A/N: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WHERE IS CHAPTER FIVE MAN I NEEEEEED THIS! MY HEART DURING CHAPTER TWO? LAWD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS!" ~ bleachjenlove. R-r-ight here.. Please stop yelling D;
On a more serious note, I've been sicker than sick, I've landed in the hospital, and I've been here for 6 long weeks. I haven't had the physical or artistic energy to write another chapter. But, this comment served as a kick in the ass. I know how frustrating it is to start reading a fanfiction, get to the end of it and find it left on a cliffhanger, promising "quick updates" when it was last updated in like 2014. I don't wanna do that to you. So I sat myself down (well, I'm still in the hospital.. Sat myself up?) with a cup of coffee (wasn't good if you're wondering) and booted up my computer! So without further ado, I present you the fifth (and final) installment of The Earworm Reverberation Aftermath!
Disclaimer: The Big Bang Theory doesn't belong to me, you all know this already ;3;
Word Count: 1,414
Rating: M
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.

"Sheldon," Amy stopped him before he could begin to ramble. "I know your present is for us to be intimate together."

"A-and that's okay with you?" he barely got the words out before she captured his lips with hers, arms snaking around his neck. She pulled back, her chest heaving and her pupils dilated.

"Yes." it came out a breathy moan.

Sheldon gulped. "Ohh boy."

A faint smile spread across Amy's lips as she leaned in a second time, much slower this time. "M-maybe," Sheldon pulled farther away from her just before her lips met his, pulling out his phone. "Maybe I should pull a quick contract off the internet,"

Before he was able to stall any further, Amy grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place and claiming his mouth with her own. He let his cellphone slide out of his hands and to the floor (Contracts be damned!); his hands grabbed a tight hold of her hips and he leaned her backwards, forcing her back to meet the couch as he sprawled on top of her. His hands slid from her hips and managed to slither underneath her three layers of clothing, coming into contact with the soft skin underneath. Amy's breath hitched in the back of her throat as he continued his path up her shirt, trailing his fingers along her ribs.

He pulled from her lips and moved to her neck, pressing soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along from her jawline to her shoulder, softly fondling her waste line. "S-Sheldon," she breathed out as his lips finally latched onto her, teeth pressing ever-so-lightly down. This wasn't like their dalliance the night prior, this wasn't the fast grinding and writhing against each other she had so recently experienced. This was slow, this was deliberate, and this was new and so very much adult. Her hands made his way under his own layers of clothing, feeling his muscles tense before quivering under her soft caress.

Sheldon bit down slightly on her shoulder before sucking against it hard, letting his tongue taste her salty skin. She let out a moan, breathing his name into her ear. He moved his hands up, slowly unbuttoning her cardigan. He didn't know what he was doing or why he was doing it, but he knew that he needed to hear that noise again. His hands made his way down her cardigan, undoing each button before brushing it off her shoulders. He pulled away from her neck, looking at her intently, his hands already working on her blouse. Her face was flushed and her eyes were hooded over, giving her an aura of desire and wanton.

It wasn't long before the blouse fell from her; the only thing separating Sheldon from seeing Amy fully was a plain, white t-shirt. He let his hands hook the cotton carefully, waiting for Amy to nod her consent before pulling the fabric from her. He studied her features a final time before letting his gaze drop to her bra-covered bosom.

He knew what they looked like, he'd seen them before when he bathed her, but that was purely platonic, for medical purposes only. Now he could freely look, study her every curve. "You're beautiful," he murmured hoarsely before letting his face fall to her chest, kissing the top of her breast lightly. She whimpered in response. His hands reached to cup the mounds, massaging the curves under his hands while trailing kisses down her cleavage. His thumbs wriggled their way underneath her bra, coming in contact with the coral nipples underneath.

"O-oh Sheldon," she gasped, raising her chest to lean into his touch. She felt him smile against her neck as his hands made their way underneath her, searching for the clasp on her bra. It wasn't long before he pulled from her neck, looking at her intently as he fumbled with her bra. He let out a sigh of frustration and anticipation; Amy giggled in response. "It's in the front." she whispered to him. He gave her a look of questioning, and she reached up, pushing the cups together and forcing the clasp free. The fourth and final barrier between Sheldon and Amy's luscious chest was flung carelessly across the room as he buried her face in her bosom.

She cried out as his tongue flicked her nipple, letting out a deep moan when he latched his mouth onto it. Her hands slid down his sides, grasping his shirts and tugging them slightly upwards. Her desire was clear, and he pulled away from her chest only long enough to yank the shirts from his body, the impulse to fold them neatly quickly faded as he captured her mouth once again. While his hands stayed caressing her breasts, hers were restless, roaming his back, his shoulders, his stomach, and in a bold and daring move, she let one of her hands slither its way into his pants.

His mind blanked and he pulled away from her lips, letting out a strangled moan. He let his head rest against the arm of the couch, his breath tickling her ear. She moved her hand ever so slightly, running her fingers against the bulge in his underwear. His hips bucked towards her hand and his grip against her tightened. "N..Not. Not here," he managed to articulate (a difficult task with her hand still caressing him). In a moment of great strength he picked her up off the couch, carrying her to her bedroom.

He laid her onto the bed gently, crawling on top of her and recapturing her lips, kissing her with a slow passion, letting his hands roam her body ever so slowly.

It was sweet, Amy thought, but not at all what she wanted. She wanted to resume the fast pace they were taking only moments ago. So she did the first thing that came to mind, one that she was sure would shock him in every way possible. It was a cheap move, and she knew it, but it just felt so very right. She pushed him off of her, switching their positions. She peeled the tights from her legs and let the skirt fall from her body, leaving her clad in a pair of red panties. She heard him take in a shaky breath as she let herself rest on his lap.

Sheldon could only look at her in shock as she sat before him, practically naked and full of desire. All hopes of self control went out the window as he crushed her to him. He wasn't sure what his plans were, but he knew he needed her, and he needed her now. The feeling was mutual.

The last few pieces of clothing that separated them were quickly shed from their bodies and it wasn't long before they gazed into each others eyes, both seeking for permission. "Are you ready?" Amy almost screamed it in anticipation.

"Are you?" was his reply. And so, she responded in the way her body was screaming at her to do, lowering herself on top of him with a clipped cry. She could feel the tears of pain prickle at her eyes as she relinquished her virginity to Sheldon, the man she never thought would want her the way she wanted him. She just sat there for a minute, eyes squeezed shut as she basked in the moment. This was special, this was her only first time, and she wanted to remember all of it. For the first time in the five years they had been dating, she actually felt glad she had waited this long. This was worth it. As the pain subsided, it was quickly replaced with a burning need, and she rocked into him, relishing in the deep moan that escaped him.

She wasn't sure how long it lasted, it felt like an eternity and at the same time it felt like it was over too soon. She screamed his name as she fell over the edge, her walls clenching around him, sending him tumbling after her. She rolled off of him, gasping for breath and taking his hand in hers. He watched her as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, a smile spreading across his face. He looked up at the ceiling with a contented sigh.

"Well, I enjoyed that more than I thought I would."