The Birthday Aftermath

I have seen plenty of fanfics about Shamy's first time, but in the back of my mind I have always wanted to see the continuation. There are some really fascinating works on this, of course. None of them, however, satisfied me fully. So, here I am. Sincerely hope you understood the "Marry on a cross" song reference.

This story is definitely not a one-shot, I want it to be 3 to 4 chapters.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, not even the second one. Therefore, it is possible that I've made some mistakes. I'd really appreciate that if you pointed them out in the comments. It was in my drafts for five months, but now I just decided to post it.

Rated M for a reason. The descriptions of the juicy may be quite explicit.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Marry on a cross

The light from the window was slowly filling the room, leaving the night behind. For the world that morning was no different from any other. But for her, oh it was. Being an adult virgin, she had always been wondering how her first intercourse would be. She would constantly imagine it during the stress-relief sessions. Of course, she was smart enough not to expect it to be as good as it was portrayed in the romance books and fan fiction she read. She knew she would get disappointed eventually had she ever anticipated to even get orgasm during her first sex, considering that her boyfriend was germophobic and inexperienced. She still wanted to do it with him, though. She wanted to make love to him, to give all of herself to him, to let him claim her his. It was all she had ever desired.

Fortunately, oh fuck, last night had proven her wrong. Every touch, every move, every strike inside her brought her to the cloud seventh. He did excel at everything, that's for sure. She had confirmed to herself once again that she loved him so, so much. And now she sincerely believed he did, too. The soreness of her mouth and light pain between her legs reminded her of the last night activities. At that moment she woke up fully to find herself snuggled to her boyfriend's chest. She didn't want to get up. Her only desire was to engrave this moment in her memory.

"Woke up, didn't we, little lady?" She gasped at the sudden sensation of the whisper in her ear.

"Mmmm…" She murmured playfully and pulled herself closer to him, pressing her body against his. The soft fabric of his pajamas felt like home. So warm, so familiar.

"We don't have all day, you vixen," he said as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and started getting off the bed. He reached the floor with his feet and towered to his normal height. She could only stare at his back moving farther and farther away from her. He made a couple of quick steps heading to the bathroom until he heard a familiar voice.

"Sheldooonnn…" she sounded almost desperate. His actions felt like a rejection. Even after that magnificent night, he wouldn't stay with her. He was so close and so far, so hot and so cold at the same time. The wave of dismissive thoughts went through her sleepy head. Perhaps he didn't enjoy it? Or was dissatisfied with her body? What if he was disappointed in her?

Amy had always struggled with her self-perception. She would constantly be uncomfortable with her body and appearance, hiding herself under layers and layers of clothes. Last night did make her feel special, but apparently it wasn't enough to cure her many-year-going-on hatred towards herself. Sheldon would have to elaborate on it more.

Even though she had never felt as loved as she had this night, as taken care of and appreciated – it was still quite hard to deal with the self-dismissive thoughts. Maybe he finally realized she wasn't good enough for him. With his body, appearance and intelligence he could approach a woman way prettier than her. She told him she was the best girlfriend he was ever going to have. In a way it was true, she doubted anybody would love him as much as she does, and deal with his quirks and disorders. Yet she wondered if he could trade this for a better-looking woman. Oh, fuck, she overthinks it all over again.

Sheldon turned around and noticed the sudden change of her facial expression. Even he could tell she was upset with something.

"Is everything alright? You look somewhat… sad," his voice soft and comforting "I read women can feel pain during or after their first time. I should have prepared you better, I'm so sorry, Amy…"

Amy looked at him with a loving smile on her face. "No, that's not it, Sheldon. You prepared me… perfectly last night," she shifted as she recalled the sensation of his mouth on her lower lips, "I am indeed sore and do feel some pain in the area, but aside from that I'm doing great." She said blushing. Amy thought that the elimination of her virginity will make her bolder and less awkward, but it apparently didn't work that way. Sheldon, however, was as straightforward as always, she couldn't help being amazed by the way he behaved, confident and determined.

Why did she always have to be so insecure? Of course, she knew Sheldon wouldn't have had sex with her if he hadn't wanted to do it. The neurobiologist, however, was still pretty insecure. Something couldn't be fixed with sex, or perhaps it could if there was more of it. Her mind was lost in thoughts, her eyes were supervising the floor not being able to face his as she felt his arms on her shoulders. He pulled her into a hug.

"I'm pretty bad at understanding emotions, little lady. What's wrong?" He told her pulling her closer slightly. He was holding her using one arm, and petting her head with the other. "Really, please tell me, Amy."

As some time passed it became apparent for Sheldon that Amy wasn't going to answer. He took her shoulders in his big arms and pulled her away a bit just enough to stare into her eyes. Amy wanted to escape this awkwardness as soon as possible.

"It's ok, Sheldon, I'm just being silly" her voice was shaky.

"Please, Amy, answer me," he begged.

"I just thought… You regretted about last night… You turned your back on me so quickly… I don't know." She was uncertain if she wanted him to know she felt this way and if she wanted to hear his answer. Yet she couldn't resist her boyfriend's "please".

"You were right, this is silly," he took her hand in his, caressing her fingers "I do only what I want, Amy, and you should know it. I love you. Making you mine didn't change my feelings. If something, it only made me feel something knew with you and get to know you better. I don't want to get into this all hippie-dippie stuff, but you can be sure I have no regrets and never will, because it's you."

She was still processing the "making you mine" line. But it was really comforting, she assumed. Sheldon doesn't lie.

"You know… You certainly aren't going to get rid of me, Dr. Fowler," he whispered in her ear, "Not now, little lady, not ever." Sheldon pulled her into a kiss. It started off soft and comforting, but quickly enough transformed into something passionate. He sucked on her lower lip slightly. She gasped in surprise as he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss entering her mouth with his tongue. They devoured each other's lips, their tongues were dancing, their bodies were shaking with anticipation. His arousal was pressing against her belly. She could tell he was hungry for her. She was, too.

His lips lowered to her neck and started to ravish it. She moaned rather loudly as he sucked on it and bit her sensitive skin clearly intending to leave some hickeys. She didn't want to object on such an ungentlemanary act of his, though.

His hands were traveling all over her body when they reached her breasts giving them a squeeze. His knacky long fingers touched her erect nipples and twisted them. She cried out as he slightly pulled off her.

"We ought to stop now, Amy…" he said, breathing heavily against her neck, "As much as I wish to, we don't have three extra hours before work."

"We don't have to have coitus, Sheldon," Amy said, biting on her lower lip, "There are other ways of satisfying your partner." His eyes widened as he watched her movements. She went down on her knees slowly and got closer to his penis. A smirk formed on her face.

Frankly, she had not expected his member to look like this. Last night it had really taken her by surprise, when she had unzipped his pants and taken off his white briefs. Everything was bigger in Texas, indeed. Not that Amy had had a lot of experience, or any experience at all, however even with all the innocence she had she could tell it was way bigger than average. She felt lucky, yet scared. It's like taking your driver's test on a bus. At that very moment the Bernadette's line had made sense to her. She had wondered if his dick would fit inside her. It had eventually, even though it had taken him so much effort to stretch her sufficiently. Not that she hadn't enjoyed every second of this "preparation".

Now she was looking at his erection closely, noticing every single vein and soft skin fold on it. Her core was pulsing with arousal. She reached his member with her hand and stroked it carefully. Her eyes went up to watch his reaction. She could tell he was shocked, but the fact he didn't do anything to stop her was talking for itself. Amy repeated her movement as she heard him moan quietly, what made her grow bold.

She wanted to taste him so badly, she couldn't resist it. She licked her lips and took a quick look at his darkened blue eyes asking for permission. They met hers and closed. She took a hint. Amy didn't know how to proceed, so she started off by licking its head with her tongue. His moans encouraged her to go further. She tried sucking on its tip slightly.

"Amy… you are such a good girl…" She felt her body reacting to his words. Damn, he was going to be her death one day. She used the flat side of her tongue to lick from the bottom of his cock to the tip, then down again. The noises he was making were turning her on. She felt her mouth filling with saliva.

"Don't you do that, littl' lady, or I'm gonna go wild." Sheldon exclaimed apparently not noticing how Texan he sounded. As Amy had already discovered, he got his roots exposed when aroused. She found it stimulating.

"Some women like it when their men go wild, Dr. Cooper." Amy answered teasingly.

"Do you like it?" He asked, biting on his lower lip turning his eyes on hers. She nodded bashfully in response seeing his eyes darkening with desire.

Sheldon cleared his throat and said coyly "You… don't have gag reflex, do you?"

"No, as I told you earlier, I don't." She answered not giving it a second thought when the realization hit her and she saw where he was going with it. Her eyes got wide; her pupils dilated.

He tried really hard to rationalize the thoughts in his read. "Before it goes any further, Amy, I want you to pinch me on my leg or somewhere if you want to stop, okay?"

She looked up at him with the smirk full of lust. "Of course, Sheldon, but I highly doubt I will." Amy was stroking his member again. His irises began to take on a deep blue hue. He gulped in anticipation.

"Very well then," his voice husky, "Now take my dick in your mouth finally and suck on it properly." Amy was stunned by this dirty talk from Sheldon as she felt the heat in her lower belly, "We don't have all day, Dr. Fowler," he said roughly as he located his hands on her bare shoulders.

Deep throat it is. She swallowed hardly watching at his wood in her hand. She had never thought she would engage in such an activity. Nonetheless, his eyes on hers, his fingers on her sensitive skin, his short quick breaths somehow empowered her, gave her the courage she craved. Calling to memory about all the things she had ever read about performing fellatio in fanfiction and scientific researches on the ways of stimulation, Amy decided to spit on Sheldon's dick to lube it up a bit. He watched her with fascination forgetting about the bacteria her saliva contains. It didn't really matter. She took his member in her mouth trying to open it as wide as possible to accommodate him. Her tongue was wandering around his cock as she took more of him. She moaned at the sensation of his shaft deep inside her mouth.

"Oh God, Amy, yes…" Hearing Sheldon drowning in pleasure encouraged her to continue. She wanted to try. With all the determination she had, she started taking his member further in her mouth until it reached her throat. She didn't intend to stop there, but still was somewhat insecure.

"Remember to breath with your nose, little lady," he said suddenly grabbing her hair with his large bony hands pulling her head closer to his pelvis. Amy moaned as his hard dick entered her throat. She felt wetness flowing down her inner thigh.

Amy couldn't think straight at the moment, everything was really overwhelming. Sheldon's hand on her hair managing her movements, his big cock in her throat, his moans… She raised her hand and squeezed his balls gently. He instantly growled and tightened his grip on her hair causing her light pain in the scalp. It's not like she cared, though. He was bringing her head closer and further away with his hand, what made her soaking wet. She loved it when he's bossy.

"Fuck, you love my cock, you vixen…" Sheldon said almost breathless from his girlfriend's vigorous movements. She kept sucking on his dick enjoying every second of it. Suddenly he grabbed her head and pulled her as close as he could, her nose pressed to his pubis. Amy definitely did not see that coming and started to choke. Her mind went blank, her eyes rolled back, tears ran down her cheeks She was aware of her fetish for suppression; however, she hadn't thought it would ever become that evident.

As unaware as Sheldon was of emotional clues, after these five years of his studies on Amy Farrah Fowler, he knew she was loving it. In fact, he was, too. Her throat got tighter as she kept chocking on his length. He knew he had to put stop on it, though. "Damn, woman, will you breathe with your nose?" His voice woke her up as she began to ravish the member in her mouth with her soft playful tongue. He kept moving her head increasing the rhythm with each thrust while she was engulfing him like some delicious lollypop.

"I'm close, Amy…" He said still holding her hair. He would have been ready to let it go if she had pinched him. Yet, she hadn't. She heard him cry out her name in ecstasy when hot liquid filled her throat and mouth. The taste was quite… interesting. Kind of salty, bitter and slightly sweet. Surprisingly, she didn't feel disgusted by it. She kept his dick in her mouth milking him up. When he was done, she let it go. Amy then swallowed his semen licking her lips to get the rest. She looked up at Sheldon to find him puzzled. At that moment she realized what she had just done. Before she could even start panicking, his voice reached her ears.

"Had I known you were such a good girl, Amy, you wouldn't have ever had any problems regarding the consumption of protein."

After hearing him say this she felt a new wave of arousal between her legs. Her body was screaming. He liked that too.

"Do you need any help to get up?" He asked, offering his hand that only a few minutes ago was pulling her hair causing her mind to go empty. "I guess so," Amy tried to stand on her legs, but they were like jelly. He giggled a bit, then lifted her with both his hands.

"How come I was the recipient of an oral gratification, but I'm perfectly capable of standing, and you, the provider, are soaking wet to the point of incapability to keep yourself conscious?"

She didn't know how to respond. She loved it. He rocked her world in so many ways. But she couldn't admit it. He would assume she is a pervert or a weirdo.

"I noticed how much you enjoyed it, there's no need to be so timid right now, little lady," he held her with a bright smile on his face that made Amy weak on the knees, "Let's take a shower, shall we?" He gave her a questioning look as she nodded looking somewhat disappointed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes buried deeply in hers.

"I'm just… Painfully aroused right now…"

"I know, milady" he said using his seductive voice as he took a look at the watch on his wrist, the only item of clothing on his body at the moment. "Your fellatio took 22 minutes, so, considering the time we are going to spend in the shower, during breakfast, getting dressed and the current traffic situation, we have… approximately 7 minutes left." He looked at her closely. "Is it a sufficient amount of time for you to reach orgasm?"

She couldn't believe in how quickly her beloved boyfriend returned to being his brilliant annoying self this quickly. She whispered "Let's be proper scientists and make an experiment, shall we?" as he pulled her closer kissing her neck.

That was intense. I apologize for not including the Amy's part in this chapter, I'm sure we will catch up on it. The bj was really hot, I did not want to split your attention just yet. I'm looking forward to seeing your reactions on it!