Babymoon (takes place before and during The Secret Garden)
"Because, Dr. Cooper, salted caramel is not as common and may take longer to find. Come on, hurry up, let's get hot and bothered." She wiggled her eyebrows, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the bedroom.
It all started after the last Book Club; that was the last time Amy was sick.
Amy was aware of the phenomenon, of course. It was based on biological facts. Hormonal fluctuations could cause an increased sex drive in the second trimester. Increased blood flow to the pelvis, engorgement of the genitals, increased vaginal discharge: they all could lead to heightened sensations and sexual pleasure during pregnancy. But it was the last thing on her mind during the last half of her first trimester, when all she wanted to do was sleep. Or keep her food down. Sex was the last thing she wanted to think about. She felt disgusting, exhausted, and sick. Poor Sheldon, once that started he never once asked her for it. They were so rarely alone that she just cherished talking to him at those times she didn't feel like she could fall asleep or throw up. There were so many other things to talk about.
Then, blessedly, the gray curtain lifted from her. She felt amazing. Her energy was back, food tasted delicious again, she actually felt . . . well, almost pretty. After a few days, Sheldon noticed, too, and asked her about it. She smiled at him and told him the truth, that she finally felt like her body was a temple. She thought he would roll his eyes, but instead he smiled back with so much happiness it almost hurt. She felt like she was glowing.
She couldn't decide if he was actually watching her more that evening or if he had been watching her so closely the entire pregnancy, and she had been too fatigued to notice. It didn't matter, there was so much love in his eyes she just wanted to bask in it. But when he so intently watched her undress, she knew it was different. When she climbed into bed next to him, he put his hand over her stomach. She wondered how long he had noticed; even she wasn't sure if she imagining it at times. But her skirts were definitely getting tighter. Bursting with pride and love at this physical manifestation of their success, she smiled at him again. She was surprised to find she really, desperately wanted to make love to him. However, he had already put on his pajamas, and she knew he would never consent with Leonard and Penny at home, so she didn't even try.
She had a crazy sex dream that night, so vivid, and she awoke with a start. She didn't just want him, her body demanded him. Fortunately, Sheldon's libido was almost as large as his brain, and, yes, yes!, it took almost nothing to convince him when he was awake. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. She was dying for his touch and she couldn't believe it was happening so fast and in this position, too! . . . She held onto him with all her might, never wanting these sensations to leave her. It came in a wave so strong it was like being pulled down into a riptide. She tried to curl into his shoulder but she couldn't be quiet, she had no control over herself. Suddenly, he stopped.
"Amy, are you okay? Am I hurting you?"
She was certain she would die if he didn't start moving again. "Sheldon, don't you dare stop! It's amazing!"
Everything was pulsing again and was it ever this good? and the riptide came once more and she didn't care who heard and she wanted everyone to know how amazing this was!
It only got better for the next few weeks; her body was certainly changing now, and she never felt more feminine. She felt so blessed to be a woman, to have been entrusted with this most important task, to have Sheldon give her this wonderful gift, to have Sheldon's baby growing inside of her. She felt how lovingly he looked at her body, and, for the first time in her life, she genuinely felt beautiful. All of this beauty and love and power swirled around her, and all she wanted was for Sheldon to touch her, to share it with her.
Fortunately, Sheldon seemed to sense this change in her, and he also could not resist being with her. It was like those first few heady weeks when she felt parched without his touch, without his body wrapped up in her, not knowing where he stopped and she began. She wondered what Sheldon was thinking, but she knew that he was probably not thinking at all, she could see it in his face, how he had given himself over to this. And, quite honestly, she was too busy riding the riptides out to sea.
Pleasure from his hands. Pleasure from his mouth. Pleasure from his breath on her ear. Pleasure from his . . . Pleasure from every part of her he touched. She was almost afraid his very look would pleasure her in the middle of a crowded room.
She tried so hard, for him, to curl into his shoulder and deepen her cries into moans. But she was amazed to find he seemed not to care anymore. She was a goddess, she was a diva, she was a siren.
One day, somewhere in the middle of this babymoon (technically, it was the wrong definition, she knew, but it sounded so right), she decided to discuss it at girls night.
"Bernadette, when you were pregnant, did you find your libido exponentially increased during your second trimester?" she asked.
"Hmmm," Bernadette thought. "Yeah, there was a week or two there I remember being in the mood more than usual. I don't know if I'd use the word exponential, though."
"Did Howard appreciate this change?"
"He's a man, isn't he?" Penny asked.
They all shared a smile.
Amy asked another question. "What about your orgasms? Did they seem better, stronger?"
Bernadette looked alarmed. "Well, that's a personal question. But, okay, I guess we've already crossed that bridge. I don't remember that, so, no, I don't think so. I wasn't sick nearly as bad as you were, we'd been having sex all along. Maybe you just forgot."
"No, I definitely didn't forget. I would have remembered these. Also, I find I am able to achieve orgasm more easily and have more at a time. Last night, for example, I believe I had four in a row. At least three, it always gets a little muddled near the end."
For once, Bernadette noticed that Penny didn't choke on her wine at Amy's over sharing. "Amy, I'm sorry, but I just don't think so. Just because it's biologically possible doesn't mean it actually happens on a regular basis. Not without using a . . . well, you know. Right, Penny? I mean, four orgasms in a row?"
"Oh, I'm sure Amy's telling the truth," Penny said. "Trust me."
Sheldon first learned of the phenomenon in the hours he spent doing research on pregnancy and the father's role in said experience while Amy slept. Poor Amy, she slept a lot those first few weeks. And she was sick, not every day, but too much. He thought it sounded like anecdotal pseudo-science poppycock, and he wanted to ask Amy about it. However, he didn't want to wake her up, and he certainly didn't want to ask her about it while she was vomiting. Obviously, he was not going to bring it up in front of Leonard or Penny. Their non-sleeping, non-vomiting, both-together-alone-in-the-same-room times were so precious they became filled with other, more important topics, and it never came up. Not that he believed it, anyway.
Then something happened. One week, she wasn't sick at all. The same week, he noticed she slept less. And her skin, what was it about her skin? Was she actually glowing? He asked Amy how she felt, and she smiled, truly smiled, and she said she had never felt better. She said she finally felt like her body was a temple. He dismissed that as another example of her overly sentimental nature, but he smiled back at her because her happiness was so great it almost hurt.
He couldn't stop looking at her all evening, across the table at dinner, next to him on the sofa while they watched a movie. She was magnificent. That night, he scrambled into bed before her, just to watch her undress, waiting to see the new change he had just noticed that week. It wasn't much, and once she was dressed it wasn't noticeable, but it was there. When she joined him, he put his hand over this new wondrous evidence of their success, and Amy smiled at him again. In the midst of all his pride and love, he was surprised to find he really, desperately wanted to make love to her. However, Penny and Leonard were home and he wasn't sure if Amy would be willing, so he didn't broach the topic.
She woke him in the middle of the night, and, even in the midst of his initial confusion, something inside of him cried out, and, yes, yes!, Amy wanted him, too. It reminded him, oddly, of the first time. He was so starved for her and she felt even better than he remembered (how long has it been?) and he couldn't think straight and he tried so hard to slow down and . . . Despite all that, she clung to him like he was a god and she cried out, so long and hard he was actually frightened. Enough to penetrate the fog and make him stop.
"Amy, are you okay? Am I hurting you?" He was certain his heart had stopped beating.
"Sheldon, don't you dare stop! It's amazing!"
His heart ran away from his chest and was it always this good? and she cried out again and he didn't care if they woke the whole neighborhood and this is amazing!
It only got worse for the next few weeks; her body kept changing before his eyes, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He had always thought Amy was beautiful, but he had never wanted or needed to explain it or quantify it. He loved her beautiful mind, ergo she was beautiful. But now he knew he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. As precious as she had been to him, now she was somehow more precious. She was literally pouring herself into this gift she was giving him, undertaking this most important task for him, and all he wanted to do was touch her, to share it with her.
Fortunately, a change had come over Amy, too, and she wanted to be touched all the time. It was like that those first few heady weeks when he couldn't even work for thinking about getting her home and losing himself in her. He thought, again, about asking Amy about it, but, and this was completely illogical, he didn't care. And, quite honestly, he was too busy ravishing her.
Middle of the night sex. Early morning sex. Alone in the house sex. Guest bed sex. Guest room floor sex. Quick-get-a-blanket-for-the-sofa sex. Leonard-and-Penny-went-for-ice-cream sex.
He gave up trying to keep her quiet. He was amazed to find he could do no wrong. She had orgasms like ones he always thought were made up for movies. He was virile, he was potent, he was a stud.
One day, somewhere in the middle of this babymoon (Amy used this word, he had never heard it before, he thought it was strange but appropriate), he noticed a sudden silence fall over the table in the cafeteria when he joined his friends for lunch. It was the type of silence that he believed meant they were talking about him, but he was never certain.
"Sheldon, how is Amy?" Raj asked after what Sheldon perceived as a slightly longer than normal pause.
"Quite well, thank you. We had a doctor's appointment yesterday and everything is progressing as it should. Even Amy's uterus is an exemplary specimen of human biology."
"Sooo, no pregnancy side effects?" Howard asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Leonard's stupid grin confirmed his suspicions. Well, he would not discuss this, and they all knew it. "Both the nausea and the fatigue have subsided. She reports that she feels excellent."
"I bet she does," Howard muttered under his breath. Sheldon ignored it.
"You know, Sheldon, I heard somewhere once that pregnant women can go through a horny phase," Raj said. Leonard and Howard snickered.
Sheldon put his fork down with clang, looking around at all his friends, acting like teenage boys. He was appalled that they would discuss Amy like that. He was also, unexpectedly, extremely proud of himself.
"Fine. If you must know, Amy's libido has increased exponentially. I find this knowledge, coupled with the allure of her pregnant body, highly arousing. We are enjoying frequent coitus, and, when we do, the increased blood flow to her genitals allows me to bring her to orgasm multiple times." Sheldon clamped his mouth shut, mortified. I should not have said that. What came over me? However, the looks on Howard and Raj's faces were worth it.
"Ughh," they said in unison, pushing their trays away from them. Leonard continued to eat.
"Really, dude, how can you eat after that?" Raj asked him.
"Well, you asked, so it's your own fault. And," Leonard took another bite, "that's the G-rated version. Trust me."
And so, that night, when Leonard and Penny went to get ice cream, Sheldon found himself propped up on one arm to avoid putting too much pressure on Amy's blossoming stomach. Normally he would have disliked being further away from her, but he had to admit that given their limited time frame the extra space made it easier for him to stimulate her and bring her to climax. Not that it took much lately.
Although it was very difficult to think at a time like this, two thoughts came to him. One: That this night was probably the last hurrah of the babymoon, the frenzied feverish need. It had been dwindling for a couple of weeks now. He would miss it. Two: It was getting more difficult to make love this way, and he wasn't sure how much longer they would be able to do it. He would miss it, looking down on her, her hair spilled over the bed, her body arching up toward him -
Then she rose to her zenith beneath him, and he watched her and loved her, unable to contain his own. Together they were harmony, together they were motion, together they were a crescendo.
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