Anatomical Appreciation (takes place after Brave New World)

"Should we pack up and go back hom - to Leonard and Penny's?"

"There is one other tradition to celebrate a new home, you know," she smirked and winked at him.

"I'm not sure this a good idea, Amy," Sheldon said, watching the numerous jets of water spraying in the glass enclosed shower. "We don't have the best track record in the shower."

"Dr. Cooper, you underestimate me," Amy said with a smirk, enjoying the sight of Sheldon's naked backside. "Why do you think I insisted on the master bathroom upgrade, complete with walk-in shower including a built-in bench?"

"Because you're as dedicated to personal hygiene as I am?" Sheldon asked, turning around to look at her.

She laughed. "Okay, maybe that too. Come on, let's give it a whirl."

Taking Sheldon's hand, she opened the shower door and stepped into the streams of shooting water. "Oh, Sheldon, this is amazing!"

"Wow, that's a lot of pressure," he said, coming in behind her.

"Good, I like it that way," Amy said as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

"Pun intended?" Sheldon asked.

"No. Not even a pun. I like a lot water pressure in the shower."

"Me too." She opened her eyes to see Sheldon watching her very closely, his hair wet and plastered against his head. "Amy, are you sure? You might slip and fall, which could be detrimental in your present condition . . ."

She leaned closer to him, as close as she could given her present condition, and ran her hand through his hair so that it spiked up. I do so love bad boy Sheldon. Even sexier than worry wart Sheldon. "You'll just have to hold on to me very tightly." She stood on her tip toes to kiss him.

"I promise I'll never let go," he answered in a husky whisper.

Amy pushed him against the back wall and pulled his face down to hers. True to his promise, Sheldon wrapped his arms as tightly as he could around her. It was utterly delicious, making out with her handsome husband, running her hands over his wet chest, the force of the water massaging their bodies. They would break for air, Amy running her hand through her own hair to push it back, Sheldon shaking his head, before diving in again. Breathing is over-rated.

"Amy?" Sheldon finally asked, his voice and his eyes full of desire.

"I think you should sit," she answered.

He nodded and, still holding her hand, sat on the tiled bench. She saw one of her favorite things, the look that passed over his face when he got a new idea. He didn't share it, though, which meant he didn't think it was sexy. (Twenty-seven hours later: "I wonder if anyone makes laminated comic books. Then I could read them sitting in the shower.") She smiled at him and moved to straddle him, before pausing.

"Um, scoot out a little. That angle is too sharp. I'm not as thin as I once was," she instructed.

Sheldon obliged and leaned back against the wall once more. He took what used to be her waist, and, helping her lower herself down and around him, took a sharp breath.

"Good?" Amy asked, wondering, not of the first time, if she weighed too much for this anymore.

"Very good," Sheldon said. "And you?"

"Good." She tried an experimental shift forward and back, as it was not the same angle she was used to straddling him in bed, and the tiles were harder against her knees than the soft mattress. "Is that enough?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, leaning in for a deep kiss, breaking it slowly, sucking on her lower lip as they parted. Amy had managed a few more shifts, and Sheldon lowered his hands to her posterior to help her find a rhythm, the slow, dreamy one she knew he preferred.

She leaned her head back as some of her hair had fallen forward, and she wanted the power of the water to smooth it away again. She left her neck back as Sheldon started a slow and sensual progression of kisses down to her collarbones.

"Mmmmm, Sheldon." Then his tongue made contact with one of her nipples, and she jerked. "Ohhhhh, Sheldon."

She wasn't quite sure what she had deserve the wonderful things Sheldon was doing to her breasts, but she wasn't going to ask. Her back arched over and over again, the tugging and kissing and sucking and licking a never ending stream of pleasure. He would love one for awhile, and then leave it to love the other before the other. After what felt like years, Sheldon leaned back to take a breath. Amy took the opportunity to lean closer to him.

"I have to say, Amy, your breasts are very impressive these days."

She giggled and replied, "And all this time I thought you were a butt man."

Sheldon squeezed her bottom, which he had not let go of all along, and started moving her faster. She put her arms on his shoulders to comply with his wishes, and did what she could to speed up as well.

"You're wrong," he whispered in her ear, "I've always been an Amy man."

If Amy had been honest, up until that moment, other than her breasts, the rest of her was thinking that shower sex was over-rated. She was in an awkward position, compounded by pregnancy, no doubt, and the jets of water, which would be delightful for actual cleaning, were a becoming a bit too much. But, in that second, with those words, Sheldon had elevated the experience. She held on tightly to him, as he held on tightly to her, and they worked together until she felt his fingers curl on her posterior and she let herself go with him.

She leaned back again to catch her breath. It had not been the riptide pulling her down that so many orgasms during her pregnancy had been, but she wasn't disappointed in the least. She smiled at Sheldon, and he gave her his goofy grin back. "Help me up."

He nodded and held on to her, just as he had promised, until she was sitting beside him. She leaned against his shoulder.

"That was definitely better than last time we were in the shower," he said.

Amy chuckled.

"It wasn't funny!" he protested.

"No, not then. But it's kind of funny now."

She felt Sheldon shake his head slightly beside her before he asked, "Do you mind if I turn the water off?"

"Please do."

With the jets and showered turned off, a stillness settled over the bathroom. Amy leaned in even closer to Sheldon, who rested his hand on her knee.

"Amy?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Did you enjoy that?"

She lifted her head slightly. "Yeeesss."

He shrugged. "I don't know. I thought there was a moment, near the end . . . I thought you seemed uncomfortable."

"I was, a little." Then she added in a rush, "But I'm perfectly fine now."

"Are you worried about how much longer we can do this?"

"I didn't anticipate shower sex becoming a daily occurrence."

"No, I meant . . . how long will we'll be able to make love, in general."

Amy sighed softly. "I knew what you meant." She paused. "How many times have you read What to Expect When You're Expecting?"

"Fourteen."

"And how many times have you studied almost every page of babycenter .com?"

"It varies based on the page, but an average of four."

"So you know the answer. We can make love as long as we feel like it." She took a breath. "I'm sure it will probably start to drop off naturally. We've already had to give up on our favorite position. And, well, after the baby . . . it's going to a big adjustment in more ways than one. But we have two months until then. I just want to enjoy it as long as we can."

"But you promise you'll tell me if it becomes disagreeable?"

"Of course."

Sheldon sighed again. "I don't want to get up and get dressed and drive back to Leonard and Penny's."

"We don't have to." Amy lifted her head to look at his confused face. "You've underestimated me once again. You mocked me for bringing a large bag, but I had a plan. There's another blanket in there."

"But where would we sleep? We don't have any furniture yet."

"There's plush new carpet in our bedroom."

"Which is not a bed."

"Come one! It will be fun! It will be like camping! But without bugs and dirt and nature and all the things we hate!"

Sheldon shook his head softly before kissing her forehead. "Fine. We'll try it. But you have to promise to tell me if it's too uncomfortable for you." He stood and put his hand out to her. "Let's get dried off before we get too cold."

Twenty minutes later, Amy's eyelids were closing as she lay on the floor of their new bedroom with Sheldon, between too blankets, the toss pillows they had sat on earlier under their heads.

"Amy?" Sheldon whispered.

"Yes?" Amy opened her eyes.

"Are you a butt woman? I see you looking my posterior when I'm naked."

Amy smiled. "Yes, but that's not all."

"Is it my legs? They're quite long, you've commented on that before."

"Yes, but that's not all."

"My hands? You're always saying I have beautiful hands."

"You do. And you know how to use them. But no."

"My eyes?"

"Yes, but that's not all."

"Oh! I've got it! My eyebrow!"

Amy laughed. "Most certainly, but that's not all."

"What then?"

She reached out behind her to pull him closer, and he obliged by wrapping his arm around her swollen stomach.

"I'm a Sheldon woman."

He kissed her shoulder before she felt his arm relax, his palm on her belly, holding both her and their daughter as they drifted off to sleep.

AN: Thank you in advance for your reviews! Also, I forgot to inform my Book Club readers that I opened a new story a couple of weeks ago, The Anniversary Evolution, which takes place in this world and in which Book Club is heavily referenced.