Seven Minutes in Heaven (takes place after The Green Mile)

"We could play seven minutes in heaven," Amy smirked.

He turned to her sharply. "No."

"Why not?"

"The laundry room is a public place. Someone could just walk in and see us."

"That didn't stop you from kissing me here once before."

Sheldon blushed. "Uh, well, yes. I may have gotten carried away. But it was not seven minutes!"

They had just gotten into bed, when Sheldon said to Amy, even before they relaxed back into their pillows, "I've been thinking about what you proposed in the laundry room."

Amy turned to him with a smirk. "And?"

"No, Amy, it's still non-negotiable. However, it occurred to me that perhaps the fascination you have with the laundry room is because of what once happened there."

"And what was that?" She wasn't even trying to appear innocent, with her smirking and her twinkling.

She drives me wild with her vixen ways! "Well, as I'm sure you remember, it was where we first, uh, knew each other in the French fashion."

Amy chuckled. "My, how formal we are tonight!"

"You know what I mean. And thinking about that made me think about, well, the Kuma Sutra."

"You have my full attention, Dr. Cooper."

"There's a chapter on kissing in the Kuma Sutra, yes?" He asked, moving slowly closer to her.

"Yeeees . . ."

"Because the Indians have all sorts of kisses." He barely touched her lips with his. "For example, the nominal kiss."

Amy smiled.

He kissed her again, more firmly, and moved his lips against hers. "The throbbing kiss."

Amy raised her eyebrows by didn't comment.

Another kiss, tracing her lower lip with his tongue. "The touching kiss."

He brought his hand up behind her neck and bent her back slightly. "The bent kiss."

"Mmmmmm . . ."

His other hand came up to hold her chin and turn her face. "A turned kiss."

The he kissed her with enough force she leaned back further on her own. "A pressed kiss."

"It's odd though, isn't it, that those are the only kisses listed?" He looked straight into Amy's green eyes as she watched him searchingly. "Maybe a French person hadn't made it to India yet."

And he lowered her down further, until she was on her back, exploring her mouth with his tongue, reveling in her kiss. He never got tired of kissing her like this. He loved how her mouth tasted. As illogical as it was, it tasted hot. Yes, hot. And soft. A little briny. And, before bed like this, with a hint of mint toothpaste still on her breath. He hated breaking away from it.

"Even the Eskimos have a special kiss." He rubbed his nose against hers. "But, as homo novus, shouldn't we have our own kiss? Maybe something even better than the kiss in the laundry room?"

Amy's smirk reached all the way to her eyes. "What do you propose, Dr. Cooper?"

"Well, as scientists, I suggest we study the possibilities. For example . . ." He kissed the tip of her nose. "The flag kiss."

"The flag kiss?"

"Shhhh, I'm giving a lecture." She raised her eyebrows again, and his kissed one to tame it. "The arch kiss."

Feathery kisses along her cheekbone. "The crest kiss."

She closed her eyes and smiled. He took advantage to kiss her eyelid. "The emerald kiss."

In the middle of her forehead. "Genius kiss."

On her temple, caressing her hair. "Mud kiss."

"Mud!" She opened her eyes.

"Uh . . . chocolate?"

She nodded. "Carry on."

Along the curvature of her ear. "Seashell kisses."

He took her earlobe in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He was rewarded with a moan and the deepening of her breath. "Velvet kiss."

The indentation in her neck, over her carotid artery. "Pulse kiss."

On her delicate Adam's apple. "The Macintosh."

Amy giggled.

"Dr. Fowler, this is a serious scientific instruction." He kissed her there again.

"Yes, yes, I'll be good." She closed her eyes again.

"Pay attention, there will be a test later." Her suprasternal notch, which he lapped with his tongue eliciting another moan. "Thirst."

Along her right collarbone. "Mmmm . . . river kisses."

Amy smiled. She remembered.

Between her breasts. "The valley."

Slowly up the side of her left breast. "The snowcap."

He ran his tongue over her nipple, and she arched off the bed. "The ruby." He did it again. "No, I stand corrected." He repeated his actions for her other nipple. "Rubies. Definitely plural."

Sheldon eyed it first, the perfectly round and very dark freckle under her right breast. He had never found freckles sexy until this one. He kissed it. "The secret."

Down the middle of her stomach almost to her belly button, open mouthed and very sloppy. "The savannah."

He paused. He knew where he wanted to kiss next, but he was a little worried about what Amy would think. He loved this part of her, the cushiony softness, the feminine allure. But he had always thought it was an area women were very sensitive about. Very gently he kissed the pouch of flesh that was her lower stomach. "Perfection."

A kiss on her dark curls made Amy's breath hitch. "Proximate."

Putting his hand between her legs and over her mound, he said, "Now this kiss. That's a lesson for another day." He slid a finger into her dewy folds, and her breath caught again. "Pop quiz time."

"Sheldon." She looked at him, pleasure already washing over her face.

He raised an eyebrow before kissing half-way between her navel and her breasts. He paused, looking up at her.

She swallowed for air. "Savannah."

Her rounded tummy. She didn't respond. He stopped moving his finger. "Say it."

"Perfection. Don't stop!"

Her collarbone.

"Hooot, hoooo, river."

Between her breasts. "Yesssss, right there."

"Right where?"

"Jesus, Sheldon, the valley."

He smiled and kissed her freckle. Her hips had started shifting. "Uhhhhh, mmmmmmm, the secret."

The outside of her ear. "Ohhhh, yesss, the seashell?"

"You don't sound very certain."

"Hoooooooo, certain."

Her earlobe, with long and soft and very wet ardor. "Shelllllldon."

He whispered into to ear, "Say it."

"Velvet, oh yes!"

Her suprasternal notch. "Ohhhhhhhh, God - I - don't - know - the - drink?"

"Incorrect, Dr. Fowler. But, I think, very, very close." Her stomach muscles contracted and her hands clawed for him. And she took her sharp breaths.

"Yessssssssssss, oh, yessssssss!"

He reveled in the sight of her climaxing, a satisfied grin his face. The way her body arched and pulse, her legs stiffened, her neck elongated, even her scent changed: it was one of his favorite sights. She came down, gasping for air.

"I have very strict standards for my pupils, Dr. Fowler. I think we'll have to do that until you receive a perfect score."

He kissed her forehead, starting his attentions again.

"Genius," it came out with Amy's deep breath.

Her throat. "Pulssssse."

Her earlobe agin. "Ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm, velvet!"

Her hardened nipple, wet with his whole mouth, teasing, pulling. "Yessssssss - ruby - rubies!"

Gently into her hair as her hand clenched his arm again. "Sheldonnnnnnnnn!"

Again: always faster, always shorter, always just as bewitching. However, not wanting to kill his wife, he stopped as her lungs truly seemed to be heaving for air. He rested his palm on her stomach and leaned down to give her three bent kisses. She smiled at him, breathing hard.

"I think," he said, "maybe we should retest on a later date."

"Yes," Amy swallowed hard, "because -" she gripped his shoulders and forced him to roll on his back - "it's my turn to teach you a lesson, Dr. Cooper. I seem to recall a chapter on love bites."

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