Chapter 8: Twin Falls

The morning had passed between laughs and cuddles in bed. It was almost lunch time and Sheldon and Amy were still naked, wrapped themselves in the soft sheets of the down bunk bed. The snow covered the window with the beautiful view of the state of Idaho, which they had entered only a few hours ago.

- "Sheldon". Amy said softly, turning her body to face him. His eyes were sparkling softly, and his hair was sweetly stirred. "I love to be here, but … I'm starving". She laughed while hiding her face with her hands.

- "Oh, right". Sheldon realized at this moment the loud roar of his stomach. He had been too absorbed with Amy to realize that he had skipped dinner and breakfast.

"Yes, me too". Sheldon stretched his arm to the small coffee table, looking at his pocket watch. "It's almost noon, you want to go to lunch?".

- "Sounds perfect". Amy sat on the bed, letting the sheet slide down her body, revealing her curves and soft skin.

Sheldon ran his fingers featherlight over her skin. She was so soft and delicate, so warm and intoxicating. No doubt, he could skip a thousand meals or even his entire schedule just to be like this with her, just one minute more.

- "I should take a shower before". Sheldon bit his lip, lowering his thumb down her spine which make goosebumps over her entire body. "Would you like to join me?". He asked with a husky voice as she gulped at his question.

- "Really?". She turned suddenly, with a mixture of surprise, fear and excitement, while her cheeks blushed red.

- "Yes, well, if it seems good for you, of course, I want you to feel comfortable with everything we do".

- "It's sounds really good, but I had never shared a shower with anyone". She approached to his face softly, biting her lower lip just a few inches in front of him. "But, I hadn't done a lot of things that I've done in these last couples of days". Amy smiled slyly at him and in a jump, she walked to the bathroom, winking at him, while she entered.

Sheldon turned on the hot water tap, the shower began to break against the floor as the mist filled the room. The bathroom was small, miniscule, it could almost be the size of a closet, but the simple thought of Amy´s naked body so close to him, made his claustrophobia to dissipate.

He entered first, checking that it wasn't too hot. The warm water began to fall down his back and shoulders, relaxing his muscles, and closing his eyes at the sensation. It felt good, so good. Helping her with his hand, Amy entered beside him, bringing her body closer to his, feeling how her breasts brushed against his chest.

- "Maybe it's too small for both of us". Amy said, brushing with her hands on his muscular chest, which made her doubt of her previous question.

The drops slid for his body while her fingers broke them gently. Amy bit her lip, lowering her hands to his abdomen, Sheldon had an incredible body, and although he hid it with all the layers of his suits, he had a perfect arms and chest.

- "Nonsense, I never had been better". Sheldon slid his finger down her neck, for her collarbone, to her breasts. Gently, he pinched her nipples, which were starting to get hard at his touch.

- "Mmm …". She moaned deeply, feeling how her body started to melt. Sheldon took her body closer to his, pushing her towards the wall, as he buried his face in her neck, running his tongue over her collarbone to taste her sweet and intoxicating skin. The hot water slid over their bodies, plugging the sound of her moans.

- "Oh, Amy". He groaned, lowering his hands to her firm thighs, grabbing her ass and bringing her core closer to his growing excitement. "You don't know how much I want you". He howled, biting her lower lip, making her moan like never before.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, while her fingers played with his hair. His kisses were deeper, while his throbbing limb brushed her most sensitive part, making her whole body shake.

She wanted him so much, it was animal, irrational. She had spent her whole life suppressing her desires, fooling herself into thinking that wasn't for her, and now her body needed him as much as she needed to breathe. They had spent the whole night and morning making love, touching and brushing every inch of their bodies, and still didn't seem enough.

- "Sheldon". She signed, breaking the kiss, as her hands stop him in tracks. "I have to ask you something". Sheldon nodded, trying to catch his breath.

- "That thing... that thing you did to me last night, well... did you like it?". She stuttered, feeling how her cheeks had blushed more, if that was possible.

- "You mean, the kiss?". He asked her, recreating himself in the sweet memory of his mouth on her wet and warm core.

Amy nodded, unsure if she ever will be able to put words to that. "Aham". She murmured shyly.

- "Yes, of course, I loved it, you taste so good, Amy". He approached to her slowly, kissing her lips softly, stroking with his tongue over her upper lip. "Why do you ask?".

- "Well, since you did it, I thought, maybe I could...". Amy was cut it off.

- "Amy, you don't have to do it if you don't want to just because I did, I would never ask you for anything like that". He cupped her face in his hands, looking at her deeply. "This is as new for me as is it for you, I just want you to feel comfortable and…".

- "Shh…". Amy closed his lips with her finger, kissing his neck, and starting down with her tongue over his chest. "I will never do anything I don't want to, I promise". She said, downing to his stomach, while she noticed how his skin bristled at her path.

Softly, Amy sat on her knees, feeling how the water fall on her back, with her hand, she grabbed the base of his hard member, descending up and down firmly, while a moan escaped from Sheldon's lips. Slowly, her mouth wrapped around him, making him groan harder.

- "Oh, dear lord". Sheldon howled.

- "Are you going to turn to God for this, Dr Cooper?". She winked, while stroking his member up and down, licking the top of his pulsing length with her tongue.

- "Don't tease me, little lady". He groaned, as Amy´s mouth wrapped around him again, making him gulp. The heat of her tongue brushing over him makes all his skin bristle, so hot that it seemed to burn every one of his senses.

Her tongue danced on his skin as her hand stroked him firmly, down and up in a steady path, that it was almost a torture. He was large, very much, and exquisite, a lot. It was the most erotic thing Amy had ever done, there was Sheldon, surrendered to her, while his body twisted to her touch, screaming her name, Amy felt powerful.

Slowly, she pulled her mouth out, sliding her tongue from his base to the tip, twice, as her other hand claw his leg, making him trembled at her touch. "Do you like it, Dr Cooper?". She teased him, licking him again, slowly, while her eyes were fixed on him.

- "Oh, Amy, come here". He groaned, grabbing her arms and raising her to his feet, while his mouth sank into her, savoring his own taste from her lips.

His mouth slid down to her neck, turning Amy around against the wall, placing her exquisite posterior against his member, gripping and squeezing it hard. Sheldon lowered his hands between her breasts, reaching for her core, which was wet and ready for him. Slowly, he slipped one of his fingers in her, making her scream his name.

- "You are a vixen, Amy Farrah Fowler, look what you did to me". He whispered to her ear, while he grabbed his member, entering slowly in her.

Amy moaned, as she grabbed the wall with her hands to hold her weight, feeling her legs trembled. "Ohh, Sheldon". She whispered, moving her hips closer to him, feeling him deeper, starting to thrust into her, first slowly, feeling her all, as his hands grabbed her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples and squeezing them.

Sheldon speed up his pace, feeling how close she was, hearing her screams of pleasure. Lowering his hands to her waist, he moved her towards him, driving her to her orgasm, making her walls grab him, and bringing him to the climax.

- "Amy". He groaned, collapsing on her with so much force that he had to cling the walls to not faint.

- "Oh my god, Sheldon". She moaned as he slipped out of her, and she turned her body to face him. "I love you". She signed without thinking, and at that second, she jumped, closing her lips with her hand.

- "What?" He asked, connecting his gaze with her, who turned away, embarrassed.

- "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to …".

- "No, don't say sorry". He cupped her face with his hands, lifting her gently to face him. "I love you, Amy. I love you from the moment I first saw you, reading that book in the cafeteria, since I saw your eyes, and your smile, and I love you more each passing second". He said, kissing her deeply.

- "I love you too, Sheldon, so much that it scares me". She said catching her breath, and returning to his lips, where they stayed kissing, until the water turned cold.

Sheldon and Amy arrived to the common room, where the rest of the passengers of their wagon were finishing the brunch or starting to drink. The room was decorated with the first Christmas decorations, which due to the delay of the storm, they would celebrate on the train. Sheldon wasn't very happy about the idea, one of the reasons for his trip was to avoid precisely these holidays and the celebrations that it involved.

The couple walked to the end of the car, to their usual table, which fortunately a group of people was leaving at that time. Sheldon sat into his spot, while calling the attention of the waiter and ordering what looked like a feast of pancakes, bacon, toast and all the types of cakes that was on the menu.

- "Oh my god, this is delicious". She said, biting a large piece of smoked bacon. Maybe it was that great or maybe was because of the lack of proteins that her body desperately needed, but the truth was that Amy devoured it as if there were no tomorrow.

- "Oh yes, it is". Sheldon said rosily, while he saw how some syrup slipped down her lip, run down her chin. Normally something like that would have sparked him, in so many ways, each one more deranged than the last, but now, even he was amazed for his own attitude, although his thoughts were still obsessive, to lick that syrup from her skin, or at least let the rest of it run over her curvy body.

- "Sheldon, are you okay?". Amy waved her hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention back.

- "Oh yes, I'm sorry". He blinked a few times. "I've seen something that has captured me".

- "But you were staring at me". She asked, confused.

- "Precisely". He said, lifted his body and dragged with his finger the drop of syrup from the corner of her mouth, sucking his finger with a mischievous gaze at her. "delicious".

- "Hoo". Escaped from Amy´s lip as her cheeks turned red. His intense and deep blue eyes stared at her as no one had ever looked at her before, as if all he ever wanted to look in the world was just her.

Her gaze was lost on the train, fearing that if she connected with him again, she probably would lose all her composure and throw herself back to his lips.

The room was completely full, the passengers laughed and chatted at the tables while the waiters ran between the corridors to attend to all the people. And just on the opposite of their table, Amy recognized a shadow. Christy was there, drinking a cocktail and of course, flirting with the rest of the men at her table, with her usual gall and a cigarette in her hand.

Her blond hair was pulled back into a high bun and her dark green suit was showing more than it should have. Amy smiled, calling her attention, who face her, squinting her eyes and puffing on her cigar.

While she aspired, the sunlight entered through the window, illuminating the glasses and showing a mark on the dark wooden piano, a round one, and as her mind visualized Amy's posterior on the piano the smoke in her chest stabbed like a dagger, making her cough hard for several minutes while her gaze was fixed on Amy who reply her with a simply wink.

Amy was smiling, looked back again to Sheldon, who was very busy with his pancakes, and was absent of what just happened. His face had a lovely pink hue and his hair was still wet from the shower. Amy bit her lower lip, unable to think of anything better to look at him.

- "Everything okay?". Sheldon asked, looking up from his plate to see Amy's smiling face in front of him.

- "Oh, yes". Amy got up from her chair, bringing her body closer to him, and removing a small drop of syrup that had remained at the corner of his lips. "delicious". She said, linking her finger and winking at him.

- "Sheldon, that's cheating". Amy said indignantly, while throwing her cards on the table.

- "It is not". Sheldon said, raising his eyebrows, and trying to steal the cards from her hand. "Was your card, right?". He teased her, making her laugh.

- "But it's not fair, you can't count cards". Amy took the pile, started to shuffling them and mix them well.

- "I didn't count, I knew the cards that had come out, and the ones I had in my hand, so the maths did it, not me".

- "Is still cheating, therefore I won, mister". Amy said, placing the cards on the table and raising her eyebrows defiantly. "Zero to three Dr. Cooper, I thought you were good but it seems you were bluffing too".

- "Oh, yes?. Let's see now, little lady, I will show you how a truly Texan can play poker". He buffed. "I hope you are ready, little lady". Sheldon said, looking at her and hiding his smile behind the cards.

- "Oh, but I born ready, mister". She teased him, hiding her eyes behind her cards and raising her eyebrows. "I don't mind winning over you a third time".

Sheldon looked attentively, every gesture and move which Amy made while playing, how she ordered the cards in her hand or the delicate way of leaving them on the table, without bending them. He had never had so much fun losing, and that rarely happen, and when it does, well, even him need to confess that his reactions aren't always has mature as should be, but with Amy it was different, her intelligence and astuteness overwhelmed him every second that passed, she was special, she was unique.

- "Good afternoon, Miss Fowler, Dr. Cooper, I'm sorry to interrupt your game". The revisor's hard voice sounded behind their backs, making them turn to face him.

- "Mr. Wilson!". Amy exclaimed, "What a nice surprise".

- "No need for apologies, please, join us". Sheldon insisted with a big smile.

- "Well… mmm, thanks, I suppose". The revisor hesitated for a few moments. Dr. Cooper had done nothing but bother him and demand crazy and ridiculous things during the first days on the train, and now, seeing him so calm and relaxed, it was almost scary.

He sat next to them, staring incredulously at the dozen of empty plates scattered on the table and the huge smiles of both of them. "I come to tell you about the Christmas dinner tomorrow night, I know it's a bit hasty, and it might seem a little …".

- "Crazy?" Sheldon interrupt him.

- "Well, yes, but if this trip has been something, it's certainly crazy. Don't you think so?".

- "I agree with that, and a dinner all together on the train sounds lovely, dance, lights, music, sounds perfect, count with me". Amy said cheerfully.

- "That's the spirit, and what do you say Dr. Cooper?. We would love to have you again and maybe delight us with your incredible voice again".

- "I can´t confirm it now, sorry, I have a lot of work to do and there are only a few days left to get to Pasadena". His smile was gone, now he was serious, colorless and almost unrecognizable for Amy. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to the room". Sheldon got up and left the room without crossing his eyes again with Amy, who was stunned in her seat.

Amy opened the bedroom door, finding Sheldon sitting on the bed, his hands over his face and the window wide open, while the snow fell on the ground and the cold breeze came in making her skin tremble.

- "What just happened out there?". Amy enter and walked to the window, slamming it close, and facing Sheldon, who still covered his face with his hands.

- "I don't know what you mean". He stammered, running his hands through his hair and forcing himself not to look at her.

- "You don't know?. Ok, then explain me why you have been incredibly rude with Mr. Wilson, and left me there, alone, without giving any explanation, I thought we were having a good time and suddenly everything changed, you changed".

- "Yes, I changed, Amy!". Sheldon screamed, getting up from the bed and walking to the window where he turned his back to her.

- "What's going on? What did I do?". Tears started to fall down her face, while she was standing in the center of the room, unable to move an inch of her body.

- "This, what I am since I met you, since I entered this train, this ... is not me, I´ m not a friendly, happy and loving person, I don't dance or … make love". He whispered the last. "And above all, I don't celebrate Christmas".

Amy approached to him slowly, running her hands delicately down his back. "I haven't met that person, the Sheldon I've met is affectionate, tender, intelligent and nice, he dances with me, and of course he made love to me in the most intimate and perfect way, and that person, may or may not celebrate Christmas, I don't care, but he will never leave me alone or shout at me, that's not the person I fall in love with".

Amy walked to him, grabbed his face, turning him up to face her, the tears spread across his face, and his beautiful blue eyes were dyed red. "Sheldon, what is it? Tell me and I will help you, you know I will".

Sheldon simply dropped himself on his knees, clinging to her body, and sinking his face into her stomach. "Amy forgive me, I never wanted to hurt you, but I'm scared, afraid you'll see what kind of person I was, that when we get out of here, you don't want to be with that person, with that nasty, neurotic and incompetent social person that I am. I'm a mess, Amy, a complete fraud".

- "No, you are not". Amy dropped to her knees, cupping his face with her hands, and bringing it closer to her. "You are not like that to me, and the whole world can hate you if you want that, I will never understand it, because you are the only person who has listened to me, who has really looked at me, and nobody is going to erase it".

Sheldon kissed her lips softly, stroking them like a feather in the wind. His hands reached up to her chin, lifting her face. "Amy, I love you, I love you so much that I can't believe this is real".

Amy closed her eyes softly, feeling how his words invaded all her senses, and softly returning to them, caressing and kissing them as if their lips also wanted to talk.

- "Amy". He whispered into her lips, and she set aside a few inches, looking at his deep and blue eyes. "I want to celebrate Christmas with you".

- "Sheldon, you don't have to, it's ok for me". She stroked his face, placing his hair behind his ear. "I wasn't doing anything this year anyway".

- "But I want to, I feel like finally Santa listened to me".

- "What do you mean?"

- "When I was little, my pop-pop died shortly before Christmas. He was the only one who encourage me to follow science, to give that to the world, and when my mother took me to see Santa that Christmas, well, I ... I asked him to bring my pop-pop back, and of course, he didn't, so every year since then I don't celebrate Christmas".

- "And what does that have to do with me?".

- "Because you are like my pop-pop, I mean, that you've helped me and pushed me back to physics, to my path, to my true self, and I know it's not the same but I know that now I can forget it, now I have you, and I believe again in Christmas".

- "That's beautiful, Sheldon, and I'm sorry you had to pass through that being so little, I know it's hard to lose someone you love, I truly know".

- "Amy, you never talk about your family, how are they?".

- "Well that is because is not much to tell. My mother had me being very young, she was a very intelligent woman, but like me, she made very bad decisions. My father left her when he knew about me. So my mother did the best, and left my grandparents to raise me while she finished her studies. I was very happy with them, a lot, they were the best parents in the world. My poppa read to me biology books, we collected plants and insects, I learned and fell in love with science thanks to him, but my grandma get ill and passed away, and after her, my poppa died too, both left me and well … it wasn't in the plans of my mother to raise a child".

- "That's horrible, what happened with you?".

- "I was seven when I went to my first foster home, I jumped from home to home until Harvard gave me a full scholarship at 16, and the rest you know, I spent the rest of my adult years there until California called me for work, and I thought it would be nice to get back home, or whatever I have there".

- "I'm sorry you went through something like that, you don't deserve any of that". He cupped her cheeks, kissing her lips softly.

- "Life isn't fair sometimes, but right now I feel is giving me a lot back".

- "I wish I had met you before". Sheldon caressed her face, bringing her closer. "I want to kiss you for every moment you ever felt alone".

- "That would take you a whole life, Sheldon". She said softly, drying the tears of his face.

- "Then let's start now". He whispered, melting his lips on her mouth and surrounding her body with his arms. "I love you, Amy Farrah Fowler".

- "I love you too". She whispered, returning to his lips, which erased all the pain that the loneliness had stirred in her, every tear she had shed and every moment of despair. Because now, she wasn't alone, she would never be alone, again.

Thanks so much for reading my fellows! Hope you liked this one, we are very close to the end, and it's not going to be as sweet as they thought, but first, let's have some Christmas time and a special guest that you know very well, hint, is buddy time!.

Thanks as always to my bestie and beta Linda, she is so fabulous that I can´t thank her enough for all she does.