I almost thought I would not be able to post this week. First, my colleague got sick, so I had to take over her lessons, and then, since the concert is approaching fast, my brother decided to hold more practices, including on this weekend. I am also slowly beginning to get nervous, because I have quite a few soli to play, and I am not used to that anymore, so I am practicing at home as much as I can. And then, a few weeks back, we adopted two kittens, only ten weeks old. They are so cute, but also extremely cuddly and, since I am the one feeding them, very attached to me. Just so you can picture the situation... as I am writing this, one of them is sleeping on my chest while the other is sitting next to my laptop, trying to catch my fingers that are flying over the keyboard. They also love stepping on the keyboard and erasing paragraphs of what I am writing so… I guess by adopting them, I entered the hard mode of writing fanfiction, but well... it's hard to be mad at them.
I don't know if I will get to post next weekend. And if I will, then it will be on Sunday, because on Saturday, at the time I usually post, I will be sitting in the concert hall, trying my best not to screw up my brother's concert.
On another note, E-Mail notifications are starting to work again, apparently. I am very happy about it, and I hope this means, this site will run smoothly again soon.
As you might notice, there is no flashback in this chapter. There also is no other POV than Amy's, so the Raj/Missy storyline will have to wait for next week. I just wanted the whole focus for this one to be on the wedding night.
So, now to this chapter. I have to admit, I had an incredibly hard time writing it, which I did not expect at all. After all, it's a wedding night. Nothing but shameless indulgment in lots of fluff. How hard can it be? Well, it turns out, harder than I thought, maybe due to the fact I couldn't really focus on writing this week. I had so many drafts, some of them a lot smuttier than the final result. But in the end, I decided, a wedding night, to Sheldon and Amy, would be about much more than just the consummation of their marriage. So, while – of course and as promised – this chapter is very much M-rated, there will also be other forms of intimacy. I hope you are happy with the result.
Enjoy (I hope)!
I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is all right with me
'Cause you make me feel so brand new
And I want to spend my life with you
Balancing Heaven And Earth
Chapter 25 – "Let's stay together"
Amy's POV
Amy couldn't stop giggling. It was all so perfect, it was almost surreal.
She was giggling, when Sheldon swung the door open. And also, when he lifted her over the threshold.
She giggled, when his long legs took one big step after the other, carrying her into their living room.
And even when he put her down on the floor.
But then, their gazes met… He held her hands in his, caressing her fingers and when she saw the look in his eyes, ablaze with love, burning right through her, she did not feel like giggling anymore.
There were so many emotions visible on his face. The same emotions she felt herself.
There was the most obvious one of course. Happiness. No, more than that. Elation. Enthusiasm. More than she had ever known to be possible in her entire life.
Eagerness. Because oh, they had waited so long for this moment to finally arrive.
Most of all, there was love. She felt so much love for this man. This mans who had changed her whole world in such a profound way.
And – of course that was to be expected given the nature of this special night – there was lust. She felt arousal coursing through her veins that made her almost shiver in anticipation.
But – as she was staring at her man, pondering all the possibilities of how this night could play out – she also felt something unexpected. Something strange that she could not quite place right now.
Her pulse was going fast. Her fingers were trembling, and jolts of electricity were running down her spine. Although they hadn't even started yet, she was breathing heavily.
Sheldon squeezed her hands, running his thumb over the ring on her finger, which, she noticed, he had done quite a few times already that day. A new emotion appeared in his eyes. Might she say, he almost looked a little amused.
"You seem nervous.", he noticed.
Nervousness. Of course. That was it. How could he identify it before she could?
"Uhm… maybe a little.", she admitted sheepishly.
"I don't understand. Why would you be nervous? We've done this before.", he wondered.
"We have. But never as husband and wife.", she breathed out.
He chuckled and shook her head at her with a big grin on his face.
"You are adorable.", he told her, before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly on the cheek.
Adorable. One way to put it. Although she had to admit, she felt a bit stupid.
She buried her face in his strong chest and he enveloped her waist, rubbing her back soothingly.
And then, she felt herself being walked back until her legs hit the familiar couch.
"I'll be right back.", he mumbled into her ear. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable."
She did as she was told, trying to calm herself down. Chastising herself. This was her wedding night for Christ's sake. And here she was ruining it.
'This is unacceptable, Fowler.', she whispered to herself. 'Pull yourself together. This is what is supposed to be the most spectacular night of your life. You have been waiting for it for so long. You haven't touched your man in two long weeks. So, when Sheldon returns from the bathroom, you will stop this nonsense and do what you've been craving to do."
She smiled as she pondered the possibilities of what could happen once Sheldon returned.
Maybe he would just rip down the clothes from her body and then ravish her right there on the carpet in front of the couch, like an animal in heat.
Or maybe he would slowly remove her clothes and then gently touch her all over before making love to her tenderly.
Or – oh – maybe he would let her take the lead. She was already looking forward to pleasuring him. Maybe she would get to make him crazy and enjoy the way she affected him.
Oh, she wanted to hear him moan. She wanted him to beg for her touch. She wanted him to make uncoherent sounds while she pleasured him.
Her cheeks heat up and a delicious feeling spread out in her body.
But, to her surprise, the next thing she heard was the tea kettle whistling in the kitchen. So, maybe Sheldon hadn't gone to the bathroom after all?
She turned her head, and seconds later, there he was again. Carrying a tray with two mugs and a box filled with cookies.
"Sheldon, what's that?", she asked as he sat down next to her. "You made tea?"
"Of course, I made tea.", he said, rolling his eyes gently.
"But… why?"
She felt stupid, asking this, even more than before. Especially once she heard his answer.
"This is what we do.", he stated simply. "At the end of the day, we take a walk together and then we have tea. It's our thing. Now, we already walked enough today. So, I thought, we could just move on to the tea-part of the evening."
"B… but…", she stuttered. "It's our wedding night. I have no idea why I was nervous before. But… you don't have to…"
"I am not just doing this, because you seemed nervous before, Amy.", he told her and handed her one of the mugs. "It's true. It is our wedding night. I have been craving this night for a while."
"So have I.", he mumbled, still not sure what to make of this situation.
"I have been craving you so much Amy.", he said softly. "But I don't just mean the lovemaking. I have been craving this. Lately, with the wedding approaching, we hardly had time to do all the things we love doing together. Like… sitting here on the couch, talking about our day while having tea. So, I thought… why not start with this? And then let everything else happen naturally. As we always do."
"But why the cookies?.", she asked, grinning at him. "With the amount of cake, you've just had, you cannot have been craving them."
"You know I have a sweet tooth.", he defended himself and took a large bite of one of the double stuffed Oreos. "Here, have one."
She took the offered treat and closed her eyes as she tasted the sweetness it.
And then she grinned as she realized that none of their friends would ever guess that this was what they were doing right now. It almost felt naughty, doing something so… chaste and familiar. On their wedding night for crying out loud.
"I love this.", she admitted.
"Oreos? Of course, you do.", Sheldon nodded.
"No, I mean this.", she clarified, pointing at the two of them. "And I agree, we did not have much time for this lately. I missed… just talking to you about everything. Not just wedding stuff."
"Mhmm.", he agreed, stuffing another cookie into his mouth.
She stretched out her legs and sighed, as she finally allowed herself to remove the white stilettos from her feet.
"Those look really uncomfortable.", Sheldon remarked as he watched her.
"Yes. But that is part of being a bride.", she answered, wiggling her toes, trying to relax her feet. "You know, to make the bottom and breasts look more prominent."
Sheldon let his gaze roam over her body for a second, and then looked back into her eyes. Amy could swear, his cheeks appeared to be a little pinker than before.
He licked his lip and took one more sip from his tea before putting the mug down on the coffee table.
"Put your feet here.", he told her and patted on his lap.
She did not react instantly, the request seemed so foreign, so he patted on his lap again.
Hesitantly, she moved a little on the couch and lifted her legs up. Sheldon reached out and grasped her feet, resting them on his lap.
Amy moaned, even before he started kneading them gently. His thumb ran over the sole of her feet, tickling her a little, as his fingers massaged away the tenseness.
"That feels… nice.", she said softly. "I did not even notice before, how sore my feet were. Thank you, Sheldon."
"Well, you wore those shoes for me. And your… bottom… did look very prominent, so I guess they served their purpose. It's only fair that I help you deal with the consequences."
She hummed contently and leaned back in her seat as he worked his magic on her. Rubbing her heel, her sole, her toes. He was both gentle and thorough, just like he was in everything he did to her.
She kept her legs on his lap, even when he was done, and as he took back his mug to drink his tea, he kept caressing her feet and calves with one hand, just softly, but enough to make Amy's heart fill with love and appreciation for him.
This was, how she wanted to spend the rest of her life. With these little, intimate moments, full of tenderness.
And so, there they were.
Sheldon and Amy. Dressed in their fine wedding attire.
Sitting on the couch like they had sat together countless of times. The scent of herbal tea filling the room with a cozy atmosphere.
The newlyweds drank their tea in silence, glancing at each other lovingly.
"So, tell me about your day.", Sheldon told her softly after a few minutes. "I mean everything before the ceremony of course."
"It was lovely.", she replied, smiling as she thought about it. "It may sound superficial. But I really enjoyed the attention from the girls this morning. I felt… like a princess. They were all so nice. And it was fun, getting ready together."
"You did look like a princess.", Sheldon nodded thoughtfully. "And what about your parents?", he implored. "Did they treat you well?"
"Oh, well, you know my mother.", she told him and rolled her eyes gently. "She might never be happy with my choices. But… it wasn't that bad. Not by her standards. Actually, I was surprised by how she behaved right before the ceremony. And also… oh…"
Amy sat up straight. She had completely forgotten about her parents' generous offer.
"Sheldon, my parents told me something. Something that affects you as well. It's… something we should discuss. Maybe not today but… soon."
"Well, if it's important, then let's discuss it now.", he suggested, taking another sip from his tea. "We're not in a rush."
Amy nodded. She did want to get this off her chest now. So, she began to explain everything to Sheldon.
How her father had been saving for her ever since she was born. How it was supposed to be for her education but then she never needed it. How her parents had offered the money to her as a wedding gift. To buy a house.
Sheldon listened to her with furrowed eyebrows, brushing his fingers against her lower leg, from her knee to her toes and back again, as she spoke.
"Well, that is generous. But…", he started carefully. "Do you want to accept it? Do you really think it would come without any strings?"
"I haven't really had time to think about it.", Amy admitted. "I am not sure. It does feel a little weird to just accept this money. I have not taken anything from my parents in decades. And although my mother has promised to never hold this over me, I am not sure she's capable of sticking to her word. But… Sheldon, it would make everything so much easier. Just think about what kind of freedom this would give us. We are forty. About to start a family. And we have been unsuccessfully looking for a suitable house in our price range for months now."
"I know.", he agreed. "It really would make everything so much easier. I'm just worried we might end up regretting this."
"I am worried too.", Amy said. "But… my father did save all this money with the sole purpose of giving it to me. So, I think we should at least consider it. If you are comfortable with it."
"Well…", he shrugged. "I have been thinking lately. The only way we could comfortably afford a down-payment for a suitable house in the San Gabriel Valley would be if we sold this one."
Amy gasped. "But… you would never."
Selling Connie's house was unthinkable. Even if they would not be living here, she had always taken comfort in the fact that it would still be here. Waiting for them, in case they would ever return.
"I don't think I could.", Sheldon said, a pained expression on his face. "So, I think… all things considered… maybe we should talk to your parents about accepting their offer."
"There will be expectations.", Amy stated. "No matter what my mother says now. She will expect to be involved in our lives. And in our future children's lives."
"Well, we will have to talk about all these expectations. And about ours too. We will have to set ground rules."
"You mean like a contract?", she asked teasingly, noticing how Sheldon's eyes lit up.
"Oh, I mean… I guess I could draw up something.", he said sheepishly.
She could see the wheels in his head beginning to turn and she couldn't help but think, he looked incredibly sexy, with the way his brain worked.
"I don't know if my mother would be happy though.", Amy said, biting her lips. "Signing a piece of paper that tells her how to behave."
"It wouldn't just be for her though.", Sheldon protested. "It would be for all of us. I always found it beneficial to know what is expected of me in certain situations. And I have never been a son-in-law."
"So… what you are saying is, we should sit down with my parents and lay down all our expectations. And then find an agreement on it and put it in writing.", Amy said, tapping her finger against her chin. "You know, I think this could work."
"Of course.", Sheldon nodded. "My agreements always work out."
Amy grinned at him before she continued.
"You know, if we do accept the money… we could even make an offer for that beautiful house in Sierra Madre. Remember? The one with the little attic-apartment. We talked about…"
"About offering it to Missy for a while.", Sheldon finished her sentence. "At least until she can find something for herself. Are you sure you want that though? We already had a roommate once…"
"It would be different.", Amy pointed out. "Missy would have her own small kitchen. Our bedrooms would be far apart. We would have privacy. Plus, you know how much easier it would be for her, if she could focus on finding a job now without worrying about her living arrangements. And we could help with the kids for the time being."
"And once she moves out, we would have a place for our friends for the choir to stay when they visit.", Sheldon said with excitement in his voice. "Or you know, when our children grow up, maybe they want to stay there while attending college."
"Also, maybe one day, when your mother gets older and can't live here by herself anymore, she could move in."
Sheldon put down his mug again and tugged at her legs that were still resting on top of him. She scooted closer to him, and he pulled her onto his lap. Then he kissed her cheek softly.
"Alright.", he said. "Let's make an appointment to look at it again after our honeymoon."
She smiled at him fondly. "Alright."
She could picture it in her mind.
Apart from having a few more rooms, the house had a similar floor plan as Connie's house. With a front porch where she already planned on putting a little bench onto. She would enjoy exploring the surroundings with Sheldon. Taking walks together there. Sometimes only with him, and maybe at times with Missy and the children.
It was comforting, the prospect of maybe having a part of Medford there at their new home. Provided everything would work out and Missy would accept.
She leaned her face against Sheldon's shoulder.
"Your turn.", she said and lay her head on his shoulder. "How was your day with the guys?"
"It was fine.", Sheldon shrugged. "Apart from the fact we were getting ready for our wedding, it was almost like any other day with them. Although…"
He bit his lip and Amy looked at him expectantly.
"Although?"
"Raj told me something… concerning."
"Concerning?"
"He…", Sheldon sighed. "He told me that… he…", he paused, and took a deep breath. "he… likes… my sister."
Amy couldn't hold back a squeal.
"He does? Oh my God. That's perfect. Oh, I am so excited."
Another picture formed in her head. Of the four of them. Double dating. Board game nights. And maybe… a wedding down the road. A happily ever after for her best friend.
But her smile froze as she saw the look on Sheldon's face.
"You are… concerned about this?", she repeated his words from before.
"Amy, we both know what my Missy has been through.", Sheldon pointed out. "I'm worried about her."
"Oh."
She should have expected this. After all, how often had they sat here together, talking about Missy. Worrying about her together.
"But… Rajesh is not Robbie.", she stated. "He's kind and gentle. He would never treat her anything but respectfully."
"You don't know him like I do.", Sheldon disagreed. "I agree, he would not hit her or try to control her but. Raj was… since I have met him, he fell for any woman who would make eye contact with him. He's been jumping from fling to fling. I'm afraid it could be the same with Missy. If she's not careful… she might get really hurt in this."
"Sheldon…", she said and ran her fingers over his cheek lovingly as she looked at him. "Not everyone is like you and me. Most people do not marry the first person they are with. Most people have to kiss quite a few frogs before they find their prince. Cut the man some slack. Remember what you told me. He has been so lonely lately."
"Maybe you are right.", he shrugged. "I know that deep down, he is a good man. Plus, I might be worried about nothing. I mean, we don't even know if Missy likes Raj. After all… he's not exactly her type."
"Oh, but he is.", Amy blurted out, before she could stop herself. Then she put her hand in front of her mouth, more than a little embarrassed for spilling this secret.
"What?", Sheldon exclaimed wide-eyed. "What do you mean, he is?"
"I… I should not have said this.", she mumbled, feeling guilty.
"Has Missy… said anything to you? About Raj?", Sheldon stressed. "Amy, please tell me."
She sighed deeply. "Fine.", she conceded. "The secret is out anyway."
Then, she told Sheldon about the conversation with Missy from this morning.
"Please do not say anything to her.", she asked softly in the end. "I know you do not like keeping secrets. But… it cannot have been easy for her to share this with me. She won't want this out in the open yet."
"I'll try my best.", Sheldon promised. "And now that you told me this secret… I guess I should let you in on another one."
Amy grinned at him.
"Is it a juicy one?", she asked cheekily.
"Maybe a little.", he said and winked at her. "But it might change the way you think about Raj and Missy."
"Oh?", she asked. "Why? Does either of them have a dark secret I don't know about?"
"Well…", Sheldon started, seemingly pondering his next words. "What would you say, if I told you, Raj had a crush on another woman not too long ago? One that was… in a relationship? Engaged even?"
"That is juicy.", she exclaimed and turned to Sheldon fully. "Did he meet her at the planetarium? Did he know she was engaged? Did anything happen between them?"
Even though she knew she should not care about gossip, she could feel herself get excited about this scoop.
"No, he did not meet her at the planetarium, although he did take her there once.", he started, giving her a poignant look. Yes, he knew she was engaged. And good Lord, no there was never anything between them. I would have to kill him. I almost did there for a second when he told me last night."
That was a strange remark.
"Why would you have to kill him?", she wondered. "Do you know that woman? Or her fiancée?"
"Husband.", he corrected her. "And yes, I know her. I cannot blame him for falling for her. Because she is not only the kindest person, I have ever met but also the most beautiful bride there ever was."
Their gazes locked. His eyes seemed to burn right through her, and Amy's mouth fell open.
There was only one person in the world, Sheldon would talk about like this.
"You mean…", she started slowly. "Are you serious? Rajesh…"
"He had a huge crush on you.", Sheldon confirmed. "Apparently ever since you two went to his planetarium show together."
"He… he…", Amy stuttered, unable to stop herself from blushing profusely. "I can't believe it. Oh my…"
"You seem happy about this.", Sheldon said, eyeing her closely, gauging her reaction. "Should I be worried?"
"Of course not", she assured him. "You know full well, I could never be with anyone but you. It's just… no one ever had a crush on me. And all this time I thought he was acting weird around me, because he hated me. This explanation is just much more… flattering."
She tried to wrap her head around this new information. Rajesh… had not found her weird or annoying. He had not hated her at all. Quite the opposite. He had succumbed to her charm and kept his distance, because he was embarrassed. Finally, all the missing puzzle pieces fell into place.
"I understand.", Sheldon said and smiled at her softly. "But you are wrong. Someone did have a crush before you long before Raj did. I might not have understood it then but I was crushing on you since the day we met. You must know that."
"Well…", she shrugged. "I guess we are even. Because I was crushing on you since long before we met."
"Of course you were.", he grinned and pointed at his face. "I mean look at me."
She chuckled and took his face in both her hands. "You're right. How could I not fall for the most attractive, brilliant man in the whole world?"
She kissed his lips softly and then moaned lightly, when he returned the kiss. Their lips moved over each other gently and Sheldon's hands moved to her shoulder, caressing the pearls that were sewn into the silky fabric of her dress.
"Have I told you how much I love your dress?", he whispered softly. "It suits you. You are so beautiful, Amy."
She felt herself blush deeply.
"And you are incredibly handsome.", she replied, playing with his bow-tie. "The perfect groom. I will never forget how you looked when I was walking towards you."
He kissed her again, softly.
"It's a shame though.", she stated then. "After tonight, I will never be a bride again, and you will never be a groom again."
"That's true.", he nodded. "But we will be husband and wife. And for what it's worth… you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. And with my eidetic memory, I will have this image of you for the rest of my life."
"R… really?", she croaked.
He nodded.
"I mean it. You are always beautiful, Amy, but today… you took my breath away in a way that I didn't even know was possible."
"Sheldon…", she answered, her voice full of emotion. Only now did she realized how much she had craved to hear those exact words.
"You really are the whole package.", he continued. "You stimulate my brain like no one ever did. You make me laugh so much. You support my hopes and dreams. You get me. And the way you look tonight… I have no idea how I got so lucky."
Amy felt her cheeks heat up.
"I have to admit…", she breathed out. "No matter how proud I am of my brain and how much I want you to love me for my personality… I revel in the fact that you, my husband, see me like this. That I affect you, not just with my brain but with my body to. And that you find me beautiful."
"Of course I do.", he whispered and leaned in again.
Their lips met and Amy knew, they were done talking now. They were done drinking tea and eating cookies. And they were ready to start the next part of this night. Not because it was what they were supposed to be doing. But because they needed to feel each other.
"Oh, Sheldon.", she croaked, brushing her fingers over his jacket before holding the lapels of his shirts and pulling his face close. "I love you so much."
New sounds filled the air.
Lips, meeting and retreating. Over and over again. Soft hums and low moans.
Their mouths were moving over each other exploringly, while Sheldon was playing with the soft curls of her hair before brushing his fingers down her neck.
She let her tongue slide over his lips, eliciting a low groan from him as he met her eagerly. He tasted delicious. Of chocolate cookies and tea and buttercream frosting and she could have kept kissing him forever.
"Straddle me.", he whispered in her ear between kisses.
"What?", she asked.
"You heard me.", he repeated, tugging at her gently. "Straddle me."
It was not a plea. It was a command. And it was strangely enticing.
Already, he was bunching up her dress over her hip and removing her pantyhose from her legs.
Arousal accumulating inside of her, Amy followed Sheldon's order and shifted on top of him until she was facing him.
The situation felt oddly familiar.
"This feels…", she panted in between kisses. "Almost like our first time."
"Mhmm….", he hummed in agreement.
Their lips met again, their tongues dancing the familiar dance between their open lips.
Sheldon's hands moved to her front, caressing her belly over her dress, before moving to her breasts, cupping them gently.
He was moving determinedly. With a confidence, that made Amy's knees feel like jelly.
She could only watch as Sheldon removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
She eyed him curiously.
He brushed his lips against hers once more.
"We are not going to make love here on this couch again.", he said firmly. "It took me hours to deep clean it last time."
She giggled. "Well then… do you want to go to the bedroom?"
"Not yet.", he stated simply, his hands moving to her panties, tugging at them until she helped him remove them.
"So… what is your plan, Dr. Cooper?", she asked sultry.
"We will not be making love… but… I have this image in my head. Something I absolutely need to see happening tonight. And I think… you will be very pleased to play along."
"I… image?", she croaked. "What image?"
Whatever he had in mind, it sounded promising.
"Of you. Wearing this beautiful dress. Sitting on top of me, like on the night when we made love for the first time. Screaming my name while falling apart."
Amy blushed even more deeply now. Who was this man? And since when was he so determined?
"Sheldon…"
"Please.", he all but begged. "I want to touch you, Amy. Before we retreat to the bedroom to consummate our marriage. I want to touch my beautiful wife, right here where we made love for the first time over a year ago. I want to make you crazy. I want you to come undone on my fingers. I want to hear your passion, knowing I am the only one who will ever get to experience you like this. Please. Let me."
How could she deny him? She was almost coming already, just by the sound of his words.
"Permission granted.", she said, biting her lips, her body already screaming for him.
He pulled her close again, kissing her deeply, before his hand found it's way under her gown. She could feel his warm touch on her legs, feeling her skin.
He kissed her neck, before his hand moved to her core, and she mewled.
"Amy…", he groaned deeply, as he felt her arousal. "Oh, God, I love how responsive you are to my touch. How aroused you are. By me."
"Yes…", she moaned as he carefully pushed two fingers inside her. It had been far too long since she had felt his touch. "By you… Only by you."
"Only by me.", he repeated lowly. "Forever."
He kissed her again deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, mimicking the movements of his fingers inside of her. She moved her hips in time with his fingers and although there was hardly any blood left in her brain, she couldn't help but think back to the time when they had made love for the first time. How nervous she had been then. And a little scared too.
But she was not scared today. Not nervous or anxious or unsure. She felt safe and free and so overjoyed by the way she could let herself go in Sheldon's presence. Rubbing against his hand shamelessly to take her pleasure. Because she knew, it was what he wanted. To see her lose control like this.
Sheldon moved his hand a little, so he could use his thumb to stimulate her in all the right places while he moved inside her.
God, he had gotten so good at this. He knew exactly what she needed. How to touch her. She was seeing stars already.
"Oh…", she moaned into his open mouth. The stimulation was insane. And it was amplified by the fact that they were doing this here. On their wedding night.
"Look at me.", he demanded suddenly, sending a thrill down her spine.
She lifted her head from his shoulders, trying her best to keep her eyes open. His blue eyes were burning right through her with passion.
"Yes.", he hissed as their eyes met. "That's it. You look… stunning. Oh, my Amy."
That was it. She had been so high-strung before. It would not have taken much for her to fall apart. But his words sent her over the edge almost instantly. She held on to his shoulders and threw her head back, barely able to hold herself up anymore, as he kept skillfully pleasuring her with his fingers.
She couldn't believe the intensity of her climax. She was hit by wave after wave of intense pleasure that made her ears ring and her toes curl.
"Sheldon…", she almost sobbed as she remembered his earlier request, forcing herself to keep looking at him. "Oh… Sheldon."
She fell against his chest then, panting heavily.
He removed her fingers from her and cupped her behind, while pressing soft kisses on her neck.
"I just love seeing you like this.", he breathed out.
She barely heard his voice, distracted by the way her whole body was still tingling as she tried to come back down from her incredible high.
"Hmm… I love you too.", she mumbled into his chest. "And I love everything you do to me. Always."
He cupped her face and their lips found each other again, kissing softly and without any haste.
Slowly, she began unbuttoning his dress shirt and he groaned, as she touched his strong check while moving her lips to his neck and suckling on the sensitive skin there.
It was his turn to moan now, and she enjoyed immensely how she was able to affect him.
He stopped her though and kissed her again, softly.
"Let's move this to the bedroom now, shall we?", he suggested.
And although it took everything she had, to interrupt what they were doing, she knew, it was a much better plan to continue this in their bed.
So, she got up on wobbly feet, pulling Sheldon with her.
Then she worked on the remaining buttons of his shirt, baring his chest fully.
"God, you look so sexy, dressed like this.", she breathed out. He grinned widely in response.
"Really?", he asked.
"You always look sexy.", she clarified. "But right now… I could just rip your clothes from your body and devour you whole."
She kissed his chest, letting him feel how true her words were. He breathed out heavily as she nibbled on his skin, scraping her teeth over his right nipple.
He started working on the hooks on the back of her dress, his fingers seemed to be trembling.
"Amy…", he said, his voice sounding strained. He seemed to be losing control already. "Amy, you cannot rip my clothes off my body. We need to fold them."
She stopped momentarily.
She could have brushed him off, but she knew how his brain worked. He really did need to fold his clothes, or he would not be able to enjoy this. And she really, desperately needed him to enjoy everything they did tonight.
"Then let's go to the bathroom.", she told him, cupping his cheeks and kissing his lips again. "As you said before, we are not in a rush. Let's remove all our clothes and fold them. If you want to, we can even put them into our dress bags before we continue."
"Oh God, you really are the Queen of foreplay.", he groaned and pulled her with him.
He allowed her to undress him first. Something she enjoyed thoroughly. Uncovering piece after piece of him until he was standing in front of her completely naked.
He was fully aroused, his body seemed to be begging for her to touch him, so she allowed herself to do just that. Touching his firm belly at first while kissing him, enjoying the sounds he made. He stopped her before she could touch him fully.
"Your turn.", he breathed out into her ear before he made her turn her back to him.
She watched him through the mirror in front of her as he continued opening one hook after the other, letting his hands brush over her newly revealed skin of her back.
He was working methodically, and she felt her arousal return tenfold as his eyes met hers. Suddenly, she found it difficult to breathe. There was so much passion in his eyes. And even more love.
She stepped out of her dress, now naked too, due to their earlier activities and he stopped her as she tried to turn around again.
"Sheldon…", she whined. "I want to touch you."
"Patience, love.", he told her, letting his arms roam over her body from behind, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "The night is still young. Let's get you ready for bed first."
With that, he brushed his fingers through her hair and then removed the hairclips that were holding the chain of flowers in her hair. Then, he grabbed a hairbrush from the cupboard by the sink.
"May I?", he asked, like the gentleman he was.
She swallowed deeply, tears assembling in her eyes at this loving gesture.
"S… sure.", she replied.
He was careful. Touching her delicately. His fingers caressing her hair before they skillfully glided through the strands. She closed her eyes for a second, relishing in the sensation. He took his time as he meticulously brushed out each curl. Gradually, they surrendered, until her hair was cascading down her shoulders like a river of silk.
Her lips trembled. Never before had she felt so loved. It made her realize, once again, how meaningful this was. Because in a way, Sheldon was making love to her already. With his words and his touches and the way he took care of her.
"That was... very nice.", she croaked, as she opened her eyes again. He smiled at her through the mirror. She just loved the image she saw there. Both of them naked, Sheldon holding her from behind the brush still in his hand gazing at her lovingly.
Finally, he turned her around again, leaning down to kiss her lips.
"I bought lingerie.", she told him then. "I completely forgot about it. But… I picked it out specifically for our wedding night. You could wait in the bedroom, while I…"
"No.", he said firmly, before she could complete her sentence. "First of all, I don't plan on leaving your side tonight. Not for one second. And even more importantly, I do not want you to put anything on. I want you just like this. As you are."
"Okay.", she said, biting her lower lip.
"You can save it for our honeymoon though.", he said and winked at her.
She grinned. Oh, she couldn't wait. Two whole weeks of just them. Spending time together with no distractions whatsoever.
She was looking forward to it almost as much as to what they were about to do now.
Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him sweetly as she pressed her naked body against his, rubbing against his erection.
"Now will you let me touch you?", she begged. She really wanted to. She wanted to make him feel the way he had made her feel before.
"Soon.", he promised, kissing her back vigorously. "Let's go to the bedroom first."
"Alright.", she murmured. "But fast."
He grinned at her. "I love that you are so impatient."
"And I love you.", she replied and kissed him once more. "Now go. Fast."
He chuckled as he took her hand.
And then finally, after what felt like an eternity, she had her man where she wanted him. Naked in their bed, waiting to make love to her.
She stretched out next to him, caressing his chest.
"I love that you are my husband now.", she whispered. "I love that we are spending this night here. In our home, where we both feel comfortable. And most of all, I love that even tonight, you are still the same person you always are. Kind and gentle. And brilliant. And… oh, so sexy."
With that, she reached for his face again. He kissed eagerly. His tongue was brushing against hers as his hands roamed over her body, making her tremble in anticipation already.
She let her hands wander too. Because as much as she loved it when he touched her, she loved touching him just as much.
She loved his body. His long neck. His smooth chest. His muscular arms. His firm belly and his long legs. She touched him all over, letting him feel how much she loved him. All of him.
At last, he moved her hand to his length.
"God, I love touching you…", she breathed out as she felt him twitch underneath her fingers.
He kissed her hotly and groaned into her open mouth. He did not have to say it, she knew how much he loved it when she did this.
She let her fingers glide from the base to the tip before grasping him firmly. Stroking him slowly, all the while kissing him hotly.
His groans turned into low grunts, and she reveled in the knowledge of how much he was enjoying this. How much he was able to trust her with his body.
Finally, he encircled her wrist with his hands.
"You need to stop now.", he told her, his words not much more than a whimper. "I want to… I need to make love to you."
Her stomach swooped and she swallowed dryly.
"Alright.", she breathed out. "Make love to me. Take me. Claim me. I am yours. Forever."
He growled as he turned them over.
She opened her legs to make room for her. She was half expecting him to take her right away. Thrust into her hard. Seal the union they had formed that day.
But instead, he kissed her tenderly. On her mouth, then on her cheek and on her nose and then on her mouth again.
Her heart swelled in her chest at his tenderness.
"I love you so much.", he told her. "I love you more with each day, and no matter how often we do this… I am always overwhelmed by how much I want you."
"Oh Sheldon.", she murmured, pulling his face down to kiss him. "I feel exactly the same way about you. And I always will."
He shifted on top of her then.
"Are you still sure about this?", he asked then. "Are we ready for… this?"
She knew what he meant. They had talked about it before. But now that the time was near... it was to be expected that he wanted to make sure she still was willing to stick to their agreement.
"I think we are.", she told him. "We have wanted to start a family for a while. And it seems fitting, taking this step on our wedding night. But if you'd rather use protection…"
"No.", he said firmly. "No, you are right. And… I love the fact that… there is no barrier between us anymore. That tonight is the night when we join our bodies fully for the first time."
She nodded enthusiastically and he cupped her face gently, studying her face as he started to push inside her.
It did not feel all too different to her. It was wonderful, like every time he took her. And at the same time, it did feel different. Even more intimate somehow. Not just because they were not using protection. But because they were married now. Bound together forever.
He was moving deliberately slowly. His mouth fell open, and she smiled as he saw his face contort in pure pleasure.
"Ooohhh…", he breathed out.
"Does… it feel different?", she whispered curiously.
"Dear Lord…", he moaned in response.
"Tell me.", she begged, searching his eyes.
"God, Amy… you feel amazing.", he groaned. "So hot… and wet… and… good Lord… I have no words... except that... I love you. I love all of you. And most of all I love being married to you."
She grinned, happy to be able to share this experience with him. As his wife.
Already, he seemed to be throbbing inside of her, and she could see on his face that he was desperately fighting for control over himself as he pushed into her further.
"Wow…", he whimpered then, breathing in slowly. She knew he was trying to keep himself in check.
She reached for his face, kissing him deeply. His whole body was trembling on top of her and her heart burst over with joy.
She was doing this to him. It was her. Only her who was able to make this brilliant man give into his urges and feel pleasure like this.
And the way he felt inside of her. It made her feel wanted. Desired. Complete.
"Yes…", she breathed out as he was fully sheathed inside of her. "Oh yes, Sheldon. You feel so good. I have no words."
"You too.", he breathed out between gritted teeth. "You feel too good. I'm afraid I won't… I need you to… Please, Amy… you have to…"
She understood. Even if he had pleasured her before, he wanted her to come with him. Something she desperately wanted too. Not just for release, but because this was their first time as husband and wife. And she wanted to share this moment with him. This moment of complete, blissful pleasure.
She turned them over, only losing contact for a second, before she sank down on him, taking him in completely at once.
He looked up to her. Full of love and wonder, like he always did when she straddled him like this.
Then she began to move her hips back and forth. Only slowly at first, letting him get used to this new sensation. And herself too, because doing it like this… with her new husband barely able to contain his pleasure… feeling him so deep inside her… oh, it was almost overwhelming.
He lay there, completely still, letting her set the pace, only holding her hips loosely, still staring up at her.
She bent down to kiss him again. Not just because she wanted to, but because she needed to. She needed to feel this full connection to him. To her husband.
Their tongues met between their open mouths. Dangling with each other. Exploringly. Playfully. And so lovingly.
And even if they had done it so often, somehow it still felt like the first time. Which it was in a way. The first time they made love as husband and wife. The first of many, many times.
Slowly, Sheldon seemed to find his ability to move again. He grasped her shoulders, keeping her close, as he kissed her back with vigor.
Then he moved to her front, running his fingers over her clavicles, tickling her softly in the process.
He was teasing her, and she loved it. She loved that he knew exactly what he did to her. And how much she wanted him to really touch her.
She grasped his hands and moved them to her breasts, grinding his hips against him a little faster in the process, just as he pushed up against her.
"Hooo…", she breathed out. This was good. So, so good. She couldn't believe how good it felt, making love to him on this special night. So familiar and yet so new.
"Amy…", he groaned, one of his hands leaving her breast to take a hold of her hip again, urging her to move faster.
She felt herself climb towards release, much faster than she ever had. Maybe it was the fact that she had been waiting for this night for so long. Or maybe it was because Sheldon looked like he was slowly going crazy. Maybe it was the thought that this night could potentially change their lives forever and mark the beginning of their new family. Or maybe it was a combination of all these things.
But whatever the reason, all Amy knew was that she had never known pleasure like this. She had never felt complete like this.
And as she moaned out his name for the second time this night, as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and saw stars burst behind her eyelids… as she felt the little fireworks going off in her mind as well as in her body… all she could think was how lucky she was. How completely in love with this man. And how much she was looking forward to a lifetime of this.
He turned her over again and when he pushed into her again, she wrapped her legs around her hips, pulling him as close as humanly possible.
He brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her again.
"My wife…", he whispered before he started moving against her again. "My beautiful, brilliant, wonderful wife."
Amy couldn't stop the tears from falling from her eyes, and she enveloped his shoulders tightly.
"I love you.", she panted. "Oh, Sheldon."
He moved faster now and buried his face in her neck, his hot breath tickling her ear as he groaned in pleasure.
And then she felt him throb inside of her, his last few pushes hard and fast before he yelped.
It was so intense. Everything. The way his body shook. The incoherent sounds he was making. The way he released himself inside of her.
She kissed his shoulders and his neck. Everything she could reach. Elated by the how connected she felt to him now. How complete their union felt. After this beautiful day culminating in this special night of pleasure.
She couldn't believe it. She was a wife now. Sheldon's wife. In every sense of the word. She was his and he was hers. And it would stay like that for the rest of their lives.
"I love you.", she repeated. Over and over again. "Oh, I love you. So much."
Sheldon lifted himself up by his arms and looked at her. His gaze shone with love and pride and happiness.
"I love you too.", he whispered hoarsely, his eyes full of tears. "Oh, I love you so much. Thank you. For letting me love you like this. And for loving me back the way you do."
They stayed like this for a long time. Holding each other tightly. Kissing softly. Relishing in the profound way they had just merged with each other.
And a little while later, after a shared quick shower, Amy was lying in Sheldon's arms again, both of them naked. She was listening to the steady beat of his heart in his chest, almost asleep already.
His hands were stroking her back, his head nestled into her hair.
There were so many things she could have said to him at the end of this beautiful day. How happy she was to be married to him. Or how perfect this whole day had been. How she was looking forward to the next two weeks with him. Almost as much as to spending the rest of her life with him. But he knew that. He knew all of it. And she did not want to disturb the calmness of this moment by saying something redundant.
So, she just lifted her head and kissed his mouth for the last time that day.
"Good night, husband.", she whispered and smiled at him.
"Good night, wife.", he answered lovingly, and squeezed her to him.
And then she closed her eyes. Enveloped by the warmth of his body and the love they shared, she fell asleep with a grin on her face.
Just like she would be doing for the rest of her life.