The Time Traveler's Wife (takes place after The Time Traveler's Wife)
He preferred to imagine it her way. He could even see it in his mind, this other version of themselves. He was standing with a time machine, perhaps something silver and sleek, shimmering as it was ready to depart. One foot would be inside, in his past, one foot would still be on the ground just outside the door, in the present. He would put out his hand toward her, toward his future. She would probably be surprised, frightened, trepidatious. But she would take his hand and follow him. Of course she would. It would be an adventure.
He kissed her cheek gently, then her temple. "I did want you. Almost as much as I want you right now." His kissed her earlobe, and then, without warning, Amelia felt a surge course through her as Cooper's mouth surrounded it, his tongue swirling.
"Hoooooot." Her back arched and she could feel Cooper's lips turn up in a smile, the little sound he gave out, even though he didn't stop what he was doing. His hand, which had been holding her cheek, started to meander slowly down her neck, slipping under the very edge of blankets, resting on the bare skin of her chest, just above the scandalously low neckline of the flimsy nightgown.
He stopped. "You're trembling."
Amelia didn't know if she was trembling from fear or desire or a mixture of both. The feel of his breath in her ear, his hot palm on her décolletage, goose bumps rising on her flesh, the pulsing deep within her. It felt so overwhelming, and all of these sensations were only heightened by his declaration of craving for her. She was craving him, too, in every sense of the word. She had been craving him for as long as she could remember, long before she knew him.
She turned her head to gaze upon his beautiful porcelain skin. "I want you, too. Then. And now. I'm just - it's overwhelming."
"Amelia," he whispered softly, his lips barely grazing hers once more, "please don't be frightened. I love you, and I only want to make you feel good. Let yourself be overwhelmed. I want you to think of the place you love the most on Earth, a place where time feels meaningless. I want to you shut your eyes and think of that place. And then I want to take you there. Just me, just us, no time machine. I want to be there with you. Will you let me take you there?"
Her heart ached at the palpable love in his voice. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes and knew, as she had known for so long, that she as never safer than with him. Amelia nodded and closed her eyes. She felt his soft, nimble hand slip slowly beneath to neckline of her nightgown. She exhaled softly and thought of the place she loved the most.
Cooper slowly traced every edge and plain of her face with his lips. Amelia relaxed into his touch, only to arch off the bed again when his fingertips made contact with one of her nipples. She had not expected that, not really. But this must have been the touching anywhere that Penelope had warned her about.
"Does that feel good?" he whispered in her ear.
"Oh, yes," she exhaled softly. Then Cooper kissed her again, firmer this time, not waiting very long before his tongue asked for access to her mouth. She gave it freely, swirling in the sensations of his kiss and the soft flicks and caresses of her breast.
He broke awake suddenly. "Amelia, can we take off this silly little nightgown?"
"But Penelope said you would like it."
Cooper started to pull the blankets down. "First of all, don't ever say her name in this bed again. And, secondly," the blankets were gone now, the cooler air rushing over Amelia's skin, "I like it very much." Amelia saw Cooper's eyes rake down and then back up her body, back to her face. "You're so beautiful."
Certain she was blushing down to the tips of her toes, Amelia dared to ask, "Did you peek? That night I took the bath?"
"Uh-huh, I won't tell. A hero never tells," he said with a grin. He gently grabbed the hem of the negligee, which was scandalously high upon her thigh, and started to lift it up. Amelia sat up, and let him slowly raise it over and past her outstretched arms.
"Much better," he whispered, tossing it aside and pushing her back with another hungry kiss. Then his lips started to trail down her neck and across her collarbones. She felt like her skin was on fire. As his lips continued their slow decent, they started to veer toward one side and crossed the edge of her breast.
"Are you going to kiss me there?" Amelia asked.
She heard a chuckle. "I'm going to kiss you in places you've never imagined being kissed before." But then he stopped, and she looked down to meet his eyes. "Amelia, I want you to tell me if you don't like something. That's very important. But remember what I said: let me overwhelm you."
Amelia nodded to him and put her head back on the pillow. She took another soft breath and closed her eyes again. The slow parade of kisses continued a bit more until something hot and wet ripped through her senses.
"Oh, God," she murmured, and then slapped her hand over her month, embarrassed both by her outburst and her cursing. Cooper's hand gently pulled it away. His mouth left her nipple, and the cold air upon the wet surface was almost as breathtaking as his tongue there had been.
"I want to hear you," he whispered before putting his head down again and continued what he was doing. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, and she found her lungs heaving and her back raising on the bed. It only became more pronounced as Cooper's mouth progressed further down her stomach. He started to push her legs apart, and her heartbeat increased.
"Cooper, what - What! Oh, my God!" The last cognizant thought she had was, 'No, this had to be what Penelope was talking about.'
It was indescribable. She both wanted to fight it and welcome it with open arms. He had found this secret spot that she did not know she even possessed until recently, during a certain bath. But this was nothing like the bath. This was the bath amplified beyond her imagination. He was lapping at her like a gentle tide, but it was growing stronger every second. She felt what could only be described as a tightening sensation, in her neck, in her stomach, in legs, and especially . . . well, there. Even the soles of her feet started to tingle. And then, suddenly, after a second of stillness it felt like she had been thrown into the ocean, a hot, rushing ocean of pleasure. She had been reduced to pure sensation. She thought maybe she was screaming and shuddering, somewhere far away from the bliss.
He had waited quietly, coming back up to hold her, until the shivering died away. "Did you find that pleasurable? Did it overwhelm you?"
"I didn't know it was possible. Not like that," Amelia answered, turning slightly to look at him. She felt like she was in a daze.
Cooper kissed her, and she felt his fingers slip in to her private space once more. "Are you going to do again?" she breathed into the kiss.
Smiling as his lips pulled away, Cooper said. "I would do it a thousand times if I thought either one of us could withstand it." His smile faded slightly. "Amelia, I want to put my fingers inside of you. I don't want to frighten you."
"Oh," Amelia said softly. She was well beyond being surprised by anything Cooper was doing to her.
Then she felt him invade her. It felt . . . odd. She flinched.
"Am I hurting you?" Cooper asked.
"No. It just feels . . . strange."
His finger started to move within her, further in and then back out. "How is that?"
"It's . . . strange."
Then his hand moved slightly, and she was aware that he had added another finger. "Is that better?"
"It's . . . uh . . . fine."
"I aim for better than fine."
This time when he pulled his fingers out, Amelia had the new sensation that he was pressing on her somewhere, deep inside, somewhere near the front of her. He repeated the action, the in motion, the pressing movement out.
"Ohhhh," she exhaled.
"Good?" he whispered in her ear.
It was getting better by the second. There was a spot there that when he slid and pressed against it felt amazing. "Very good."
The spiraling, the tightness, it was starting again, but not exactly the same. Just as she realized it might happen again, he suddenly pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, Amelia. Looking at you, hearing you you make all those sounds . . . I'm going to put the condom on now. Remember, we talked about this?"
Amelia nodded and watched him turn away, toward the side of the bed, his back to her. She heard the ripping of the package. What was he apologizing for? Should she ask? Before she could work up the courage, there was a flash of movement, and Cooper was over her, resting on his elbows, his slim body between her legs. She had never seen him move so quickly before.
"Amelia? I'll try to be as gentle as I can. I promise. Try to breathe out slowly."
Her heart hammering in her chest, she forced herself to release the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. His reached down between then and then she felt a strong pushing sensation. She couldn't believe how deeply he was pushing into her. There was some burning, yes, but it was not nearly as painful as she had expected. Despite that, she couldn't help but let out a surprised, "Oh!"
"I'm sorry," Cooper whispered, kissing her cheek. "Are you alright?"
The way he was looking down at her, concern etched on his face, his pupils large, the bright blue rings surrounding them . . . Amelia was better than alright. She placed a hand softly upon his shoulder. "I'm . . . well. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be be."
He smiled and it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen on his face. Then she saw his shoulders flex as he pulled out, slowly, and then moved back in to where he had been. "Good?"
"Yes."
"Actually," another slow movement, "I want even better than good." He brought his hand down again, to touch her again. She jerked at the touch. "Too sensitive?" he asked.
"No. I mean, I don't think so. I just didn't expect that."
His only reply was that smile, again, and then he started stroking her there, matching each stroke with the movement inside of her. This time, she could see him, above her, watching her, when the whirling sensation started again. She was able to focus on him, the way he was looking at her, how heavy he was panting, how his muscles flexed and tensed in his arm and his shoulder. She concentrated on his eyes, which he occasionally squeezed shut, and she was able to remember what he had said, about a place where time was meaningless. It was here, it was now. It was her, it was him, it was this feeling, this mixing of their bodies and their souls, staring deeply into his eyes, feeling her body respond to him. They could go anywhere, anywhen, but a part of them would always be in this time, this juncture, this season, this epoch. Here, they were together, ageless and forever loved. Then infinity came rushing at Amelia again, just as Cooper let out deep groan that sounded like her name.
Amy jerked with a gasp, her breath coming in sharp pants, her leg flinging out to kick her sleeping husband. Fully awake, her body fully aroused, she put her hand to her chest, her heart thumping within.
Sheldon's eyes popped open and almost immediately he spoke, lifting his head from his pillow, sounding concerned, "Amy? Nightmare?"
She shook her head. "No. A sex dream."
"Mmmmmm," Sheldon relaxed and put an arm out to pull her in closer. "I presume I excelled, as usual," he murmured, shutting his eyes again.
"It wasn't you," Amy answered.
"What?" He was completely awake now. "Was it Thor? I always knew he was trouble."
"No, it wasn't Thor." Amy smiled. "But it wasn't me, either, not really. I had the strangest dream. It was me, but my name was Amelia; and it was you, but you were a time traveling physicist. I was a virgin, and you were experienced. I dreamt it was our first time together, that you were sharing your sexual knowledge with me."
Sheldon's eyebrows raised. "Again, was I any good? Did I use my knowledge for the betterment of womankind?"
Amy chuckled. "Maybe."
"Mmmmm." He closed his eyes with a satisfied sound.
Amy snuggled in closer to him, his arm still slung around her shoulders, and took a deep breath of him. She looked at his profile, his eyes closed, in the darkness of midnight. What a strange dream it had been. There was no denying it had been thrilling, both physically and emotionally. It was the beginning of something, and here she was, snuggled warmly in the middle of something else. Her adventure had been different than that other-self; she and Sheldon had learned everything together, but it was no less of an adventure.
"Sheldon?" she whispered.
"Hmmmm?" he opened his eyes.
"I love you. I wouldn't trade you, this, everything we've had together for all the adventures in the world."
"I love you, too." This time it was not a sleep mumble, it was hot breath in her ear. "Tell me all about it. The dream. I want to know every minute detail. And visual aids are essential to a thorough understanding."
"Sheldon Cooper!" Amy giggled, enjoying the feel of his hand running along her rib cage as he rolled toward her. "Are you trying to get into my time machine for a second time tonight?"
"It must be a time warp. Oh, Amelia, let's repeat history!" he said just before he silenced her laugh with a deep kiss.
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