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The Heat Of Passion.
Chapter 2
Sheldon studied his white board, making the odd correction here and there, but the equation still didn't make sense.
Taking a break, he smiled, remembering it was Thursday afternoon, and that, in a few hours time, he'd be spending the first of two consecutive nights with Amy. "Wow" he thought, "this woman is getting to me, big time".
Just then, there was a knock, and Amy poked her head in, asking "have you got a minute?"
Taking a seat, she began, "Sheldon, how do you fancy a weekend away, next weekend?"
"Where do you have in mind?" he asked.
Pretending to think for a minute, she casually suggested "Palm Springs?"
Pausing, she went on "it's fairly local, with plenty to do".
Sheldon considered it for a moment, then replied "OK, why not?"
"Great" she replied, "we can go direct from here Friday. I'll book us a room straight away". Pausing for a moment, to see if he reacted to the phrase 'a room' singular, she noted he didn't.
With that, she was out of her seat and out of the door, before he had time to change his mind.
As she headed back to her lab, she though, "huh, that was easier than I expected".
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Sheldon seemed very quiet, almost withdrawn, as they drove from work to Amy's apartment.
Sitting on the couch, tucking into his takeout, he still seemed distant.
Finally, he put his food on the coffee table, then turning to face her, in a deliberate tone, he asked "Amy, why Palm Springs?"
"It's a resort town" she replied, shrugging, trying to sound nonchalant, "so plenty of things to do. Why, would you prefer somewhere else?"
"I just wondered" he said, "if, perhaps, it had something to do with it being very hot there?"
The moment he mentioned the heat, Amy knew the game was up.
"OK" she admitted, unable to look him in the eyes, "that was part of it. Sheldon, last week, when it was blazing hot here, you were like a different person, confident, exciting, passionate. I thought that, just maybe, if I could get you somewhere hot, you would be that person again.
Her voice dropping in volume, she finished, "I'm sorry, I should've been honest with you".
Sheldon sat silent for a minute, staring into the distance, then he replied, "Amy, I don't need hot weather, to do what we did last week"
With a grin, he went on, "just ice cream".
Winking, Amy replied, "In the refrigerator".
As Sheldon took the tub of ice cream from the refrigerator, his Vulcan hearing detected a zipper being undone. Turning, he saw Amy bending to pick up her skirt, and caught a brief glimpse of red, under her white shirt.
Before Amy had the chance to undo the first button of her shirt, Sheldon was behind her, his hands stroking her bottom, through the flimsy red material.
Pushing back against him, she gently moaned, then she felt his hand slip inside her bikini bottoms, to stroke her buttocks.
"Amy" he murmured "have you been wearing these all day?"
Turning to face him, his hand still in her bikini bottoms, her hands going around his neck, she nodded slowly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his breathing becoming deep and ragged.
"And have you ravish me in my lab?" she asked, "Not a chance. Ravishing is strictly for in private".
"On the subject of ravishing you" Sheldon replied with a grin, his voice more assertive, "on the couch, on your back".
Sitting on the couch, Amy swung her legs up and lay full length, her legs overhanging the arm.
Leaning over, Sheldon pressed his lips to hers, all the while his hands working her shirt buttons, until he broke the kiss, to sit up and look at her, laying naked, apart from a tiny red bikini.
Opening the tub of ice cream, already soft from its time in the refrigerator, he coated his finger in it, holding it out to Amy, who covered it with her mouth, flicking her tongue around it.
Tipping the tub, he let the melted ice cream drip onto her stomach.
Giving her a long hungry look, he leaned over and, very slowly, licked the ice cream from her belly.
When all the ice cream was gone, he sprinkled kisses across her belly, then downward, pausing for a moment, at the waistband of her bikini bottoms.
His breathing quickening, he dipped his head between her legs, and gently kissed her folds, through the skimpy red material, Amy gasping at the brief touch of his lips,
"Again" she gasped, "oh God, again, please".
Dipping his head down again, Sheldon paused, his face barely an inch from her, then he inhaled through his nose, the scent of Amy's arousal flooding his senses, driving his own arousal to new heights.
Pressing his mouth to her, he tasted her dampness through the material, savoring the unique taste of Amy.
He had to know more. Slipping his fingers into the waistband, on either side, by her hips, pulling gently down, he begged "Amy, please lift up".
Lifting her bottom from the couch, she felt her bikini bottoms slip down, and she was naked, inches from his face.
Inhaling her scent again, he pressed his mouth to her folds, pressing his tongue against her, then he tasted her moistness, Amy almost coming, as his tongue teased against her moist lips.
Arching her back, she moaned "Yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes".
With a press of his tongue, it was inside her, slipping between her swollen lips, to taste the hot wetness, his gentle lapping caressing the first bit of her walls, Amy's breath almost a spasm, her body jerking in time to Sheldon's probing, the delicious taste pushing him on.
Lifting his mouth from her, he slipped a finger inside, bending it toward him, to stroke the front wall, probing until his sensitive fingertip detected a rough, slightly raised area, which he stroked.
As he stroked, he dipped his tongue in again, drawing it upward, dragging it across Amy's nub, and that was it, Amy came undone under his mouth, her whole body thrashing under him, her breath a long slow inhale, which she held for several seconds, before gasping out again.
"Jesus Sheldon" she gasped, "what did you do?"
Lifting his head, he grinned, Amy's juices smeared over his face. "I found your G-Spot" he announced with a note of triumph. "It's easy when you've spent a couple of hours, reading it up on the net".
Finally getting the energy to sit up, Amy could see Sheldon re-positioning himself in his pants, obviously uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry" she said, "I completely forgot about you".
Slipping from the couch, to kneel in front of him, she unzipped him, slipping her hand into his pants, to stroke him through his underpants.
Grimacing, Sheldon cautioned her, "Amy, that's not helping. It's making it worse. Ouch".
"I'm sorry" she apologized, grimacing at his discomfort, "lie on the couch".
Sheldon was beyond arguing. Unbuttoning his pants, she slid them down, followed by his underpants, Sheldon gasping as the waistband dragged along his length.
"I'm sorry" she said again, pursing her lips, then he felt a brief moment of freedom and cool air, before Amy's hot hand was around him, firm but gentle, soft but reassuringly snug, stoking him in slow even stokes, Sheldon already perilously close to the edge.
A moment later, feeling his inner muscles tighten, he called a warning, "I'm going to …", but the warning was too late, and he erupted onto her, his hot juices landing on her chest and throat, a few drops landing on her cheeks.
Sheldon was mortified. "Oh God Amy, I'm so sorry".
"Relax" she replied with a smile, "It'll wash off". With a wink, she finished "at least it didn't go on the couch".
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Snuggling in behind her, his hand lazily stroking her belly, Sheldon announced "If I'd known sleeping naked with you would be so enjoyable, I'd have suggested it weeks ago".
Without looking around, a smile on her face, Amy replied "I can't believe you're so comfortable".
"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, "with what we've done today, what's there left to be uncomfortable about?"
With a cough, his voice dropping in volume, he finished "Well, apart from, you know".
"I know" she assured him, "but what we're doing right now, is plenty to be going on with. Oh, and I guess I can cancel Palm Springs?"
"No, don't cancel" he replied in a rush, his hand slipping downward to stroke her, "I quite fancy a 'hot' weekend. Just make sure there's plenty of ice cream".
"You and your ice cream" she teased, "maybe I should just cover myself in it?"
"I'm game if you are" Sheldon replied with a grin, "but it might make my tongue ache".
"On the subject of tongues" she replied, wriggling herself free of his arm, and turning to face him, "I do believe we've been neglecting kissing".
"Oh that's not acceptable" he grinned, then his mouth was on hers, his lips moving against hers, his right hand cupping her left breast, his left briefly stroking her stomach, before descending to her folds, to stroke and tease, his tongue pressing her mouth for entry, which was freely given.
"Good God" she thought, "is this a man or an octopus?"
-o-o-o-o-
Hearing the alarm clock, Sheldon reached across and turned it off, then reached across the bed for Amy, but she wasn't there.
Throwing back the covers, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching for his dressing gown, just as Amy wandered in, naked, drying herself.
For a moment, he contemplated pulling the covers back over himself, but then he shrugged and stood up.
"Shower's all yours" Amy informed him, sitting on the edge of the bed, bending to dry her legs.
Circling the bed, Sheldon crawled across the mattress, until he was knelt behind her, leaning over to kiss the back of her neck, Amy raising herself to an upright position, and leaning back into him.
Slipping his hands around her waist, he briefly stroked her stomach, before sweeping his hands upward, to cup her breasts, pressing his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.
"Sheldon" she cautioned, her voice soft, "we'll be late for work".
Sheldon sighed deeply, "I wish we'd scheduled this sleepover for Friday and Saturday, instead of Thursday and Friday".
In a low, hesitant voice, Amy ventured "We could make it Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, if you like?".
"What about Sunday too?" he asked, "unless that would be too much for you?"
"No" she assured him, with a gentle shake of her head, "if you're OK with it, so am I".
With a grin, she went on "Now, if you wouldn't mind letting go of my breasts, I'll finish off getting dried".
Sighing, he agreed "OK, but I want to pick up from this point, when we get home tonight".
Tapping her own head, Amy confirmed "bookmarked, now go get a shower, while I make breakfast".
Rinsing himself of soap under the shower spray, Sheldon turned the shower off, stepped out, put on a bathrobe which was hanging on the back of the door, and made his way to the living room, where Amy was dishing scrambled eggs onto two plates.
Placing the plates on opposite sides of the table, alongside cups of chamomile tea, she sat, then, taking a slice of toast and buttering it, she asked "Are you sure you don't want to change your mind, about the four night sleepover?"
"Of course I don't" he assured her, his voice calm and measured "I wouldn't have proposed it, if I wasn't sure. However, if you want to".
Before he could finish, Amy cut him off "No, I'm fine with it, honestly".
Finishing up breakfast, they retired to the bedroom, to dress.
Slipping on her bra, Amy tried to fasten the clasp behind her back, then she felt Sheldon take it from her, his knuckles grazing her skin, fastening it in a moment. "Thank you" she said, settling her breasts into the cups, "now let's get moving, before we really are late".
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Peering into the microscope, Amy sensed someone walk in through the open door. Glancing up, with a smile she asked "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"It's lunch time" Sheldon replied.
Stripping off her latex gloves, Amy went to take her bag from the hook, but Sheldon held up a paper back, announcing "I brought lunch. I thought we could eat here?"
"Oh" she asked, a mock questioning look on her face, "why not the cafeteria?"
Gently closing the door, turning the lock on it, he moved across the floor toward her, his eyes fixed on hers, continuing until Amy had backed herself against the bench.
Putting his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, starting at her earlobe, he ran kisses along the left side of her jaw, pausing at her chin, then moving to her mouth, his tongue pressing for entry.
Just as his tongue stroked hers, there was a knock at the door.
Breaking the kiss, Amy gave a frustrated sigh and called "Who is it?"
The reply came "Doctor Gablehauser. Can you spare me ten minutes?"
Putting her finger to her lips, in a "shush" gesture, Amy called back "Yes of course, give me a minute".
Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, she mouthed "later", then opening the door slightly, she stepped out, closing it behind her.
Sheldon waited a couple of minutes, then, hearing their voices fade to nothing, as they turned the corner of the corridor, he briefly glanced into the microscope eyepiece, before slipping out of the lab, dropping the untouched sandwiches into the first waste bin he passed.
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Walking out to the parking lot, Sheldon asked "What did Doctor Gablehauser want?"
Inhaling through her teeth, Amy replied in a low voice, "Sorry Sheldon, but he wants me to work next weekend".
"Oh no Amy" Sheldon replied, his mouth dropping into a frown, "that's Palm Springs weekend".
"I'm sorry Sheldon, but it's urgent". Thinking for a moment, she continued "I know, let's go this weekend instead".
For a moment, Sheldon's face lit up, then it dropped again. "we're not booked for this weekend".
"Doesn't matter" Amy assured him with a shrug, "if they have no vacancies, we can always go somewhere else, and, if we really can't find anywhere to stay, we can always come home, and spend the weekend here". Pausing, dropping her voice to a low, seductive timbre, her eyebrows rising, she added "in bed".
Sheldon's face lit up. A smile crossing his lips, he put his fingers under Amy's chin, lifting her face to his, his lips grazing hers, his tongue stroking her lower lip.
Pulling her head back, in a low voice, she gently admonished "Sheldon, there are people about". Seeing him blush, Amy leant in, whispering "wait till we get home".
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Turning the key, Amy entered first, heading straight for the kitchen counter, putting down the takeaway and ice cream, just in time to feel Sheldon's arms surround her from behind, his hands fiddling with her shirt buttons.
"Wow" she declared, "you really are in a hurry tonight".
"Blame it on Gablehauser" Sheldon declared, his breathing fast and labored, his fingers already fiddling with the bra clasp, then, the clasp undone, his hands cupped the soft, warm mounds of flesh, his thumbs teasing her hardening nipples, his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, his arousal pressing into her back.
Pushing back against him, feeling him pressing into her, Amy moaned "shower?"
"Oh yeah" he gasped, moving from behind her, taking her by the hand and drawing her toward the hallway.
Glancing back at the bags on the counter, Amy reminded him, "The ice cream is still out".
"It'll be nice and soft, by the time we're finished" he assured her.
With a chuckle, Amy announced "I guarantee you will be too".
Dashing into the bathroom, Sheldon unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, then dropping to his knees, he pulled her panties down in one fluid move, his mouth instantly covering her, the tip of his tongue seeking out her nub, flicking it, sucking it, and tasting it, Amy's breath becoming little more than tortured gasps.
Feeling her legs weaken, Amy staggered back, Sheldon shuffling on his knees after her, until she sat on the edge of the bath, gasping at the coldness of the bath on her skin.
Taking his mouth from her nub, he inhaled her arousing scent, then pressed his mouth against her slick folds, his tongue probing and tasting, lapping at her sweet wetness, until he felt her body stiffen, her hands grabbing his shoulders for support, as she shuddered through her climax.
Her breathing steadying, she eased her weight from his shoulders, and Sheldon raised his head, to look into her beautiful face, and the look of complete satisfaction adorning it.
Pressing her mouth onto his, she sucked his bottom lip, tasting herself on him, then her tongue slipped into his mouth, to stroke against his.
The kiss was very long and deep, Sheldon's hands behind her head, his fingers intertwined in her hair.
Breaking the kiss, Amy announced "Your turn".
In a mater of seconds, Sheldon was stripped to his underpants.
Pulling the waistband toward her, Amy glanced down at him, licking her lips, then she hooked her thumbs into each side, where Sheldon's hip bones were, pulling his underpants down, freeing him from them.
Stepping into the shower together, Amy turned it on, standing to one side for a moment, while the water heated up, then stepping under it, they soaked their bodies, Amy's hand surrounding him, holding him gently but snugly, beginning a slow, steady, rhythmic stroke, Sheldon's breathing hitching.
On and on she stroked, Sheldon's breathing becoming steadily faster and more labored, then he gasped "faster, tighter, oh God yes", then, with one final plea of "tighter" he twitched in her hand, then erupted onto her stomach, Amy still pumping him, as he emptied himself over her.
Laying on his elbow next to her, gently running a towel across her stomach, a distant look on his face, Sheldon mused "Palm Springs tomorrow. We'd better get some sleep".
Amy reached to take the towel from him, but Sheldon assured her, "It's OK, I can do it", his hand stroking downward, to dry between her legs, the fluffy soft material caressing her folds.
Sitting up, Amy took the towel from him, holding it front of her, asking "Are you OK with the same towel?"
"Of course" he assured her, laying back and closing his eyes, feeling her towel his chest with gentle, even strokes.
Feeling himself slipping toward sleep, he relaxed, Amy's steady, even strokes spreading a warmth through his body, until he slipped completely into sleep.
Laying down beside him, she drew the covers over them, then she cuddled into him, her head resting on his chest, her ear over his heart, her left arm across his stomach.
Matching her breathing to his, she slipped into a deep, contended sleep.