The Double Entendre (takes place after The Night Circus)
"Because, Dr. Cooper, I want to be shaken, not stirred." Amy smirked and walked out of the bathroom.
Sheldon's voice came after her, "What does that mean?"
He followed her to the bedroom because, well, it was Amy. Of course he followed her. "Amy, that line is an iconic James Bond reference to an alcoholic drink. As I am not a bartender or even a fan of alcohol, I do not understand -"
"Shut up, Dr. Cooper."
Startled, Sheldon stopped talking. Is Amy angry? If so, why did she call me Dr. Cooper with that infliction, when she draws out the O?
Amy approached him and started to pull on his belt buckle. "If you are going to speak, Dr. Cooper, you are going to talk about speedboats."
"Speedboats?" He reached down to still her hands (what is she doing?), but she slapped his hand away.
"No. Talk. Speedboats."
Abruptly, it occurred to Sheldon that this was a game. And the way Amy just threw the belt over her shoulder strongly implied this was a sex game. Just as abruptly, both his brain and body become excited at the idea.
"Amy, is this a -"
"Speedboats." She started to remove his jacket, sliding one sleeve down.
"Uh, okay." That was not really his area of expertise, but he was not going to argue. "A speedboat is another term for a motorboat. It is a boat that is powered by an engine as opposed to paddles or oars -"
"You're going to have to do better than that, Dr. Cooper." His jacket gone, she was pulling his shirt out of his pants.
He wanted to yell, 'Woman, I can't even think of the title of my last dissertation right now!' Instead, he said, "Uh, well, some motor boats have an outboard motor attached to the rear, but I think the speedboats to which you are referring have an inboard engine."
She had almost unbuttoned his shirt all the way up to his bow tie. He reached up to untie it for her, but she slapped his hand again.
"No. The tie stays on."
The rules of physics were rapidly leaving his brain, but he felt certain that it was impossible to take his shirt off while leaving the tie on. But who I am to disagree with my beautiful, determined wife who is wearing only her underwear?
"The motor is an internal combustion engine. An internal combustion engine is an engine in which fuel combusts when it comes in contact with an oxidizer in a combustion chamber."
Amy had given up on the shirt collar, and had decided to remove the cuff links instead. Sheldon was too addled to feel any pride that he was correct. He was also satisfied that she didn't seem to mind that he wasn't really talking about the physics of speedboats, rather just the mechanical engineering of them. It was so much easier to recall those simple details in the moment.
"The expansion of high-temperature and high-pressure gasses produced by this combustion are applied to some other component of the engine, usually a nozzle or piston -" Suddenly, his pants and his underwear are around his ankles in one fell swoop. Amy's face was very close his . . . his . . . "- a piston or the other thing . . ." He was forced to made a spinning motion with his hand.
The corners of Amy's mouth turned up, but instead of allowing herself a full smile she pushed him forcefully onto the bed. He landed with a flop.
"Lie down," she ordered. She bent down to untie a shoe. "Keep talking."
He spoke at the ceiling, feeling first his shoes, then his socks, and finally his pants fall completely away from him. "There are two types of internal combustion engines, intermittent and continuous. Incorrectly, some people think steam engines belong are combustion engines. Steam engines are not a type of internal combustion engine, that is a . . . a . . . uh . . ."
Amy stood and leaned over him, and blew into his ear. "What is it, Dr. Cooper?" She stood back up. One bra strap fell down. "An error?" She brought the other one down. "A misconception?" One reach behind her and the bra was gone. "Inaccurate?" She dropped her panties. "A blunder?"
She crawled over him, a deep smirk on her face. It was, indeed, the naughtiest smirk he had ever seen her use.
"A boner?" she asked.
What is so funn - Oh! He took the risk of another slap. "Amy, what's gotten into you?"
"Hopefully, you." And then her mouth was on his mouth.
He had no idea what had happened to his wife, but, he discovered, he really didn't care. Good Lord, what a kiss! He reached up to run his thumbs over her nipples, and she shuddered. Pulling away from his lips, she grabbed his shoulders, and he rolled with her. She murmured in his ear, "Touch me."
"Already?" he whispered.
"I've been ready ever since you put that tie on." She said it brazenly, not whispering.
Amy tonight! he thought.
"Speaking of which, can I take it off? And the shirt? You know I don't like to be half -" he stopped. He saw the flash across her face. Disappointment. He regretted asking. "Never mind."
He bent in for another kiss, and he brought his hand down to her center. She moaned softly into his mouth. He kissed her deeper, mimicking the actions of his fingers with his tongue. She pulled away, her breath coming fast and hard. He moved on to her neck and her wonderful collar bones.
Then he heard it, the first inhalation, sooner than he would have thought. Fascinating. Five inhalations and the cry. Just when he was about to stop and pull his hand away something happened. Namely, another short inhalation. Then two more and anther cry.
Had she just . . . ? Had he just made her . . . ? Her skin, her beautiful skin, was flushed and glistening; her eyes, her beautiful eyes, were so bright. His ribcage expanded with pride. Eat your heart out, James Bond!
She smiled at him, that smile. Then she pulled at his crisp white shirt, and he came into her. She felt better than any Bond babe he could ever imagine.
AN: As always, reviews are read and loved!