Honeymoon (takes place 3 nights after Somewhere in Time)

"Give a woman a diamond ring and she expects a honeymoon," he grumbled.

Amy sighed and rested her chin upon her palm, leaning against the railing of the balcony. The pose made her think of Juliet. She gazed out to the ocean, watching the sun slowly sinking over the water, the golden pink shimmers stretching out as far as her eyes could see. She thought it was beautiful. She thought her Romeo should join her to watch.

Speaking of Sheldon, what was he doing? He was making all sorts of racket behind her, in their hotel room.

"Sheldon, what are you doing? Come out here. I want to show you something," she called, turning to look at the open sliding door.

Sheldon's head popped out. "What is it? I'm not dressed."

She stood up straight and turned around fully. "You're not dressed? You look dressed."

"I'm not wearing any socks or shoes."

She rolled her eyes. "It's two or three steps at the most on the balcony. Come here, I want to show something."

He sighed but came over to stand next to her. "What?"

"Look at the sunset."

"What about it?"

"It's beautiful. I love how pink it looks."

"It only looks pink because the shorter wavelength components of sunlight scatter more strongly the long wavelengths, so the short wavelength colors of blue and green are removed from the beam leaving the long wavelength colors of red and pink."

Amy sighed again and resumed her Juliet pose. "I don't care. It's beautiful."

Sheldon leaned against the railing next to her and took her free hand in his. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, her lips turning up slightly, charmed. Sheldon wasn't looking at her, he was watching the sunset.

"Amy, are you sad to be leaving tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. She said nothing else, enjoying the feel of his soft, warm hand surrounding hers.

After what she supposed was moment's reflection, Sheldon said, "Actually, me too."

Her heart started to glow along with the sunset. It wasn't just vindication she felt because she was right: Sheldon would enjoy a vacation if he would just allow himself to relax into it. She was glowing because it had been even more wonderful than she imagined. After his the first afternoon of grousing, he had been mostly tolerant of lying about and reading and sleeping in late. He agreed to stay up late, cuddling in bed, watching Somewhere in Time, although he had fallen asleep before it was over. This morning he had actually consented to room service and staying in bed to do the crossword puzzle together, even though Amy was the crossword puzzle fan. The best part was the way he had given her shoulder a bacon-scented kiss after every correct clue. True, despite Sheldon's snide comment on their first afternoon, it had not been a steamy sexcapade. They had made love, of course, more than once, but in their habitual and reassuring fashion. Which was, honestly, her favorite. And now here he was admitting he was sad to leave! On impulse, she reached over to kiss his cheek.

He looked at her and smiled. "Amy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I show you something now? Something I've been, uh, looking at for a while?"

Intrigued, Amy nodded.

He leaned down very, very close and whispered in her ear, "It's inside."

The combination of his breath and his almost-touching lips sent a shiver down her spine. Sheldon didn't let go of her hand as he led her back into the room, and shut the sliding door behind them.

She noticed it immediately. Sheldon had removed everything, including a rather large lamp, from the dresser in the room. Amy looked at him with a wrinkled brow, "Sheldon, what's going on?"

"So, this dresser, I like it."

"Oookay."

"I mean, I've thought about it, and it's a good height. We don't have anything this height at home."

Amy raised her eyebrows. "A good height?"

He nodded, his blue eyes blazing.

"What about the wall?" she asked, her body pulsing with excitement.

"If you recall, the stairwell is on the other side of that wall. Because I insisted on being close the fire escape. And, well, I've also determined it's very substantial piece of furniture."

"Have you now?"

He shrugged. "I'm more than just a pretty face."

Amy smiled. "How, exactly, does one definitively prove that a piece of furniture is substantial? Are you sure you've performed all the proper tests?"

"You make a valid argument. There is one test that I did not perform, because it involves two people."

"Two people?"

"Indeed." He raised one eyebrow.

Amy shook her head softly but couldn't keep from smirking. Sheldon smiled back. Finally, she threw up her free hand. "Well, are you going to help me up there or am I going to have to do it myself?"

In an instant, Sheldon's lips were on hers, his hands pulling up her sundress. They parted to take the dress over her head and he said, "I thought you'd never stop asking questions, woman."

Then his face was buried in her neck. Amy ran her hands under his shirts, feeling the warm smoothness of his skin. Again they separated just long enough to remove them. His beautiful chest now exposed, she leaned in to run her tongue over his nipples, swirling in a figure eight pattern. He shivered.

"Oh, Amy."

She pulled his head back down to her lips, and once he was firmly occupied there, she lowered her hands to his pants, releasing his belt. Slithering her hand inside of his briefs, she stroked him, lightly, before reaching for his waistband. His husky breath thrilled her. Meanwhile, he reached around behind her, unhooking her bra, running his hand over her newly available flesh. She paused with her hands still on his hips, leaning her forehead into him, as he circled, circled her own nipples.

"Oh, Sheldon."

Swiftly, she dropped along with his pants and briefs, bringing them down to his ankles so he could step out of them. She let her hands go to drop her bra on the floor next to them. On her way back up, she was inspired to take a risk. Without warning him, she passed her tongue up his shaft and across the tip of him.

"Amy!" He gripped her shoulders.

"Shhhhh," she whispered coming back up to look at his blue eyes. "That's all. Okay?"

He nodded. "It was . . . yes."

They smiled at each other before their mouths crashed together again, this time with Sheldon walking her backwards, supporting her and guiding her with his arms, his lips never leaving hers. She felt the edge of the dresser on her tailbone. In a surprising display of strength, Sheldon lifted her up in one agile, smooth motion. Amy yelped into his mouth.

"Are you okay?" he pulled away to ask.

"Very okay. Just surprised you were able to do that."

"I told you I'm more than a pretty face." His impish look, his single raised eyebrow, dear Lord, they almost killed her.

Before she has time to respond, her panties are off, flung away from them, in an equally spry move. Sheldon leaned in to her, her legs spreading to welcome him, his manhood rubbing against her. Oh, yes, this is a good height.

"Is this enough?" Sheldon whispered.

"Oh, yes."

As Amy threw her head back in pleasure, he started kissing her neck and collarbones, kneading her back with his palms, and the rocking motion sent bursts of electricity through her body.

"Yes."

Hooooot, this is a great height.

"Yess."

She didn't even kiss him back, she just held onto his arms, rocking with him, feeling the pleasure pulsing ever stronger within her, as the firmest part of his body stroked the softest part of hers.

"Yesssss."

Just when she started to feel the tug in her stomach, the string pulling her body taut before releasing it completely, Sheldon pleaded into her ear, "Please, Amy, please."

Amy reached down to help Sheldon find where he wanted to be, and he filled her with himself, his breath hitching, before he resumed his undulation. She wrapped her legs around him, to bring him deeper, to encourage him to continue the rhythm he was using before. He ran his hand down the back of her thigh and pulled her left leg up higher. That sensation, his palm on her skin, in that place, drove her wild. He resumed his rocking, within her and around her, one hand holding up the back of her knee, the other on the back of her neck, bringing her closer to him and his lips.

Then it came, not surprising her at its swiftness given how close she was not so long ago, and it was one of those rare orgasms that seem to pause and shimmer on the edge of something else, the white-hot lightening bolt deep inside her blazing. She heard the trembling in her cry, forcing her eyes open to look at Sheldon, loving the way he watched her so closely.

No sooner had her own cry died in the air, then he dropped her leg and he wrapped his arms around her. His own head went back, he fingers clutched at the skin of her back, his upper lip quivered, and his eyes squeezed shut. His deep bellow filled her ears. It was one of Amy's favorite sights.

As he came down from his high, she leaved against his shoulder, and he hugged her even tighter. "I love you, Sheldon."

"I love you, too, Amy." He was breathless.

"And I really loved that."

"I thought it seemed like you did."

"I think it was the angle."

He kissed the top of her head, his breath calming. "Then we'll work to recreate it at home."

She pulled back slightly to look at him. "We? You're the physicist. I didn't marry you just for your pretty face, you know."

AN: Again, my blushes!