A/N: Last Thursday spawned a new computer background for me and almost (if I wasn't so afraid of the mods, it would have) spawned a new cover for the story! Also OMIGOD so many followers! I never expected this story to be so successful. Just goes to show me how supportive the Shamy community is! You guys are so awesome! Sorry this chapter is a little late, I've been juggling work, school, and other stories on my other account. I promise I haven't forgotten about you!
Disclaimer: The Big Bang Theory belongs to Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady. The Star Wars franchise belongs to Disney. I own neither and gain no profit in writing this fanfiction.
Word Count: 831
Rating: M (Yay! I finally get to the Shamy smut that I was building up to! Well.. Sorta)
Summary: Amy's birthday is coming up and Sheldon has the perfect present for her. After five years, he finally decides to show Amy just how much she means to him.

"Hoo?" Sheldon looked down at her shocked expression. He knew what that word meant. Perhaps confessing to the truth wasn't such a good idea.

"H-how did I," she looked into his eyes deeply, swallowing visibly, her cheeks warming. "How did I keep you awake?"

He took in a shaky breathe, letting it out slowly before returning her deep gaze. "Y-You.. When we kissed.. I couldn't," he cleared his throat, breaking away from her and rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. "It kept me awake."

"O-oh," she licked her lips, suddenly finding her mouth dry.

"You're changing me, Amy Farrah Fowler." his said it in a way as if he was scolding her, but his eyebrows were raised in amusement.

"I'm sorry.." her words seemed to fail her and she said the only thing that came to her mind.

"Don't," he pulled her close again, pressing his arousal into her. She gasped in surprise at the sudden hardness rubbing against her stomach. "I think I like it." her breathing quickened, she opened her mouth to say something but the only sound that came out was a strangled moan.

The sight of her parted lips cracked him. He dove in for another kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth and intertwining with hers. She gasped into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. They stumbled towards the couch, toppling onto it with Sheldon pressing her against the arm of the chair, his legs spreading her own. She pulled him closer to her, the action causing him to press his hardness into her throbbing core. He pulled away, letting out a low groan at the sensation and burying his face into her neck, pressing wet kisses to the side of her neck.

I need to stop. his hand slid down her side, gripping her hip roughly as he began grinding against her. I don't want to stop. "Sheldon!" she cried out as he continued thrusting his hips against her wet core. His hand slid under her cardigan and blouse, stroking the soft skin of her side.

"Amy.." he moaned into her ear, his movements becoming more urgent. Her moans fueled him; his nails dug into her soft skin as he continued to thrust against her.

Amy moaned, feeling her body spasm against him. He let out a low, primal moan into her ear, his hips jerking back as he let out his release in his pants.

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved. His breath was hot in her ear as he gasped for breath while she struggled to catch her own.

"Shel-"

"I need to take a shower." he got off of her so fast it would have seemed as if she'd shocked him. He bolted towards the bathroom, leaving Amy to deal with her own 'sticky situation.'

He had shed his clothing in the bathroom, not even bothering to put them in the hamper. He turned the water to the hottest setting he could handle, trying to wash away his shame as well as his own mess.

He wasn't sure how long he was in the shower for. He stayed until he couldn't take it any longer, his entire body reddened from the scalding water.

When he had returned to apologize to Amy for his behavior, she was gone.

The drive back to her apartment was an uncomfortable one. She was hesitant to leave Sheldon in the bathroom, but she desperately needed a shower of her own. She assumed he needed time to process what had happened. She needed her own time after all.

She collapsed onto her waterbed, her body clean. She didn't bother dawning a nightie, she simply pulled back the covers and fell asleep.

Sheldon looked over at the alarm clock with a sigh. He still hadn't been able to fall asleep, not after what he had done to Amy. He had submitted to his baser urges, practically ravishing her on his own couch. And he liked it!

He groaned, covering his face in his hands in embarassment. At least he had tomorrow to look forward to. Tomorrow was the opening night of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. He'd been waiting for this for months.

Amy's birthday.

He sat up in realization. The 17th of December. How had he forgotten? He can't just ditch her on her birthday! But he also can't miss opening night, someone could spoil the movie.

He fell back onto his pillow with a groan. "Life is one dilemma after the next! When will it end?"

Amy groaned groggily, reaching for her loud, persistent phone.

"Hello?" she said around a yawn.

Amy?

"Sheldon? What the hell! It's four in the morning!"

It's 3:56.

"What do you want?" she demanded to know.

I am calling to inform you that I will be spending your birthday with you.