Being Wrong (takes place after The Picture of Dorian Gray)
Amy was so happy she did not want him disappointed in any way. "Dr. Cooper, there is only one way I ever want you on your knees before me."
He raised one eyebrow. "Well, Dr. Fowler, ask and you shall receive. To the shower!"
Surprising her with sudden action, he pulled her up and led her to the bathroom. She laughed the whole way.
"What are you doing? The water is hot," Sheldon asked from the behind the shower curtain.
"Just tying my hair up. It will only a take a second," Amy replied. Indeed, almost immediately he heard her scamper over to him, and the curtain moved aside as she stepped in.
He shifted so that she could take her place under the falling water. After grabbing a wash cloth and the soap, he started methodically cleaning her shoulders and back. Unable to resist her, he followed with a string of kisses.
"Mmm, that's lovely, but remember what happened the last time we tried to do it in the shower."
His tailbone ached at the memory. He grumbled, "I thought I broke my coccyx."
Because she was right, he sighed in frustration and returned to just washing her in silence. Because of the parts he was washing, the aching spread. He heard her sharp intake of air when he let his fingertip explore her, just for a second or two. Desire building, he chanced kissing her on the very junction of her lower abdomen and her dark curls.
Suddenly, the warm water was gone. He looked up. "Why did you turn the water off?"
"First, because if you do that here, I'm fairly certain I'll collapse and break my coccyx. Second, I have another idea." Amy opened the shower curtain, and goosebumps immediately raised on their flesh from the cooler air.
They stepped out, and Amy handed him his towel. Drying off, he asked, "What is your idea?"
"Spoilers, Dr. Cooper," she smirked. His heart skipped a beat. After a few more quick rub downs with the towel, she added, "Give me five minutes."
She practically ran out of the bathroom.
His interest was too piqued for him to even care that she had just dropped her towel on the floor. He finished drying himself and then placed both towels over the towel bar, working to make sure they were even and straight. His mind was running through the possibilities. She had quoted River Song, so perhaps this was some sort of Doctor Who based sex game. His heart skipped another beat. To kill time, he opened the medicine cabinet to make sure everything was in order. This is the longest five minutes of my life!
Mercifully, he finally felt certain a full five minutes had passed. He peered out of the bathroom. The bedroom door was shut. "Amy?"
"I'm ready. Come in."
Sheldon walked down the short hallway and pushed open their bedroom door. Amy was lying on the bed, on her side, in a very come-hither pose, dressed as Nurse Chapel. His heart skipped five beats. Even better than Doctor Who!
She spoke before he could. "I'm in love with you, Mr. Spock. The human half and the Vulcan half. I love you just as you are."
Feeling like he was on Vulcan's equator, Sheldon said, "First, you have mixed quotes from Doctor Who with quotes from Star Trek. Second, Nurse Chapel, you've gotten your lines wrong."
Amy smirked. "Well, Mr. Spock, from what I see, it looks like it doesn't matter to you in the least. Now get over here and ravish me."
Because she was right, Sheldon was next to her, holding her face, kissing her. His hand touched her breast, and he felt it respond beneath the blue uniform. "You're not wearing a bra."
"I thought that was point."
Because she was right, he rolled her over on her back and used both hands to caress her breasts. Then he snaked one of his hands down and toyed with the hem of her skirt that had been creeping upwards. "Nurse Chapel, this is not a regulation uniform. It is entirely too long. Additionally," his hand went under her skirt, and he followed the curve of her posterior upwards, "you're not wearing any underpants."
"I am certain we already decided that was the point."
He squeezed her firm bottom. "So, we'll be leaving this on?"
She stopped kissing his jaw. "I thought you would like it."
"Oh, I do. But you can't fool me," he touched her innermost place with his finger tips, and she gasped, "you like it, too."
Sheldon didn't let her respond. Instead he got up and pulled her toward to the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I am certain we already decided that I would be on my knees." And then he was between her legs, and he lifted her vexing skirt and put his head under it. He heard her sexy laugh, and he quieted her by kissing her inner thigh. He had almost reached the apex when she bucked. Smiling to himself in the privacy of his blue tent, he said, "Patience, Nurse Chapel."
Then his started slowly kissing her other thigh, starting at her knee. He could hear Amy's deep breaths of anticipation, and the sound of them was almost too much to take. Even before he was half-way up her creamy skin, he took two fingers and slid them into her. She moaned. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes," she moaned.
He found the spot he was looking for and pressed there. Her back arched off the bed. "Or this?"
"Yes, yes," she squealed.
He brought his lips and tongue to her sensitive knot of nerve endings for a kiss. She arched again, higher. "Or this?" And he kissed her there, again.
"Sheldon, dear Lord - I mean, Spock," she almost screamed at the end.
He took his lips away from her, although he kept his fingers inside of her, pressing, drawing, circling. "Now, now, I'm fairly certainly that was the most illogical thing you've ever said."
"You liked it," she panted.
Because she was right, so very right, he smiled again and buried his face back where it had been, deep within her skirt.
AN: Oh, come on, you knew it was only a matter of time before that dress came out to play! Maybe I should have entitled this chapter The Cliche.