Perfect (takes place after One Day)

February 14, 2015

Gentle, slow, gentle, slow . . . but even the words came too fast in his mind. Oh God, oh God, oh God, this is amazing!

Amy made some sort of little sound, something like a gasp but with a hint of groan behind it. He managed to stop, gripping the sheet beside her to keep from collapsing, and look at her, trying to ascertain what that noise meant. Was she in pain? But just being there, not even moving . . . I have to move, I have to move.

She opened her eyes, and even in the dim light from the hallway, he saw something new. An original smile spread out upon her face, slow and beautiful, like dawn breaking over the horizon, like she had just discovered the secret to the universe. I have found my inner hippy and it is apparently inside of Amy.

A whisper, deep and husky. Intense. Potent. Over-powering. "I love you."

It was perfect.

February 15, 2015

Satisfaction. Not even hers, although she felt herself coming down from a high. Instead, the look on his face. He was so satisfied with himself.

Amy bit her lip and smiled shyly. She said softly, hesitantly, "Was I too -"

"Shhhh . . . " he whispered. Sheldon shifted above her, slowly, cautiously in the soft morning light. "You were only too beautiful."

She had to bat her eyelashes to keep the tears from falling. Instead, as he entered her, slower, more gently than the first time, she started to whisper, all those things her heart had been holding secret for years.

August 1, 2016

"Amy?"

He reached over and held her face lightly in his palms. "I don't deserve you."

"Please, Sheldon, you promised you wouldn't keep saying thing like that," Amy said gently.

"No, listen to me. I don't deserve you. Physically. Not tonight. Maybe not for many, many nights to come. But . . . " he looked down "I want to lose myself in you. That's the only place I ever want to be lost. Because, and this makes no sense to me, it's like being lost and discovered at the exact time time. It's like the beginning and the end. Where the light side and the Dark Side meet. It's . . . " he looked up "everything perfect I've ever known."

"Oh, Sheldon," she whispered.

He kissed her, very softly, letting his lips linger on hers.

April 10, 2017

"Sheldon, do you think we should go to bed?" Amy asked.

"It's only eight," he turned, surprised.

"Yes, I know. I just think . . . since Leonard and Penny went to a movie . . . we're alone in the house."

Sheldon swallowed. Yes, they were alone. But - "I'm not sure it's a good idea."

Amy took his hand. "You know I got my staples out today. And that I passed all the memory cognition tests you found on the Internet for me; there are no residual effects from my concussion. And . . . " her voice lowered ". . . my period has been over for two days now."

His heart hammered in his chest. Looking at her beautiful face, the face he thought he'd never see again in the evening light . . . his was the luckiest man alive. And she wanted his baby. And he wanted all of her, even more of her, he wanted her to expand and bifurcate and saturate every last nook and cranny of his life. Sheldon nodded and turned off the television, getting up and following Amy to the guest bedroom.

Once he was there, he stroked her face, running his fingertip over the planes and curves, brushing her eyebrows. He had once done this before, when he thought he didn't even have the courage to let her touch him but he wanted her to know how badly he was trying.

"Are you nervous?" she whispered.

"Amy, I -" his voice broke. "I thought I lost you that night, you know. And now you're here again. Whole again. It's too much."

"Shhh, shhh." Amy pulled him close. He let his head fall to her chest, not really crying, just allowing a tear or two slip out onto her breast. He didn't think he had the courage to be a father, either, but he wanted her to know how badly he would try for her.

He kissed her breast and found his way to the her nipple, reveling in her intake of breath. They didn't speak again, and they made quiet, slow love in guest bed of Leonard and Penny's house. He avoided touching the side of her head, where she still had an angry looking scar. She kept her legs still, careful not to cause any pain to his still very sore ankle.

Right before he climaxed, it crossed his mind this was first time, the very first time, they were making love without anything to stop nature from taking its course. Just a man and woman, deeply in love, finding each other again after a tragedy, hoping to make something new together.

Still there, even with his breath panting, still a part of her, not wanting to ever leave her again, he put his head down on her breast again and allowed more tears to fall. It was too much.

August 8, 2017

The slam of the bedroom door startled her, but not as much as the sight of Sheldon, still in his windbreaker, suddenly on his knees, his face pressed against her stomach, his fingers a working the bottom button on her cardigan.

"Sheldon?" But her body was already responding. Stop it! What if this isn't sexual at all?

"Let me see it. I've been thinking about it all day," he replied. Already, her cardigan was unbuttoned up to her bra, and her blouse was not far behind. There wasn't even time for the air to hit her exposed stomach before Sheldon's lips were upon it.

"See, it's still there," she said softly. God, his lips!

"You are so beautiful," Sheldon murmured, now caressing her barely-present baby bump with his cheek. "And, right now, it's like it's our secret, hidden behind your cardigan. The bump, I mean."

"Sheldon," she swallowed. "I don't know if it's hormones or what, but you need to stop that or you'll get me hot and bothered." Her knees already felt weak. "And Leonard and Penny are home."

His thumb was suddenly on the button of her skirt. Then the zipper. Oh, Jesus . . . this was sexual after all. "Sheldon . . . "

Too late, her skirt and her underwear were at her ankles. His blue eyes burned up her brightly, asking. She looked down and nodded. "Oh, God!" Had his finger always felt like that? She braced her hands on the top of his head, his cheek still flush with her stomach even as his fingers were doing acrobatics with other parts of her.

"Sheldon, we've got to move. I can't - be - quiet - like - this -" she could hardly keep her head up. She had never been this close, this fast.

"Let them hear."

And hear they did. Probably on the next block. Not once but twice. Even with Sheldon's other strong arm wrapped around her hips she could not stay upright. She almost fell over in the time it took him to lower his pants and then she was on him. Wow, the third time really was the charm.

Lying on the guest room floor, looking up the ceiling, both of them still partially dressed, Amy thought she saw stars. Then she heard the distance sound of the oven timer going off.

"I suppose we'd better go eat. There's no way we can deny we're having sex in their house anymore," Sheldon said.

Amy rolled away from him, laughing so hard it hurt.

Twenty minutes later . . .

"Oh, lasagna! I'm starving," Amy cheered sitting down. "Being pregnant is hard work."

"Me, too!" Sheldon grabbed the spatula to serve her. "Having a pregnant wife is hard work."

Only then did Amy notice Leonard and Penny staring at them, their arms crossed, their plates still pristine in front of them. "Aren't you guys eating?"

August 29, 2017

Oh, Mary and Joseph. Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, God. No, it was even bigger than that. "Oh, Sheldon!"

She thought when she opened her eyes he would be there, but she was only met with the sight of guest bedroom ceiling. Amy raised her head and looked down, but her stomach was just large enough now she could only made out the top of his dark hair. What was he doing down there still?

Opening her mouth to ask, she felt the touch of his tongue again. "OH, SHELDON COOPER!"

Her head fell back in exquisite pleasure.

November 1, 2017

Majestic. Her arms reached back, beside his ears. Her head tilted back, too, as she licked her pink lips. He could look down, over her shoulder, see her fuller breasts, that growing stomach . . . It wasn't weird or creepy at all, which he had been afraid it would be. The entire sight was the text book definition of erotic. Why was it no one ever told him that? The sight of a pregnant woman, that was nothing special. The sight of your naked pregnant wife as she sat in front of you while you brought her to climax? Glorious.

April 9, 2018

"Shhh," he put his finger to her lips. "No talking. Just relax."

Leaning down again, he started at her chin, kissing it softly on the underside. She didn't have a double chin, not really, but she had been worried about that, when she saw one of the photographs from the baby shower. He traced his tongue down to her huge breasts, running it along the sides, the angry red marks of stretch marks, even there. Her nipples and aureole, darker and larger now; just a gentle kiss there, briefly, still uncertain how exactly to handle them now that they had a greater purpose. He buried his face in her stomach, fuller, rounder, softer, and, yes, flabbier. Pushing gently with his mouth, kissing each extra pound, running his tongue along the stretch marks here. Down the sides of her hips, even wider than before. Stretch marks there, too; how her body had suffered for their joy! Soft kisses along her inner thigh, where some of her capillaries were closer to the surface now.

Silently willing her not to speak, not to ask, he reached over for the bottle of lubricant. Too embarrassed to meet her eyes that he felt watching him intently, he paused, indecisive for just a moment. Where, exactly, should he put it? He took a deep breath and squirted some on his fingers, rubbing them slightly, his mind automatically analyzing the strange feeling. There was still the fear she would ask about the lubricant; not that it was secret, of course - he'd left the bottle conspicuously on his night stand, after all - but he didn't want to ruin the moment bringing up his doubts and certainly not Howard's name. But she didn't ask; perhaps it had been embarrassing for her, too.

He gently put his fingers where she liked them, and Amy moaned in response. That was a good sign. He stretched out next to her, so he could kiss her face.

"Is this good?" he whispered.

"Yes." She took a deep breath. "Thank you."

He smiled softly and carefully studied her again, learning each of her responses as though it was first time once more, making it last as long as he could for her. If she shifted, he followed her, letting her lead him where she wanted. Twice the barely touched the top of his hand, and he pressed hard in that exact spot. As she climaxed, he leaned closer to kiss her cheek and whispered, "You are so beautiful."

January 31, 2021 (present day)

It felt like a cliché, the man waiting in bed, nude, for his bride to come to him in lingerie, pretending to be surprised, as though she had spun the lacy concoction herself during the inordinate about of time she spent in the bathroom "slipping into something more comfortable." Sheldon was not a woman (obviously! look at me!), but he never thought all those straps and seams and missing sections of fabric looked comfortable.

A real man thought about his woman's comfort, and bought her a jersey nightdress that the could wear on a regular basis. A real man also received the delivery confirmation email and noticed her bag bulging on the way home from work, so he couldn't really be surprised by its sudden appearance in the bedroom. However, the overstuffed purse on the way home and lack of comment from Amy meant that she hoped to surprise him. He'd play along, if for no other reason than she wanted it that way. And Book Club had gotten weird for a bit, and he knew she was having a wonderful day and he didn't want to ruin it.

"Who wants a surprise?" Amy asked, peeking just her head around the corner from the bathroom, her glasses already off, her green eyes flashing.

"Um, I do?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "You know, then, don't you?"

"But I haven't seen it on you. And that's all that matters!"

A small smile. "Good save. Are you ready?"

"I've been ready for five to seven business days."

Laughing, Amy stepped over to the side of the bed bed, one hand on her hip, an extra sashay to her walk. Sheldon made a small sound of appreciation. Sunflowers, the TARDIS, mid-thigh, a deep V in the front . . . worth the wait.

"Shall I twirl to give you the full effect?" Amy asked.

His mouth suddenly dry in anticipation, he just made the twirling sign with his hand. The skirt would flare and rise up, and he'd catch a teasing glance of her wonderful backside and her - "You're wearing underwear!"

"I believe that Miss Smarty Pants was promised a later, so here Miss Smarty Pants is, complete with all types of pants," Amy smirked. Then she ducked over and lifted the bottom of her new nightdress up, mooning him with her pale blue underwear.

Pale blue, black trim, and some sort of gold ric rac flashed before Sheldon's eyes. "Amy, are you wearing . . . Star Trek underwear? Original series science officer to be precise?"

She turned back around. "I bought them the year I dressed as Nurse Chapel for Halloween. To be thorough. And precise."

"Mmmmm, I like thorough. And precise. But," Sheldon raised an eyebrow, "are you purposely mixing your fandoms? I would have thought Miss Smarty Pants knew better."

"Oh, Dr. Cooper," Amy cooed, pulling the front of her gown just enough to let him peak at a hint of blue again, "Miss Smarty Pants has been a bad, bad girl. I think she may need -" she dropped her voice to a horse whisper "- spanked."

"Dr. Cooper concurs." He threw off the covers and patted his lap.

Amy squealed and launched herself on the bed toward him.

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