I am so sorry for making you wait so long for this final part.

So much has been happening in my life lately, and I am just glad that I at least managed to finish this tale before the end of the year.

I hope you will enjoy this very M-rated chapter.

The Love Retrieval Chronicles
Tale 4 – "The Helium Insufficiency"
Part 5 of 5

Sheldon

Did he want to come inside?

Well, did Richard Feynman like to play bongos?

The answer was yes. Obviously.

There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to spend the evening with her in her apartment. Just like they used to do.

Well… maybe not… exactly… like they used to do.

Because in the course of the past few days, Sheldon had felt a change within him.

In the beginning, he had been mad at Amy. For breaking up with him in the first place as well as for going out with another man.

Then, he had started to feel insecure. Inferior. What if he just wasn't what Amy needed? How could he possibly compete with a man who was willing to give her… everything?

But at last… after Amy's heartfelt apology and after admitting to the things he did wrong before… after the air was finally cleared… Sheldon realized something.

He wanted a fresh start with her. Even more, he wanted to be the man she needed. Not just because he loved her and wanted to give her everything… which he did. But also because he truly wanted to. He wanted to give into the little voice in his head that had been begging him for years. Telling him, there was a whole new world he could explore if he could just find the courage to admit how much he wanted this.

'More', the voice had been urging him on. 'Please. More.'

And he had ignored it. Time and time again. On every date-night. After every little kiss. Every touch.

But no more. Not today.

The door to Amy's apartment… suddenly it seemed like a gate to a secret kingdom. To a magical place filled with wonders and possibilities and everything his heart desired.

And that little voice, he realized, was the key he needed to be led to where he belonged.

He followed his girlfriend, and when she turned to him, it was one of the rare occasions when he felt he could read her expression perfectly.

Her eyes were shining with love and hope and happiness. And then there was anticipation. Maybe a small flicker of nervousness too.

He understood.

Words had been exchanged between them. Not just minutes before in front of her building but also over text a few days ago.

About kisses and making love. About not holding back anymore. About… having the date they were supposed to have before they broke up.

The implication was clear.

Something was bound to happen today.

Something… more.

And contrary to everything he had thought to be true about himself, this was not making him nervous at all.

He had missed this woman so much. He had almost lost her to another man. And he was only just beginning to understand how empty his life would have been.

"Are you hungry?", she asked, biting her lips as she looked up to him.

He smiled, taking one step closer to her.

Yes, his life would have been empty. But it wasn't. Because she was here. With him.

"I'm not.", he shook his head.

"Really? Cause I could fix us up something real quick and…"

"I'm not hungry."", he repeated.

"I have YooHoo.", she offered.

"Okay…", he said, raising his eyebrows at her. "But I'm not really in the mood for…"

"Or tea.", she added hastily.

"But we just… had tea.", he rebutted, the corner of his lips crinkling up into a smile.

He did not know what exactly she was doing, but he was starting to find it amusing.

"I know.", she nodded. "I just thought… maybe… you want more."

'More.'

Determined, Sheldon grasped both of Amy's hands, making her gasp in surprise.

"I do want more.", he confessed, looking at her seriously. "Much more."

"Oh. Okay.", Amy said, blinking rapidly. "Then… I can make…"

"Amy.", he said sternly, squeezing her hands in his. "I want more. But not food or YooHoo or tea or anything else you could come up with. I only want…", he bit his lips.

"What?", she breathed out, barely audible.

He took one more step towards her.

This was the point when he would usually stop himself. Come up with something to break the tension. Something to deny… even ridicule… what was happening between them.

What a fool he had been all this time.

"Just… you.", he confessed. "Is that… okay?"

Amy swallowed deeply, her eyes searching his as if she couldn't quite believe it.

"Yes.", she whispered.

Still, she seemed startled for a second, when he reached for her shoulders.

Did she understand what he was saying, he wondered? Did she understand what his intentions were?

Did she even know how enthralled he was by her presence? The effect she was having on him. The determination he was feeling today?

He wanted her to know. He needed her to realize that he would not go about their relationship the same way he used to. That they were turning the page and starting a new chapter. One where she did not have to beg for his attention or affection.

From now on, he would make it his life's mission to show this exceptional woman how desirable she was and how much he loved her. How important she was to him.

And he was going to start showing her right now.

"Shel… oh…", she whimpered as he ran his thumbs over the soft skin on the back of her neck.

He swallowed dryly, thinking about all the times he had craved her kiss during the past months. And all the opportunities he had wasted before their break-up. All the times, he had denied himself to give in to his urge for her.

"I'm sorry.", he mumbled as he leaned in. "I seem to have lost my ability to control myself."

"That's… okay.", she answered breathlessly. "I want you to…"

He did not need to hear what exactly she wanted him to do. The only thing that mattered was she wanted him.

He closed the distance between them, his mouth closing over hers. Her lips seemed to be vibrating underneath his own.

And it was perfect.

The taste and feel of her were like a drug.

Maybe that's why he had always been so reluctant. Maybe he had not wanted to allow himself to truly give himself to her, because a part of him had always known how much power she would gain over him if he wasn't careful.

He did not want to be careful anymore though. He wanted to lose himself in her. And he wanted to fall as deeply as possible even if it meant being addicted to her for the rest of his life.

His fingers curled into her hair as he pulled her closer.

He felt her body shuddering in his arms, as she surrendered to him.

They had kissed many times before, but not like this.

Her arms circled around his middle, and the sensation of her hands stroking his back sent a pleasant shiver through his body.

'More.'

Breaking the kiss, he pulled her the few steps to the couch.

Only for the fracture of a second did he think about the moment she had kissed him right here for the first time.

He hadn't known what to do with her then. But he knew now.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do with her tonight. And he had a feeling she was on board with it.

"God, Amy…", he whispered, cradling her head with his hand as he pulled her close again.

Sheldon's heart skipped a beat as their lips melted together again.

'More.'

There was a soft whimper in the back of her throat, and his arms tightened around her.

Sheldon would never admit to it in front of his friends or family or colleagues. But the thing was… he had always enjoyed kissing her. It was one of the most wonderful things about being her boyfriend.

It was not a coincidence that the first thing that came to his mind when he imagined losing her, was the loss of her kisses.

Of course there were lots of other things he would miss about her. Her brain. Her unique humor. Her kindness.

But it was the memory of her kisses that made him lie awake in his bed night after lonely night.

His mouth opened over hers, and he reveled in the taste of her as his tongue swept against her bottom lip for the first time ever.

The feeling of her lips moving together. The first shy touch of her tongue sliding against his. A touch so light yet so intimate that it made him shiver.

'More.'

He groaned into her open mouth.

Before he fully realized what had happened – whether he had pushed her down or she had shifted beneath him… or maybe both – Sheldon found himself hovering over Amy, her body now stretched flat against the couch.

He paused, his breath hitching as he looked down at her, his heart hammering. The sight of her—flushed, radiant, utterly vulnerable—stole the air from his lungs, and for a second, all he could do was stare.

Amy's chest rose and fell beneath him, her breathing uneven as her wide eyes met his. The quiet in the room was deafening, save for the sound of their labored breaths. She didn't speak, didn't move, just watched him as he was watching her.

"Amy…" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile intimacy of the moment.

Her hand lifted, trembling slightly, and she brushed her fingers over his cheek. The touch was soft, hesitant, but it grounded him.

This woman underneath him… she was still the same woman he had fallen in love with. The only difference was that, for the first time, he was allowing himself to see her for all she was.

Not just brilliant and sophisticated. Not just kind and patient.

But also… breathtakingly beautiful. Sensual. Sexy.

Sheldon leaned into her palm, closing his eyes for a beat before opening them again, his resolve settling.

"You're…" He trailed off, speechless for a moment. Beautiful wasn't enough, though it flickered in his mind. Extraordinary? Well yes, that too. But it did not seem sufficient.

Amy gave him a faint smile, her fingers shifting to trace the line of his jaw. "It's okay, Sheldon. You don't have to say anything."

"I want to," he said, almost defensively, his brow furrowing. "I just… I want you to know how much this means to me. How much you mean to me."

Her smile softened, and her other hand reached up, framing his face. "I know," she murmured. "I guess… in a way… I've always known."

A sob welled up in his chest. He swallowed dryly.

How much he wished he would have told her sooner. Shown her sooner. And yet she was right. Maybe she always knew. Maybe that's why she had put up with him for so long. But from now on, he would never give her reason to doubt again.

Leaning down, he pressed his forehead against hers, letting the closeness speak for him when words couldn't.

Amy's hands slid down to his shoulders, pulling him closer as the weight of him settled gently against her. He braced his arms on either side of her, careful not to crush her.

Sheldon brushed his lips against hers again, softer this time, savoring the tender warmth of the moment.

Her lips parted again, and as he allowed his tongue to resume the exploration of the depth of her mouth, the voice was there again.

'More.', it drummed to the beat of his heart as they kissed like never before. 'More. More. More.'

He had no idea how much time had passed, before his right hand slid down her side towards her hip, giving her a gentle squeeze. She squirmed underneath him, her fingers digging into his shirt.

He grasped her leg, intending to wrap it around his hip, but the tightness of her denim skirt did not allow such movement.

"Would you… uhm…", he breathed out shallowly, trying to resist the urge to just rip the piece of clothing off her. "Would you mind taking this off?"

"What?", Amy pulled away from him slightly, searching his eyes again.

Sheldon felt his cheeks heat up at the sight of her surprised expression. Was he being too eager?

But this was what she always wanted, wasn't it?

"I just thought…", he cleared his throat. "It would be more… comfortable."

"Uhm…", Amy whispered, licking her lips, her fingers brushing over the fabric of his shirt as she continued. "If you want comfortable then… we could… move this to the bedroom."

Amy

As Amy watched Sheldon's reaction to her suggestion, for a second, she wondered where her sudden boldness came from.

Maybe it was the way he had kissed her today.

Or maybe it was the fact that, just hours before, she had still feared she could never be with him again.

And then, of course, there were his words.

Hadn't he told her, just moments before, that he wanted her? Just her?

Still, Amy could see in his eyes that it took him a second to comprehend what she was really offering him.

Not just the comfort of a bed. But also, herself. All of her.

He seemed startled for a moment. And for the exact duration of that moment, Amy could feel a well-known fear grip her heart.

Because no matter what was said today… this was still Sheldon.

Was she too forward? Did she… again… get her hopes up prematurely? Was she not interpreting their situation correctly?

But that fear only lasted until she noticed the softness of his expression. And when she saw him nod… when he peeled himself off her and grasped her hand to pull her with him… she felt relieved to realize that, for once, she had read the signs perfectly.

And that, today, she would not feel foolish for her desire. And that for once, her dreams could become reality.

Because today was the day she started to think was never going to come.

It was the day when Sheldon Cooper would finally be in her bed. Willingly.

And – oh my – was he in a hurry to get there.

The door had barely fallen shut behind them and already he had pulled her on her bed with him.

She couldn't quite believe it. Sheldon. Her Sheldon.

For months she had cried herself to sleep right in the spot she was now. For months she had tried to get used to the thought of living without him.

And now he was back. In her life. And in her bed.

It was almost unbelievable, and she couldn't stop the soft giggle escaping her throat as she lay there on her side, one hand loosely on Sheldon's shoulder right before his mouth moved closer to hers again.

"Do you find this funny?", he asked, grasping her hip.

"Mhmmm…", she hummed, giggling still. "I just… it's… kind of hilarious if you think of it."

He raised his eyebrows at her.

"You find what we are doing right now hilarious?", he asked, seemingly trying to figure out if he should feel offended.

"Well…", she took a deep breath, as she threw him a mock-innocent look. "It's only been five years. And here we are in bed together."

He seemed confused for a second, but then she could see the realization flicker in his eyes as a big grin formed on his face.

But then, he turned serious again.

"Well, I guess…", he started, looking at her intently, as he softly caressed her side. "This time… we're moving past rolling the dice."

He did get the reference. Of course, how could he not.

And his words could only mean one thing.

This was getting real very fast.

She released a shuddering breath.

"I guess so…", she whispered. "If you are sure, it is what you want."

She had to make sure. She needed to know he wasn't just doing this for her sake.

"It is.", he said, and she could see in his eyes that he was being truthful. "But only if you are ready too."

Her heart melted at the sight of him.

Admittedly, she did feel slightly nervous about this. For such a long time she had wanted this to happen. She had waited patiently for so many years.

There was a part of her that was afraid that, maybe, reality couldn't live up to her dreams.

But there was another part that felt she had waited long enough and now finally… finally wanted to claim her reward.

"I've never wanted anything more in my life.", she croaked, before she leaned in to kiss him again.

She was already losing herself in the feeling of his lips on hers. So much, she barely noticed at first, when Sheldon's hand moved to the zipper of her skirt.

Right. He wanted that gone.

Another delicious giggle formed in her throat as she wiggled out of it.

Instantly, his hand found her now only pantyhose-covered leg again. His finger tickled the back of her thigh as he lifted and draped it over his hip.

"Now that works much better…", he mumbled, as he pulled her closer.

Amy could only agree with him.

It was magical. The way he kept caressing her leg. From her knee to her thigh and back again. His fingers burning her skin as his mouth moved with hers.

She all but jumped, when he moved to her backside, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Sheldon…", she whisper-shouted.

"Sorry.", he whispered back sheepishly. "I've wanted to do this for… a while. I couldn't resist. Is that okay?"

'For a while.' - His words resonated in her mind. Did he say that… on some level… he had desired her? All this time?

"You just surprised me.", she admitted. "But… with what we are about to do… of course it's okay for you to… oh…", she moaned, as his fingers dug into her skin, squeezing her backside again.

Encouraged by his words as well as his actions, her hands came to rest against his chest, her fingers curling slightly into his two shirts.

"Would you mind taking these off?", she whispered into his open mouth, parroting his earlier request.

Sheldon winked at her. "With what we are about to do… I guess I will be taking off a lot more today."

He helped her remove the garments, before his hand moved right back where it was.

Amy's head was spinning.

For five years she had known this man. But never had he been like this.

So… passionate. So determined. So… hot.

So… Naked.

Okay, not fully naked yet, but she guessed that was only a matter of time now.

Still, the sight of him half-dressed, his hair a mess, his eyes hooded, the desire clearly visible in them, his skin warm against hers, his lips swollen and red…

And his kisses… oh… how had she lived so many years without knowing one could be kissed like this.

His tongue brushed against hers again, sending an electric shockwave right through her spine.

Unreal. It felt unreal. And yet it felt completely right.

She kissed him back eagerly and finally, she let her fingers wander over the skin of his upper body.

Reveling in the way he reacted to her touch.

His shoulders tensing up, then relaxing again as if she had tickled him for a second.

His pecs moving underneath her fingertips.

Goosebumps appearing on his skin, the small hairs standing up.

The low groan into her mouth as she brushed his nipples fleetingly.

The sound reverberating right through her core.

Inadvertently, his hips pushed forward.

Their bodies met, and there was no way to deny it.

Never in her life had Amy felt as desired as when, for the first time ever, she felt his erection press against her leg.

It was exhilarating.

Sheldon had an erection. Because of her.

Sheldon, who did not like to be touched by anyone.

Except by her.

The thought made her giddy.

She let her hands travel lower, tracing his navel.

Another low groan escaped him.

Amy giggled again.

But he stopped the sound by covering her mouth with his and suddenly there was nothing funny about their situation anymore.

His hands moved upwards tracing the fabric of her cardigan. She moaned deeply when he reached her right breast, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, Sheldon…", she purred. "God, yes…"

On by one, the buttons were opened. Her blouse was next, and she wiggled her shoulders to help him remove the clothes from her body.

She almost didn't dare to look at Sheldon, afraid that maybe he wouldn't like what he saw. It was a fear that had been deeply instilled in her heart. That she wasn't attractive enough. That at some point, Sheldon would see what all the other people had always seen in her all her life.

But then, when she did see the look on his face, for just a second, she forgot how to breathe.

He seemed frozen. His cheeks turning pink as he took in her body.

"Sheldon…", she whispered.

"Uhm…", he croaked as he blinked twice. His fingers found their way to the straps of her bra.

She couldn't help but grin, as she watched him.

He seemed to be out of words. But that was okay. Because his eyes told her the words his mouth weren't able to form.

She leaned in to kiss him again. God, his kisses were making her heady in a way she had never felt before. But… oh… she needed more.

Gently, she reached for his hand and guided him back to her chest.

It was all the encouragement he needed.

"Okay?", he rasped, as he tugged at the clasp at the front of her bra.

"Yes.", she murmured, lifting her upper body to aid him with his task.

It was the first time she was letting a man see her that intimately. And it was a bit scary. But it was okay.

Because it was Sheldon. And it was that moment when she realized what she always knew. That Sheldon was the only man she ever wanted to see her like this.

They stared at each other, both breathing heavily.

His eyes seemed to be asking for permission.

Swallowing deeply, she lay back down, kissing his lips lightly, which he, rightfully, took as an offer to continue.

Carefully, he touched her. His hands… strong and yet soft. Warm against her skin. Stroking her shoulders. Trailing her collarbones. Tickling her sides.

And as he squeezed her breast again and Amy's eyes fluttered shut as she reveled in the gentle warmth of his fingers causing her more pleasure than she could ever imagine.

He was both tender and firm as he explored her and with each touch, her desire for him reached new heights.

And then… he stopped.

Amy opened her eyes reluctantly and was met with an expression on Sheldon's face that she had never seen before.

"Amy, I…", he hesitated, as he caressed her face.

"What is it?", she asked curiously as to why he had stopped what he was doing.

"I don't want you to think I am moving too fast. I want to take my time with… everything but I think… I really need to remove my pants."

Her eyes widened.

"Oh…"

"It's just…", he bit his lips sheepishly. "They are getting kind of… uncomfortable."

"Oh…", she repeated as she realized what he was saying. "I mean… you did anticipate to… take off more clothes tonight."

He chuckled and she grinned, enjoying the lightness of the situation immensely.

She moved away from him slightly as he turned on his back.

His fingers seemed to be shaking, causing him some difficulty as he opened his leather belt.

Still, Amy felt she had never seen anything sexier in her life.

One day… and she hoped that day would come sooner rather than later… she would be the one opening his belt. Maybe – she had no idea where that thought came from, but it was thrilling - with her teeth.

But right now, she seemed frozen.

Unable to do anything but watch her sexy boyfriend as he pulled down his khakis, revealing white underpants with a very much visible bulge inside of them.

A bulge that – oh, what an exciting thought – she had caused.

He sighed relieved.

"Better?", she asked, slightly amused.

He grinned at her. "Much better. And now… your turn."

"My… oh… okay.", she stuttered.

Amy barely had the time to feel self-conscious before her pantyhose found its way to the rest of the neatly folded clothes on the floor.

Once it was off, he crawled back to her.

Admiring the way his muscles tensed as he moved, she couldn't stop herself from reaching out and brushing her fingers along his arm.

Sexy.

"Did you expect it to be like this?", he asked her, as he pulled her close by her shoulder.

"What do you mean?", she asked back.

"Did you…", he gulped. "Did you know it was going to be so… easy? So… natural and light? Or did you think…"

"It would be awkward, uncomfortable and weird?"

He nodded.

Amy thought about it for a moment. She had heard the stories of her friends' first times. And all of them were so different to what she was experiencing right now.

"I guess… I always hoped it would be like this.", she confessed, stroking his arm. "I mean… we've known each other for a long time. We trust each other. Maybe… we just waited long enough for this to feel natural."

"You mean…", he murmured, caressing her face. "There's finally an upside to you having to wait for me for such a long time."

"Sheldon, that's not what I…"

"I love you, Amy.", he interrupted her. "I love you so much. And I am sorry for dragging my feet for so long. I've made you wait and… now… I am almost naked in your bed, and I am loving every second of it. I keep asking myself why I fought against it for so long. It feels foolish. I almost lost you and…", his voice trailed off.

Her eyes filled with tears.

"I love you too.", she breathed out. "I love you and you don't have to apologize. I too… am enjoying every second of this. Sheldon, you are… the only man I could have ever imagined myself doing this with. The only one I feel comfortable seeing me like this. Touching me like this. It doesn't matter how long I waited for you. You are worth it and… I'm so sorry for…"

She wanted to list all the things she was sorry for. Sorry for leaving him. For not trusting his love for her anymore. And sorry for breaking his trust in the process.

But he silenced her with a kiss.

"I love you.", he repeated. "And… I was scared of this for a very long time. Not just of physical intimacy. But also of fully committing to this relationship. The past months have made me realize how much I really want to be with you. And the fact that this isn't scary or awkward… I guess it just proves how right it is. And now… I promise, you'll never have to wait for me again. Or wonder if I really want you. Because I do… I do want you, Amy."

"Sheldon…", she whispered, completely overwhelmed by his words. "I…"

"I want you.", he repeated, his fingers trailing from her shoulders to her neck. "And I want tonight to be… everything you ever dreamed of. I want to be the perfect gentleman but… I don't know how… to handle the things I feel right now. How to… control myself and…"

"I don't want you to control yourself, Sheldon.", she croaked. "You are the perfect gentleman. You are… god, you are perfect in every way. And no matter how tonight is going to turn out… please just know that it means the world to me. Because it is with you, and that's really all I've ever dreamed of."

Her lips were trembling. She had almost lost him for good. Almost never gotten to experience this moment. Almost never known how much he truly loved her.

And when he kissed her lips again, she knew, she would never… never forget how cherished she felt in this moment. Never doubt his feelings for her again. Never allow herself to give up on him again.

His kissed her deeply, his right hand moving to her breast again.

She moaned into his open mouth as he circled her nipple with his gentle fingers.

With his free hand, he grasped her hip, gently rolling her onto her back.

"Okay?", he clarified, as he lay down on top of her.

She did not answer. Not with words. But she grasped his head to kiss him again, before she let her hands wander over his strong back.

It was so sexy, to feel him on top of her. Resting his weight on his arms so he wouldn't crush her. The warmth of his skin against hers. And… his erection against her upper thigh, only separated by the light fabric of their underwear.

She felt… so desired. More than she could have ever imagined.

Their mouths moved together hotly, their tongues meeting between their open mouths. Brushing against another over and over again.

It was out of this world. Feeling him. Tasting him.

Tentatively, she opened her legs and as he shifted on top of her… and as he finally was there… fully between her legs, they both sighed in unison.

There was something… primal about this.

A feeling she had never felt before. An urge. A desperate need to be with him.

Her hands moved to his buttocks, caressing him over his underwear.

His mouth found its way to her neck, peppering it with hot wet kisses that made her almost forget her own name.

And then… his hips started moving.

She gasped out, feeling him, his erection, moving against her center.

Her nails dug into his skin, desperate to hold on to something as she felt herself climbing higher and higher.

He groaned into her neck, his hot breath driving her crazy.

If it weren't for their underwear, they would be engaging in intercourse already, and even so, it felt so much more intense than she could have ever imagined.

She was almost there already… but she needed more. More…

"Sheldon…", she moaned desperately. "Please… I need you."

Her breath hitched as she saw his expression.

His eyes pitch black. Beads of sweat on his forehead. Breathing heavily.

They had taken it slow up to this point. But now… now it couldn't go fast enough.

She wanted him. All of him.

She dug his fingers into his underwear, pulling it down, then helped him remove her last piece of clothing.

Her heart did a little flip then.

She was naked. Naked in bed. With Sheldon.

And Sheldon's eyes on her… devouring her with his gaze.

"Amy…", he whispered as he took a look at her body. "I'm… You are… exquisite."

She smiled, her cheeks burning up at the compliment.

There were so many things she wanted to say, but the words wouldn't form properly.

There was no need for any words right now anyway. All she cared about was that she would finally be his.

His fingers brushed her cheek, then slowly slid lower, over her throat and collarbone, then lower still, to her breast.

But it did not stop there.

It wandered lower still. Tickling her stomach deliciously. Caressing her hip bone. And then…

"Oh dear Lord…", she sobbed as his fingers slid through her folds, feeling the almost absurd amount of wetness. "Sheldon, please… oh, God, what are you doing to me…"

His fingers kept moving against her core. Exploring her tentatively.

She reached for him, desperate to touch him as well, but he stopped her.

"Please, Amy…", he begged. "Please… I want you so badly. But… I need to make sure… I need to take care of you first. Otherwise… I don't know if…"

Amy blinked rapidly. She understood. He wanted to give her pleasure now, fearing he wouldn't be able later.

She spread her legs, granting him more access, her head falling back on the pillow as she nodded at him, giving him permission to touch her anyway he wanted to.

He kissed her then, his lips pressing firmly against hers.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as he carefully pushed a finger inside of her.

She gasped.

It was the most amazing sensation to be touched by him so intimately.

And Sheldon seemed to know exactly what to do. His finger curling inside of her, moving in and out.

Had he read up on it?

"Am I doing it right?", he whispered in her ear.

"Uh…huh…", she moaned. "Oh God, Sheldon… don't stop."

And he didn't. He was driving her crazy. Crazy with desire.

Then, a second finger.

Amy sobbed out loud.

She couldn't quite believe it. Already, she was so lost in the sensation.

And this was Sheldon… Sheldon was doing this to her.

His thumb moved to her clit, making her yelp at the first contact.

She was not going to last much longer.

Already, her legs were starting to tremble.

The sensations were building inside of her, the tension mounting, his fingers working wonders inside of her.

Moving in a steady rhythm now, the pressure against her clit growing.

She felt him everywhere, inside and out.

And the next moment, she fell apart in his arms.

Moaning and writhing underneath him.

It was too much. Too good. And she could feel tears form in her eyes as stars burst behind her eyelids.

He kept moving inside of her, coaxing her through the waves of her climax.

His name was on her lips again and again and again.

Her fingers were gripping his back, pulling him closer to her and then his lips were on hers again, swallowing her final cries of pleasure.

Slowly, she came back down from her high, her breathing still rapid.

Her whole body was buzzing, her nerve endings on fire.

She opened her eyes with great difficulty, still trying to catch her breath.

Sheldon was staring at her, his eyes full of wonder. The thought that he had been looking at her like this the whole time made her feel embarrassed for a second.

Vulnerable.

Nobody had ever seen her like this.

But it also made her feel… empowered. Wanted. Sexy.

She pulled his head down so she could kiss him again.

"Sheldon, this was… amazing.", she panted in between kisses.

He groaned in response.

Kissing hotly, they shifted on the bed so he was lying between her opened legs again.

"Amy…", Sheldon rasped as he held himself up on is elbows. "Oh, Amy…"

She could feel tears well up as she saw the emotions in his eyes.

Even after what he had just given her, he was still asking for permission. Still making sure she was okay.

But she wasn't just okay. She was... ecstatic. More in love than she had ever been.

And finally, she wanted to give him pleasure. More than that, she wanted him to take her. To take his pleasure from her body.

She craved to be claimed by him. To belong to him for all eternity.

This was it. The moment she had been waiting for such a long time. And it meant so much more to her than she ever thought. And by his gaze she understood it meant at least as much to him.

"Sheldon…", she croaked. "Please..."

He moved between her legs and suddenly she felt him at her core.

"I don't want to hurt you.", he whispered. "But I don't know how…"

"It will be okay.", she assured him. "Just… go slow, please."

He nodded, then she felt the pressure increase.

Her earlier orgasm aided them greatly as it left her slick and relaxed and yet he felt… enormous and she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

He seemed to be shaking on top of her, his muscles tense as he held himself back, only pushing into her a little bit at a time, letting her adjust to his girth.

His hand caressing her face, his eyes studying her carefully.

Amy's heart flowed over with love. Yes, it hurt. But not as badly as she expected it to, and even more, she felt so loved and cared for.

Finally, she was filled with him.

Breathing heavily, her heart beating so fast, she feared it might jump out of her chest.

Slowly, his eyes opened, and he looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, as his body was trembling.

"I love you.", he croaked, his voice shaking. "Oh, how much I love you."

"I love you too.", she whimpered, her hand grasping his face, then moving down his neck to his chest. Taking in the feeling of his skin, still barely able to believe that this was really happening.

She encircled his shoulders with her arms, pulling his face down to hers. His lips felt feather light on hers as he kissed them softly.

His chest rubbed against hers deliciously as he framed her face with his forearms.

He started moving.

Only a little bit at first.

He was still trembling as he kept kissing her, his movements slow and tender.

She realized he was holding back, but even so, the friction was intense.

The pain lessened with every movement and soon, she was kissing him back eagerly.

And then she was lost again. Lost in the feeling of his bare skin against hers. Lost in his lips moving over her neck.

The scent of him all around her. The feel of him moving inside of her. Small noises of pleasure escaping his throat.

The sounds of their heavy breathing.

His hands wandering over her body as his movements turned more intense. His muscles flexing underneath her fingertips.

There was no way of telling where she ended and where he began. They were one.

The pleasure was growing inside of her, and it surprised her, but she realized she was climbing towards something even bigger than before.

It was all too much.

Everything about him. Everything he did. Everything he made her feel.

She would remember it for the rest of her life.

"Sheldon…", she moaned. "Oh God, yes…"

His kisses turned more desperate, and she clung to him, feeling him getting harder and bigger inside of her.

The tension was building up between her legs, her core clenching, the sensations increasing with every second.

"More…", she moaned. "Please… more…"

He lifted her right leg, groaning out loud as he slid into her even deeper.

"Dear Lord…", he grumbled into her mouth, slamming his hips into her.

He was losing control. And Amy couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that it was her who had caused it. Only her who got to see him like this.

Her body was trembling, the familiar signs of another climax approaching.

The sounds coming from his throat, the way he was breathing her name into her mouth. It was all too much.

His hand went between her legs, his thumb circling her clit as his thrusts got even harder.

It was her undoing.

She felt herself clamp down on him and then somewhere, someone cried out and it took Amy a while to realize it was her.

His next thrusts came hard and fast and then she felt him pulsing inside of her as his own climax overtook him.

He was shaking all over, groaning out her name, his hands gripping her hips in an almost bruising way.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.

Her heart was hammering as she held him. His face in her neck, kissing her sloppily, his heavy breaths against her ear.

A smile formed on her face as a sob escaped her throat.

It was the most intense thing she had ever felt.

Finally, he lifted himself up enough so he could look at her.

His eyes were shining with affection, eliciting another sob from her.

"You're crying.", he noticed, his voice laced with concern.

"Happy tears", she assured him, caressing his face, unable to speak more.

He smiled at her softly.

"Good.", he breathed out.

There was no need for more words.

His fingers brushed a few stray hairs out of her face, before he leaned down to kiss her again.

This kiss was gentle. Tender. Loving.

Her heart swelled in her chest.

He slipped out of her, rolling on his side, pulling her in his arms. She nuzzled into his neck as he caressed her shoulder.

And Amy couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful this moment was.

Her boyfriend. In her bed. Holding her in his arms after making love to her.

The room that had been filled with the sounds of their bodies moving and their cries of pleasure… Suddenly it was delightfully calm and quiet.

Never in her life had she felt so happy. So relaxed and sated. Deeply satisfied. So grateful.

"Sheldon…", she whispered against his chest.

But there was no answer. Just a soft grumble.

She buried her face in his chest.

"S'okay…", she mumbled sleepily before she dozed off too.

She would just tell him later how perfect he was and how much she cherished having him back in her life.

In fact… she would tell him every day.

For the rest of her life.

Thank you all so much for having patience with me. I always think of the time when I was able to post two updates a week and managed to write multiple long stories a year and I always feel like I am letting you down. I miss those times a lot, believe me. But my focus just has to be elsewhere for now.

So… this chapter turned out a bit different than I thought. I wanted to add much more. The "date" was supposed to continue with dinner and a movie in their pajamas and then there was supposed to be a "morning after"-talk and a glimpse into the future. But then the M-rated part was already so long and this just felt like a natural ending point.

It's funny. I wasn't really able to write for weeks, but sometimes, before going to sleep, I came up with ideas and conversations for this chapter. I quickly typed it into my note-app and when I finally found the time and motivation to write, there was already so much there to edit. I think, this is the longest and most detailed M-rated story I've ever written, but I just couldn't bring myself to remove much of it. I hope you don't mind too much, that it ended where it ended. I will use my "morning after"-ideas for the next tales. Once I get to write them.

Honestly, I have no idea when I will start to write the next tale. Maybe I'll even start a different story first, because there are so many ideas that I am excited to start next. But I have to be realistic. It will be a while before I will have anything more than a one-shot ready to post. I will be spending the rest of Christmas break with my family. Finally, all my kids are old enough to go skiing, so I will be spending the next few days in the mountains, and then I am going to prepare as much as I can for the second semester of the school year.

I will keep writing for this fandom, and I hope all of you will still be there when I post next. Until then I wish you all a belated 'Merry Christmas' and then a happy new year, hopefully with many, many Shamy stories.