Rating change to M. Emails still aren't working. I've heard app notifications aren't working for some people- they only work for me when I open the app.
Amy smiled to herself, upon waking up and realizing Sheldon's arms were holding her close to him. She gently rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled in closer, closing her eyes once again. "Amy," came a whisper from the man holding her, "I should get up. I told my mother I'd be at her house by ten. That means I need to request an Uber by nine-fifteen, so I don't have much time to shower and pack."
"I don't want to move. You're my new favorite pillow," mumbled Amy, tightening her arms around Sheldon's midsection as he bent his head and placed a soft kiss on the top of his girlfriend's head.
"Fine, a few more minutes," he relented, squeezing his arms around her as she shifted beside him. He found himself staring into her eyes before Amy planted a brief kiss on his lips before pulling back. "Amy," he whispered before he crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard and with more passion than he'd ever done before.
Her tongue sought entrance; his lips opened without him thinking. Their tongues moved against each other as he rolled Amy onto her back, continuing to kiss her. Hovering over her, he momentarily pulled back, confirming, "Is this okay?"
"More than okay," Amy wrapped her arms around Sheldon's shoulders, pulling him close once again. Rather than return to kissing her mouth, Sheldon shifted his focus and began to kiss her neck, just below her ear. The noises Amy made when he did that sent him into overdrive. Without warning, he felt Amy move her hand from his back and blindly search for his. When she found it, she squeezed it before placing it on her chest.
Sheldon moved on instinct to feel his girlfriend through her nightgown. His fingers brushed against the buttons, and he paused, making eye contact, "May I?" Amy nodded, moving her hands to Sheldon's chest where her fingers lingered on the buttons of his pajama top. He flicked open the three buttons on Amy's nightgown before bringing his hand over Amy's to assist with opening his shirt. Amy pushed the green plaid top from his shoulders, running her hands over his biceps. "Amy," he said, suddenly more hesitant than he'd been since kissing the top of her head.
"Yes?" she noticed he was brushing his fingers on the lace alongside the buttons on her nightgown.
"Ca... uh… can I touch you?" Amy silently guided his hand into the top of her nightgown. He rubbed her nipple between his fingers, whispering "Fascinating," as it hardened under his touch. Amy reached down to grasp the bottom of his undershirt. He removed his hand from her chest only long enough to assist with pulling his undershirt off, exposing his bare chest. Sheldon groaned as she moved a hand across his chest, barely brushing her fingertips against the hairs on his chest. Suddenly, Amy was pushing him away from her and wriggling to get her nightgown off. "Wowza. You're perfect."
Amy blushed at his comment, "Sheldon," she sighed. "Is this okay?" The couple was staring at one another, taking in one another's bare chests. Amy shifted her eyes and could see Sheldon was hard under his pajama bottoms. "Should we stop?"
Shaking his head, Sheldon replied, "Do you want to stop?"
She shook her head as Sheldon crashed into her once again, "I don't want to, either." His hands moved down her sides before reaching the top of her panties. "Can we take these off?" Amy lifted her hips for Sheldon to roll them down her legs.
Her mind was racing at the thought of being naked in bed with Sheldon as he lay on his side next to her. She didn't have much time to think about that before Sheldon's right hand was on her thigh and she opened her legs on instinct. His fingers skimmed over the hair at the apex of her legs. "Amy, may I?" She quickly nodded, gasping as he touched her in just the right spot. Sheldon's thumb moved in small circles over her and his fingers played at her opening before just barely slipping inside. He tested the action, moving his finger back and forth a few times.
Amy's arousal grew exponentially as he found just the right spot. His fingers pushed into her, curled up, and rubbed against her. "Yes, don't stop, just like that," she panted, encouraging Sheldon to continue his actions until she came around his fingers. Her chest heaved while Sheldon removed his fingers, wiping them on the sheet next to himself. "That was amazing, Sheldon."
"I'll be right back," Sheldon rolled away from his girlfriend. Amy watched as he scurried into the bathroom.
"Sheldon, are you okay? Why'd you run away? Do you want to talk about this? We can stop if you want." Sheldon returned, dropping a small foil square on the bed as he pulled his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. Upon seeing her boyfriend in his full glory for the first time, she muttered, "Wow."
He picked up the item he'd dropped on the bed moments earlier. "I needed to get a condom. I had some in my toiletry kit," he explained while opening the condom. He stuck out his tongue in concentration, not speaking again until he shared, "Okay, it's on."
"We're gonna need to talk about you bringing condoms with you, but later. Come here," Amy held out her arms, wrapping them around his shoulders as he settled between her legs. She gasped as Sheldon shifted, inadvertently brushing his penis against her. "I love you," she reminded him while grasping his face and pulling him close to kiss him
Sheldon groaned and met her lips; their tongues moved over each other. His fingers traced over her breast before dragging them down her stomach, finally grasping himself in his hand, and rubbing himself through the wetness between her legs. Taking a breath, Sheldon asked, "Are you sure this is okay?"
"This is more than okay," she shifted under him, "Are you okay?"
He didn't answer, except for the kiss he planted on her lips as he pushed inside her. Amy let out a slow exhale before he shifted, lowering his chest to lay on top of her. Sheldon planted his hands on the bed and began to move. He thrust into her slowly and pulled back before he pushed into her once again. It took a few thrusts before Amy adjusted to him and moved against him.
Amy whimpered under him when he suddenly bent to kiss her neck, focusing on the spot under her ear that had driven her crazy only a short time ago. "Ohmigod!" she suddenly moaned; Sheldon covered her mouth with his, silencing her as his thrusts momentarily slowed, drawing out her pleasure.
Sheldon soon picked up the pace again, but it wasn't long before his thrusts became ragged and he pushed into Amy roughly, "Amy," was all he managed to get out before his face silently contorted, collapsing on top of his girlfriend. He was still catching his breath when he rolled off her a minute later. "I understand why you said it was amazing."
"It was better than I ever imagined," Amy rolled on her side and rested her head on his shoulder once again.
He looked down at her, "You be careful laying on me like that. That's what started this in the first place." His chiding was met with a grin and Amy dropped her arm across his chest.
The pair stayed in bed for a little while before Amy whispered, "I should use the restroom. And I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
"That sounds good. I'll make breakfast." Sheldon watched Amy scoot out of bed, grab his pajama top from the floor, and pull it on while exiting the bedroom. They exchanged a small smile as she closed the bathroom door before he surveyed the bedroom floor, finding his pajama bottoms and undershirt to redress.
Amy was crawling back into bed when Sheldon's phone began to ring on the bedside table. She glanced at the screen and called out, "Sheldon, your mom is calling."
"What time is it?" he replied from the next room. Upon noting the time on the microwave, he ran to meet Amy in her bedroom doorway, "I told her I'd be at her house twenty minutes ago. I still have to shower and pack. Quick, give me my phone." He grabbed the phone, speaking before Mary had a chance to say hello, "Hi, Mom. I lost track of time. I can be there in an hour and a half. Is that okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten distracted this morning."
Mary's voice came through the phone, "I'll send your sister to pick you up. What hotel are you staying at?"
"No. I mean, I'm sure you could use Missy's help preparing dinner. I'm sorry for causing you to worry by not being there when I said I would. I'll gather my things and be there as soon as I can. I'll let you know when I'm on my way," Sheldon promised. Setting his phone on the counter, he looked at the pan on the stove and his shoulders slumped. "Damnit, I burned the eggs."
"Hey, it's okay," Amy stepped next to him and rubbed her hand against his forearm. "You shower. I'll make you something to eat on the go."
Sheldon shook his head, "But I don't want to leave you. Not now; not like this."
"We could tell your mom that we're back together. Missy invited me to Thanksgiving last week. I said I had other plans, but I'm sure I could call and ask if I could come."
"I need to shower and call an Uber," he abandoned the burnt eggs and left Amy standing alone in the kitchen.
Amy gave her apartment a once-over as Sheldon emerged from the bathroom. "I know it's not how you would've done it, but I packed your suitcase for you. Well, except for what you had in the bathroom. It didn't feel right going in there while you were showering."
"You're still wearing my pajama top," he commented before placing his toiletries in his suitcase. Amy began to open the top button with a smirk when Sheldon stopped her. "No, keep it. I don't know what I'll do if I see you naked again. You can give it back when you come to California."
"Are you sure? That means you'll be without your pajama top for three weeks."
Sheldon nodded, "I'll use my emergency pajamas when I get home. I've got others I can use for the rest of the trip. No one will know except for us that you've got my pajama top." He pulled the handle from his suitcase and dragged it behind him to the door.
He was pulling his jacket on when Amy held out something wrapped in a paper towel. "I made you a breakfast sandwich to eat while you wait for the Uber. I love you."
"I love you, too," Sheldon bent to softly kiss Amy. "I hate that I'm leaving you like this."
Amy watched him step into the hallway, closing the door behind himself. As the door clicked closed, Amy found herself pulling the collar of Sheldon's pajama top, breathing in the scent of baby powder still clinging to it. "I hate it, too," she whispered to herself.