, walking slowly and with shaking legs to the window. Through the curtains she could see the bright light of the white snow from the mountains. The stunning views of the place left her perplexed for a few seconds.
Suddenly, the sound of a moan behind her, spun her around. There was Christy, in the upper bunk, sleeping soundly, when all the events of the night hit her like a jug of cold water on an icy night.
The image of Sheldon and Christy kissing, pierced her head as a hammer, causing that two burning tears fall down from her cheeks. It hadn't been a dream, it was a nightmare from which she want to wake up, all her fears had been fulfilled, and at this moment, all Amy wanted was to jump off from the train and get away from all and everyone.
Drying her tears, Amy approached slowly to her closet, grabbing her clothes and purse and entering into the bathroom. If it wasn't enough with the headache and the nauseas, the worse will be to see that stupid face of Christy and how she would tell her how right she was.
A few minutes later and fully dressed, Amy tiptoed out of the room. She had managed to leave without waking her up, but now it was the hardest part, spend the rest of the day on the train hiding from Sheldon. Making sure the hallway was empty, Amy took the first step but a rustle of paper on the floor alerted her.
It was a white envelope, she took it slowly, rushing carefully with her fingers over the smooth and perfect letters on the front. "To Amy". Her head was screaming no, but her fingers took control of her body, and without thinking, she opened the envelope, taking the letter from his protecting cover.
- "Dear, Amy". She whispered, hearing the soft voice of whom she knows was the owner of the letter, Sheldon.
A chill shook through her entire body, and with a big sigh she closed the letter, putting it inside of the book she had in her hand. She couldn't face this, not now, and as she started to walk again, she felt how her head was spinning even harder and a sharp pain raised in her temple.
The rest of the day passed without problems, after several glasses of water and some analgesics for her head, Amy found a perfect place to refuge herself for the rest of the day, at the end of one of the corridors was a small staircase which led to a high area of the train with boxes of cutlery and tablecloths. She knew that she shouldn't be there, but the simple thought of facing the reality, was just too much. In this place she was safe, she felt a calmness that her heart and mind desperately needed. There, with her book, and the sound of the wheels, was all she could expect for the day.
Closing the book after finishing it for the fourth time that year, Amy wondered if she had lost her mind. It wasn't normal for her to behave the way she did the last couple of days. To let herself be carried away by her instincts which she had always rejected, for a man, a stranger after all. No matter how much Sheldon had talked about himself for the past four days no matter how much their minds had connected to each other like never with anyone before. What she really knew about him? Maybe so many love novels had taken effect on her and as her mother always repeated, it was a sin and a shame for a young lady to read that kind of perverse books.
Amy ran her fingers down the cover of the book. A handsome man with long and blonde hair riding a white steed, holding his woman, so precious and sexy that Amy sometimes doubted who she was really looking at, she or he. Was that what she wanted? Be the woman whom a strong man rescue from?. She had always been an independent woman, strong and with firm convictions, and that, had given her more than a headache in her professional career, a place where a woman has no place on, or at least they say so. And now she was doubting of everything, everything she always had fought for, for what, a man?.
- "Noo!". Amy screamed as tears started to streaming down her face.
Without thinking twice, she picked up the book, and threw it on one of the boxes next to her, causing Sheldon's letter to slip through the pages and fall into her lap.
Her mind knew that it wasn't a good idea, she had denied the letter's existence all day long, and still, her heart was beating knowing that it was there, so close. But now, it was between her fingers, and she couldn't deny it any longer, she needs to know what it says, she needs to know what Sheldon wants to say.
"Dear, Amy,
I never wrote my feelings on a paper before, in fact, I denied having them for a long time. For that purpose, I created an armor myself, a refugee where nobody could enter and I thought, naive of me, that way I would be safe. Having it under control was my goal, and for years I achieved it successfully, but then you appeared in my life, and all my convictions and beliefs about myself took a shape. You showed a side of me that I would never have believed existed. You made me laugh and feel like never before, and I believe that I will never be the same after this, because Amy, you are the reason for all this, your mind, your eyes, your smile, everything has flowed those new feelings that will always belong to you, no matter how far away you are from me, or how many years to come, you are the exception, and you always will be.
Maybe your observation of our relationship is appropriate and logical, it may have been just a madness or an illusion, but if so, I don't regret it, any for a second, to have gone through it, because it's the only thing in my life that I don't want to control it, that I don't want to know if it's real or not, because it doesn't matter, it's the best thing I've ever felt, and I must thank you. Thank you for appearing in my life, you have given it meaning.
Always yours, Sheldon".
Amy closed the letter, bringing it close to her chest, and feeling like she could vanish at any second. Never before had anyone talked like that about her, opening up and giving it sense of everything she was feeling.
Her heart was beating so hard, that she could feel the beat all over her body. Maybe it was crazy, it could be illogical or meaningless, but if something makes you feel that way, you have to leave everything aside and grab it with force, you have to turn your fear into your ally, enjoy it, even if it's just a limited time, not to think and act, just let you guide by your heart, only this time, and finally, know how life can be wonderful.
Amy jumped up, leaving the book on the floor, if something had taught her the love novels, it was acting fast, not being afraid to explore what her body craved so badly.
She slid down the ladder, listening only to the sound of her footsteps against the carpet in the silence of the train.
Through the windows, the night had covered the sky, and only the sound of the train could be heard in the empty hallways. She didn't know what time is was until she heard the sound of the clock ticking two in the morning above her head.
Standing in front of Sheldon's room, Amy considered her options, she could knock, surely, finding him resting, interrupting his sleep to tell him, what?. She hadn't even thought what to tell him, what she wants, if it's fair to make him go through this situation, but the letter in her hands, gave a new meaning to everything, and without thinking it, she slid her hand on the knob, opening the bedroom, and entering into the dark room.
- "Sheldon?". She whispered, in the softest tone she could, approaching the bed.
But the bed was empty, like the rest of the room. Amy checked the bathroom, and the closet in case his belongings weren't there, but everything was exactly where it should be, except for him.
Leaving the room, not knowing what to do, Amy heard in the distant the sound of the piano keys, as if a breeze had passed between the keys, and like them, Amy was being guided by the same breeze, to the piano, attracted for a music that her ears didn't hear yet, but her heart felt.
Amy walked slowly down the long corridor with only the bright of the moonlight, that passed through the window, to illuminate her footsteps into the unknown, feeling as something pushed her harder than gravity to earth, as the sound of the piano keys sounded again, as if they were whispering her name to the wind.
The door of the communal room was ajar, and through the gap she could see the figure of Sheldon, sitting on the piano, crestfallen, touching with his fingers the instrument that her ears had noticed, and her heart had followed.
Without saying a word, Amy approached slowly to the piano stool, sitting next to Sheldon who fixed his eyes on her, as if he had seen an illusion. His pupils were as blue as the sea, dark and enigmatic and with a golden glimmer like the honey they used the last days to sweet their teas. As she looked into his eyes she saw they were red, and the marks of tears on his face. Amy felt her throat choke, and at the same time, how her pulse came out of her body like a song, from her heart to his ears.
"Chances are, 'cause I wear that silly grin
the moment you come into view;
chances are you think that I'm in love with you".
Amy began to sing, first as soft as a whisper, and gradually raising her tone, taking out all her heart in each syllable that brushed her lips. Her eyes remained closed, afraid of Sheldon's, until the keys of the piano began to play along with the melody, and Amy could only open them, to see how Sheldon was still watching her, while his fingers slid between the keys in perfect synchrony.
"In the magic of moonlight,
when I sigh "hold me close, dear"
chances are you believe
the stars that fill the sky are in my eyes".
Amy closed her eyes again, but now, feeling how the melody entered through each of her senses, making her skin bristle and to cloud her mind. Sheldon's scent was intoxicating, so close to her that she could taste it on her lips, remembering those kisses from the most exciting morning she had ever had, those kisses that made demolish the foundations of her principles, to feel something that she always had denied, the kisses that those lips in front of her had given her, and that now, were craving to feel them again.
With each line of the song their bodies gradually approached to each other, feeling the heat that they were gave off, and listening the throbbing of their hearts, which seemed in sync. Sheldon brought his lips to her face, delicately, without touching it, but leaving only a small thread between them. Whispering softly the lyrics of the song, which was about to end.
- "... chances are, 'cause I wear that silly grin ... " . His soft and delicate voice compassed with hers.
- "... the moment you come into view …". She continued softly, while on her face it drew a smile and her legs trembled.
- "... chances are you think that …". Amy brought her lips a little closer, so close that she could almost feel the warm of his breath. "… I'm in love with you". Both sang slowly in sync, feeling each letter that came from their lips and that crossed the other, making them shake.
Sheldon lifted his hand from the keys, brushing her face gently, leaving it on her cheek as his eyes locked with hers. Her eyes shone with the glint of the moon which pierced through the window in front of her, Amy's skin was white like porcelain, seemed delicate as the snow in the dark and her perfect red lips trembled in front of him like a leaf in the wind. She was so perfect in every sense, so unique, so incredible that it seemed a lie that she was again with him, in his arms, for him, and only for him.
Slowly, his lips closed the small gap that separated them, merging with hers again in a passionate kiss, his hands searched for her body, to prove to himself that it wasn't a dream, that it was more than a illusion, that finally his lips were where they should be, on Amy´s.
She felt like her body was invading again with that warm feeling, a feeling that make all her world vanish around her, and only she and Sheldon existed in it. Her hands slid to the nape of his neck, bringing him closer to her, in a delicious agony for feeling every inch of him on her skin. As his other hand slid up to her waist, her lips let his tongue pass, which began to dance on her mouth in an indescribable cluster of sensations.
Without breaking the kiss that consumed them, Sheldon placed his hands around her curve body, lifting her in his arms in a quick move and bringing her close to his chest. A surprised moaned escaped her lips as he lifted her up and slowly started to walk through the room headed to the door.
Her lips kissed his, dying if they parted, remembering every second of their life that they had been separated, and knowing that they could never do it again, even if they tried. The piano was left now in the distance, as she felt how everything around her move, Sheldon was walking down the long corridor to his room, while Amy was melting in his arms, wrapped in an endless kiss.
The passion which surrounded them was such that Amy couldn't say how many minutes had passed, or if it had been hours. There, lying on Sheldon's bed, with him over her, kissing every part of her body made the hours not count, the reality didn't exist now, and seemed as if life had stopped suddenly.
Sliding his hand under her blouse, slowly his fingers found her firm and shaped breasts, caressing them between his thumbs, while Amy moaned into his mouth and shuddered under him.
Sheldon had never felt such pleasure before, to feel how his hands and mouth made Amy scream with pleasure was a new universe for him, to let her know how much he wanted her, how the simple change of shape in her eyes had awakened an avalanche of desires on him, how the blush of her cheeks or the taste of her sweet skin has made his body want more. He wanted to know what it is like to feel completely intimated to her, to give everything he never thought he would give to anyone, let go his body and soul, just for her.
- "Amy". He whispered, almost breathless, while his eyes were fixed on her bright orbs. "I need you so much, I want to be with you, in every possible way".
Amy raised her hands to his face, caressing his cheeks and bringing him closer to her lips, trying to think in how to say something that her body had already decided, that she craved and desperately needed him.
- "Me too, Sheldon, I never thought I'd say this, but …. I want to feel everything, I need to know what all this feelings are about". She kiss him softly, giving him full access to her body as her hand released his face. "I've never been with any man before, but I know I want you".
- "I was never with anyone, I never even thought about being with anyone, but you, you are …".
- "Your exception?". She finished for him, biting her lower lip softly.
- "Exactly, you are everything Amy Farrah Fowler, let me show you, please". He said, desperately returning to her lips, claiming them as his.
Amy slid her hands down his back, feeling his firm muscles under the shirt, which she, slowly, unbuttoned until his bare torso was before her eyes. Feeling how her core will explode, burning like a fire. Opening her legs, she led Sheldon stood between them, brushing, still dressed with his pants, the most erotic and sensitive part of her.
The desire, like their breaths, increased with each kiss, caress and touch. Sheldon slid her open shirt among her shoulders, bringing her breasts to his mouth, and lowering his kisses from her stomach to her navel. With his fingers, he unbuttoned her skirt, throwing it to the floor, with her stockings and panties. Seeing her beautiful body before him, so soft and delicate. What Sheldon needed to do, was undo his pants and melt back to her lips, with so much passion, that both were breathless.
Amy immersed herself in his neck, kissing and biting his intoxicating skin, letting herself be enveloped by his scent, hearing in her ears, the throbbing of his heart and the moans of his lips.
- "Sheldon, I want you". She whispered in his ear, causing a spate of sensations to travel all over his body, making his whole skin bristle.
Sheldon bit his lower lip, placing his body between her legs, and staring at the entrance of her wet core, very gently, he entered her, feeling like a burning and beautiful fire enveloped his body, in a sea of sensations that he didn't know well how to process them.
Fixing his gaze on her intense eyes, Sheldon checked how her expression had changed. "Are you okay?. I can stop if I'm hurting you".
- "No, please". She said with a trembling voice and her hands cupped his cheeks, bringing her lips to his in a sweet little kiss. "Keep going". She begged him.
Sheldon continued to adjust to her body, very softly and delicately, while his lips kissed every inch of her face. The intense pain which Amy felt at first was now slowly fading away, feeling as the pleasure took control, making her moans couldn´t hold on her lips.
Scratching his back, Amy felt how Sheldon had increased his thrusts, giving her a pleasure that she had never experienced before. "Mmm … Sheldon". Her moans grew louder, while he bit her hard nipples and caressed her breasts in the most sensual way.
Sheldon tilted his head back, feeling how her pulse had increased, and her breathing stirred more and more. Her legs wrapped around his waist, making him quicken his pace. "Amy …". He hummed as he felt how her hands sliding down his back, grabbing his posterior and squeezing it hard.
His thrusts accelerated, more strong and passionate than before, feeling how Amy was reaching to the climax, grabbing his skin with such force that they would be marked on it, forever. Sheldon grabbed her waist with his hands, bringing her body closer to him, feeling as he thrust deeper into her.
- "Oh my good!". She groaned, sinking into his neck, and feeling how a surge run through her body, as the pulses of her walls caught Sheldon, who with one last thrust collapsed on top of her, feeling how his orgasm made his body tense and fade.
Sheldon lay on the bed, beside her, both were exhausted, sweaty and impressed by what had just happened, for what their bodies had done, so natural and perfect it had been. Sheldon pulled the sheet over their bodies, passing his arm under her neck, wrapping him around her still, breathless body. In a soft move he kissed her shoulder, leaving his nose resting on her skin while his eyes closed.
After a few moments in total silence, Amy started to breathe normally again, the rattle of the train came back to her ears and the first rays of the morning began to pass through the window, which was covered in white and bright snow. She closed her eyes, listening to Sheldon's rhythmic breathing. They almost reached the middle of their way, but for them the trip had just begun. Softly, she kissed his chest and lay her head softly onto his body, a satisfied sigh left his lips as she drifted into a calm sleep.
Thanks so much for reading fellows! Hope the wait had been worth it. First of all I want to say Happy New year to everyone, wish that all your dreams come true this 2018. As you just read, we headed to the M-rated, and I promised you that things are going to get hot in that train (vixen mode).
Thanks for your reviews, messages and always support, means so much to me, next week new chapter (I'm again on track to a weekly update yay!). As always thanks to my super beta Linda, who correct this in record time, a big ovation to her!.