Thank you to Shamy4eva for fixing this for me twice! You are a life saver!
"I don't know where to start, there is so much to tell but I will start with this. Yes, Sheldon and I had sex." She whispers sex, even though there is no one around to hear her. It is just ingrained in her by her mother to be embarrassed by the word. "Penny calm down!" Amy pleads as her friend is currently on the verge of hyper ventilating.
"How can I be calm! This is like the biggest news ever! I was almost one hundred percent positive that he was just smooth down there like a Ken doll!" Penny tells her.
"Well he has them, and a most impressive set I might add." Amy responds feeling the need to defend his honor. Then she has to hold her hands over her ears to drown out Penny's shriek.
"Oh my god! We need to tell Bernadette! I am calling her right now." But then Penny sees her friend's face and puts the phone down. "Wait, why aren't you happy, I thought that this was what you wanted, wasn't it good. You know that that is not unusual, my first time…"
"No" Amy interrupts needing to clarify why she is unhappy " It's not that, last night was wonderful, actually it was better than anything I could ever have imagined. It's just that, well I don't know if we will be doing it again. I think it was a way of punishing me, you know, to get revenge for my writing the story about Cooper and Amelia." Amy sighs and adjusts her glasses.
"Wait, what? Do you mean to tell me that Sheldon's idea of revenge was to have sex with you? Wow he is really bad at getting back at you." Penny says impressed
"Well, not exactly, the punishment was to read some of my story out loud, which moved on to us kind of reenacting the scene and somehow that sort of led to us having sex." Amy says flushing bright red, again whispering the word sex.
"Amy, you are a grown woman you can say sex without blushing, you've had it now for god's sake. Wow, the virgin pina colada is no more, and his first time was in a kinky role playing game. I wonder how Sheldon is handling it?" Penny feels that Sheldon is probably just as confused as Amy about all of this, she makes a note to try and speak to him when she gets home and give him the talk she gave her own brother after she heard about his first time. Although thinking about perhaps not, it, the circumstances were completely different. Her brother had been sixteen and was pretty pleased with himself and the girl had definitely been no virgin.
"Sheldon, I am going to the comic book store and I might be stopping by the Lego store too, do you want to come with me?" Leonard asks through the door.
"No, I am busy." Sheldon says
"Busy doing what? Too busy to even buy a Lego batman?" Leonard coaxes trying to lure his friend out so he can at least talk to him about what happened.
"Unraveling the secrets of the universe and other things you could not possibly understand. Also I am a grown man Leonard I cannot be plied with the promise of Legos besides Amy took me the day before yesterday so I doubt they would have acquired any new stock in that time " He calls through the door.
"Fine suit yourself, I am leaving, do you want me to bring you back anything?" Leonard asks his concern for his friend growing.
"I said I am fine." He snaps and Leonard shrugs his shoulders and walks away. After years of living with him he had decided that sometimes that is the best thing to do when he gets like this.
Sheldon sighs with relief as he hears his roommate's steps recede down the hallway and then the slam of the front door. He has been hiding in his bedroom for hours trying to avoid Leonard and the inevitable questions he will have to answer. He knew he would have to emerge soon not only is he is getting extremely hungry, but it is also laundry night. Now he can escape his room without having to subject himself to unwanted queries.
Sheldon has been sitting on the floor of his room trying to ignore his bed, yet reliving the memories of last night and mentally comparing the actual events to the ones in the story, his stomach is tight with need and worry. Sitting there alone thinking of Amy and the pleasures of her company is making him feel achy all over and he has begun to worry that, like Leonard, he is becoming a slave to is baser urges. If only he could get his mind off of her, all these abnormal feelings would go away and things could return to the way they always had been.
He thinks that if he just follows his usual routine for the rest of the day he will begin to feel normal again. So, he starts by stripping off the sheets, . He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the sight of blood which he read would happen for Amy's first time and is relieved but confused to see that the sheet is free of any such evidence, though as he hastily stuffs the sheet in his basket he notes with embarrassment that there is staining by other vital fluids . As he empties his laundry hamper the absence of his Friday pajamas and his Friday shirt annoys him. He knows that he did not wear his Friday pajamas but where is his Friday shirt? Then he remembers that it is his in the bathroom hamper.
Cautiously he opens the door to his bedroom and peers around the corner trying to make sure that Leonard did actually leave the apartment and has not faked his departure just to lure him out. It would not be the first time he has used that tactic. However it soon becomes clear that the apartment the empty and he walks out with confidence. He goes to the bathroom and retrieves his 73 shirt from the hamper. Unfortunately he could not resist smelling it before putting it in the basket. Just when he felt like he was getting back to normal. It is like a punch to the gut. The smell is so evocative of last night, of Amy, of her shampoo and her skin. The smell is sweet and spring like, reminiscent of clean air and fresh flowers.
The fact that just the smell of a shirt could have the power to arouse him, bothers him, only hippies get starry eyed over such things. But he cannot deny that he has been struggling with these feelings since Amy left, and he does not know how to deal with them, or how he can move forward. If just smelling her scent on a shirt is enough to arouse him, he is worried that he will no longer be able to suppress his urges, and he shudders to think what he will be like the next time he is face to face with her.
Then something occurs to him, something Amy said last night. Amy said that she had written the stories as an outlet. Amy had been trying to suppress her urges for a while and she felt that she was able to control them a little by concocting these stories about the two of them. Perhaps he could do the same. He was no stranger to writing his own fiction, he had actually written several of his own Star Trek and Doctor Who related stories when the storylines in the show had dissatisfied him. In fact Cooper being a time traveler had a sort of Whovian vibe that he enjoyed. Suddenly it becomes clear to him what can do to rid himself of these overwhelming feelings.
Not wanting Leonard to see him if he returns home, Sheldon collects his lap top from his messenger bag, returns to his bedroom and starts to write a story which he hopes will channel out his excess urges. One that might knock the socks off Amy in the process. He smiles to himself as he starts typing.
Penny notices that Amy's laptop was open on her table, and it looks like she had been working on one of her stories. "So Amy has you written a new chapter?" Penny asks her
"No! I would never write about our actual love life I was reading back about our fictional first time and then comparing mentally to our real first time." Amy tells her as they hear a knock and Bernadette bursts in the door.
"Leonard told Howard that you and Sheldon did the no pants dance. You just have to tell me everything!" Bernadette squeals.
"Oh, god now everyone knows and, they are probably teasing Sheldon so bad right now he won't even want to talk to me." Amy moans covering her face with her hands.
"Actually, Sheldon still thinks no one knows." Bernadette tells her "Apparently he refuses to come out of his room."
"Much like you were trying to do before we both drove over here and forced you out of your hidey hole." Penny says affectionately tousling Amy's hair. "You two really are a lot alike."
"So Spill!" Bernadette says magically producing a bottle of wine out of her purse and Amy goes to get glasses.
"No, not right now, right now all I can think about is Sheldon holed up in his room depressed yet for me it was the best night of my life." Amy says dejected as she pops the cork out of the bottle and pours out three glasses.
"So it was… good?" Bernadette leads, trying to gleam any information she can from her friend.
"Amy says it was amazing, and that far from being a Ken doll his set was impressive." Penny whispers to Bernadette and they both squeal.
"How impressive are we talking here? What exactly is she referencing it from?" Bernadette whispers back.
"Bigger, than what you said Howard's was! Not that this is any of your business anyway!" Amy says hotly handing her a glass. "I am sorry, that was uncalled for, I am just so worried about him. "
"Sweetie why don't you just call him?" Penny asks as Amy hands her a glass.
"I don't know." Amy stalls taking a big gulp of her wine.
"Yeah, if you just talk to him maybe you will feel better." Bernadette encourages setting her glass down and handing Amy the phone. Amy takes the phone and dials his number, she lets it ring but there is no answer. Amy hangs up the phone and throws it down, looking at with disgust.
"I would try to text, or video chat him but I know that the result would be just the same It is obvious that Sheldon is avoiding me."
"You don't know that he is avoiding you specifically, he would not talk to Leonard either, he is avoiding the world. Sweetie why don't you just go over there and try talking to him? You guys need to talk about it, you both can't spend the rest of your lives locked in your bedrooms." Penny tells her
"Unless they spend it locked up together." Bernadette giggles and both Amy and Penny shoot her a look. "Sorry." She says covering her mouth.
"What if I go over there and he still won't talk to me." Amy sighs.
"Then I will kick his ass." Penny tells her wrapping her arm around her.
Amy drives Penny back home. Leonard is still out as Penny and Amy open the door to the apparently empty apartment.
"Go on Amy, he is probably still in his room" Penny urges before heading back to her own apartment.
"Sheldon? It's Amy can I come in." Amy calls softly as she knocks on Sheldon's bedroom door.
"Come in, it's not locked." He calls back.
"Are you okay? Amy asks stepping into the room she finds Sheldon laying on his bed which is now stripped of sheets with his laptop on his lap. He looks up at Amy with a vaguely confused expression on his face.
"What are you doing here?" he asks setting the computer down beside him and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed.
"I was worried about you, you did not answer my calls, and it seems that you have been hiding in here all day. Also it is almost nine o clock on a Saturday and it does not look like you have done your laundry yet, have you made another scientific breakthrough?" Amy asks hopefully. If the lack of contact has been due to work it will be easier to take. She has so many questions, but she knows that she cannot raise them right now, she is just relieved that he has allowed her into the inner sanctum of his room.
"Something like that." Sheldon murmurs walking over and picking up the basket of laundry that he started earlier. "For the record, I started my task I just did not finish it."
"Why don't I help you? If we do it together we can get it done together quicker." Amy offers. He gulps hard. While her presence is welcome it is bringing back his uncomfortable feelings and all he really heard was "together" "done" and "quicker"
"Okay" he agrees and they head out of his room. As they walk down the four flights of stairs they are silent and this silence makes him even more aware of her than ever. He can hear the rustle of her skirt, smell the soap on her skin, his hand accidentally brushes against hers and he feels a jolt of electricity. When they finally make their way to the laundry room, it seems as if every nerve on his body is on fire. Sheldon sets the basket on the counter and Amy as starts to empty it. Remembering the stained sheet and stops her, grabbing her hand and snatching the basket away.
"What's wrong? I have helped you do the laundry before I know what your underwear looks like." Amy tells him slightly hurt.
"No it's not that, I did not want you to be embarrassed by the lack of blood on my sheets. I looked it up online it is quite common for some older women who are still virgins not to have their hymen anymore. I did not want you to think that I did not think you were a virgin." Sheldon tells her handing the basket back
"Actually, I took care of that myself." Amy mumbles hastily turning around to fumble with one of the machines.
"What do you mean took care of it?" he asks intrigued as he separates his laundry.
"During some of my, umm…self-exploration I ruptured it. It was a while ago, I thought that if we ever were to get to that level of intimacy then I did not want you fainting at the sight of a little blood." Amy shrugs her shoulders and continues her work.
"What do you mean by self-exploration? Were you checking yourself for unfamiliar moles." He asks puzzled how that would lead to the rupture of ones hymen.
"Sheldon, you know what I mean, I mean during my tension relieving exercises." he is still looking at her confused so she snaps "For Pete's sake Sheldon! Masturbation. " Amy whispers the last word turning a brilliant shade of crimson.
"Oh!" Sheldon exclaims, a look of understanding crossing his face "Do you do that often?" he is surprised, he had not thought of manually relieving the ball of stress that has been plaguing him all day. Writing the story had helped a little but he still feels it in his gut and the closer he gets to her the worse it gets
"Depends on your definition of often." Amy says evasively once again busying herself with the laundry. Sheldon is silent as he thinks about the implications of this new revelation. He watches her as she bends down mesmerized by the way her bottom looks in her blue jean skirt, he gulps hard. He thinks about Amy touching herself, making herself gasp and sigh the way he had last night in the bath tub. The images flooding his mind are more than he can take and he feels like he about to spontaneously combust.
"What do you do?" he whispers moving so that he is directly behind her and she feels his breath on the back of her neck, she turns around to face him trembling under his intense gaze.
"When I relieve my tensions?" she gulps
"Yes," he says his arms encircling her body, trapping her against the washing machines. "Or maybe perhaps you could show me." He says as his mouth descends upon hers crushing her. Amy feels her knees go weak as his mouth explores her own. His hands move hungrily over her body. Pulling the woolen sweater vest up and off, then starting on the buttons of her shirt quickly exposing her bra. His fingers lightly touch her breasts as they heave over the top of the cups.
"Not here" she whispers in his ear as he lifts her on the washing machine they have recently loaded and pushes up her skirt.
"Why not?" he murmurs into her ear kissing her just below her earlobe.
"It is so public, anyone could walk in." She pants. He reluctantly ceases the exploration of her mouth and body, walks to the door of the room then shuts and locks it from the inside. He slowly saunters back, with his arms folded behind his back looking down but, as he gets close to her he looks up . Amy quakes under the intensity of his gaze, she can tell that Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper is not going to be denied.
"I have lived in this building for almost a decade and have chosen Saturday evening as my laundry night due to an extensive analytical process of trial and error. Most people do their laundry on a week night when the probabilities of social obligations are low. Also l learned that the doors of the laundry room lock from the inside when I was trying to avoid Penny during one of her and Leonard's lover's spats." He explains as he comes to rest again between her legs. . His mouth places light kisses from her neck down to the tops of her breasts. His hands continue their journey tracing the contours of her body till they come to rest on her legs. Sheldon is pleased to note that her legs are bare as he slowly caresses her thighs pushing her skirt up further till he has reached her panties which he now removes "Now will you please demonstrate for me." He pleads into her ear.
"I.. I..can't."she stammers shakily as his mouth continues his assault on her body. " I mean Gerard is not here." She says.
He pulls away "And just who is he?" he demands angrily his bright blue eyes flaming down at her. Between Gerard, Armin, and Faisal he is a little tired of all these mystery men of hers and their exotic names.
"Not he.. it.. you see usually when I do this I use my electronic toothbrush to aid me." She says a little embarrassed.
"Toothbrush how does that work" Sheldon wonders out loud as Amy's hands begin their own exploration down his body and she starts to free him from his khaki prison.
"You see , I used to pretend that the handle of my tooth brush was you and I would pretend that we were having carnal relations. Now I have the real thing and I no longer need or want substitutions." she says stroking him as she releases him making him moan. "Show me how you pleasure yourself and I will show you another way I can pleasure myself."
"I… I never did…I would get erections but I would think of other things until they went away." He admits to her. "It was not until met you that my usual methods of suppression failed me."
"Oh you see that will simply not do, I believe in the "If you teach a man to fish." Methodology. There may come a time when I am not around and your urges over take you." Amy says into his ear as her mouth moves down his neck.
"Is that so." He barely manages to speak as she pulls his pants down and takes now him into her hand once again stroking him before replacing her hand with his own.
Amy places her hand over his moving it up and down slowly at first then gaining speed. His eyes roll back, and he bites his lip. She removes her hand and it is just him. Amy watches him, his face the action of his hand and the sight is beyond erotic. Her own hand wanders between her thighs and she begins to rub the sensitive nub.
"Does that feel good." he asks her stopping his own actions while he still can and staring at her hand with hooded eyes.
"Mmm-hmm" she moans. He stops her hand and continues the action with his own. '"But that feels better." She moans as his hand moves in circles repeating what he has seen her do. With his free hand he deftly unhooks the front clasp of her bra and takes one of her breasts into his hand bending down to suckle it into his mouth, as he does so the washing machine she is sitting on kicks into spin mode and starts vibrating and shaking, sending Amy into the throes of an intense orgasm.
"Is this better, than Gerard?" he asks and she nods weakly pressing her face into his neck kissing him
"I wish I had, had the forethought to bring a condom down with us, but I was not planning on my urges over taking me." He gasps as she takes him into her hand and presses him against her just like in his dream. Only it feels so much better in reality and he is having an increasingly hard time controlling himself.
"If your need for the prophylactic is because you are worried about pregnancy, I should tell you that I am on birth control and therefore I am safe. If it is the prevention of disease that concerns you, well you have already seen all my test results and know I am perfectly clean." She rubs him against her body and that is all the encouragement he needs as he plunges into her. They move together, their rhythms perfectly in tune to one another, both gaining confidence in their skills. By the time the washing machine sputters to a stop at the end of its cycle they are both spent and clinging to each other for support.
"You know Sheldon, when I heard that you were hiding all day, I was afraid that it was because you regretted what had happened between us." Amy sighs as she disentangles herself from him.
"On the contrary, I could not stop thinking about it and you. I was hiding from Leonard because I did not want to tell him about it. I wanted it to be just between us for now." He says getting dressed.
"Well I am afraid that he knows, Penny told me they had a fight, he came home early and saw the apartment is disarray. Then when he went to check to see if you had been kidnapped he saw us in bed together."
"Drat! I knew it was too much to hope that the mess I cleaned up this morning went unnoticed." Sheldon grumbles. "So I guess that means now that everyone is privy to the details of our personal life now." He asks leaning against the washer watching Amy as she puts on her panties and adjusts her own clothes. "I suppose it's as well that the information got out as it appears that it will be a regular occurrence from now on."
"Is that what you were working on when I arrived? Were you making amendments to the relationship agreement?" Amy's asks.
"No, but that will have to be arranged, actually I was working on an Amelia and Cooper story of my own." He says emptying the washer and putting the clothes in the dryer.
"Really? Why were you doing that?" Amy asks intrigued, wanting to read his story more than anything in the world.
"Well, it was something you said to me actually. Youtold me that writing these stories were your way of channeling your excess energies. All day long, all I could think about was last night, what we did, and how it felt, so I decided to write my own story." He says as if it were s no big deal.
"Can I read it?" she asks hopefully.
"I don't know, it is awfully personal." He says
"You read mine." Amy points out.
"Not because you wanted me too, I had to find out about them through very round about means." Sheldon says raising his eyebrow at her.
"Please, Sheldon , I would do anything if you would let me read it." Amy pleads batting her eyes up at him, and he smiles down at her.
"Fine,I will let you read it, just don't tell anyone else about it." He concedes.
"My lips are sealed." Amy agrees.
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