Round Four – The Cooper-Fowler punishment reversal.

Amy straddled Sheldon's chest and started to pepper his cheeks with moist kisses, with Penny smacking on his forehead. He grimaced as he could feel the oiliness of Penny's lipgloss sinking into his skin, no doubt leaving horrible pink globs all over his head. Still, the feel of Amy's soft lips gently caressing his cheeks and the faint smell of her minted mouthwash drifting up his nostrils wasn't that bad…quite pleasant actually. Sheldon shifted uncomfortably on the carpet under the attack of the two women.

"Now shelly bean, who's the best? Say it…say it!" Penny chanted as she continued to smack her lips wildly over his forehead and even going so far as to ruffle his hair. As she did so, Amy glanced up from where she was about to lay another string of kisses across his chin and saw how hot her boyfriend looked with his hair in disarray like that…

"Hoo…" She quietly murmured under her breath, but Sheldon with his Vulcan like ears caught her involuntary reaction and felt his own body react in a likewise manner.

"Yes, Sheldon admits that Penny bested him in everything this evening and he must accept his punishment like a man. Go ahead, Amy…" Sheldon's drawl only became more pronounced when his emotions got the better of him, and right now his accent was like syrup. Amy leant back slightly to look into Sheldon's eyes; noting how his pupils were dilated and how fast his heart was beating beneath her hands.

"Yeah, lay a good one on him Amy! Get that saliva all over him!" Leonard cheered from the couch; thinking that for Sheldon this must be the worst kind of torment. The man that washed his hands in antibacterial solution before even taking hold of his girlfriend's hand was now facing having her germ infested saliva in his mouth, no less.

"Leonard, sweetie." Penny's quiet voice distracted Leonard from the view on the carpet and he looked over to see his girlfriend edging toward the door. His eyes widened as he finally realised what was happening…Sheldon was actually looking forward to his 'punishment'! Leonard got up slowly from the couch and skirted around the couple lying on the floor. Amy was looking directly into Sheldon's blue eyes as her head dropped lower and lower, until her lips were a whisper away from meeting Sheldon's. As Penny and Leonard left the apartment, Leonard just caught sight of Sheldon's hands leaving the carpet to take hold of Amy's waist…was he holding her in position, or getting ready to push her away?

"Leonard!" Penny hissed as she pulled her boyfriend out of the doorway and closed the door firmly behind them.

"What?" Leonard blinked over at Penny through the lenses of his glasses, wondering exactly what was going on behind those doors.

"Come on sweetie, let's go over to my place and I'll 'punish' you too…" Penny beckoned him over from her doorway and raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, goodie!" Leonard rubbed his hands together in glee as he followed his girlfriend across the hallway; all thoughts of Sheldon disappearing from his mind completely.

Meanwhile across the hallway…

"So, Sheldon – what form of 'punishment' would be relevant in this situation do you think?" Amy whispered as her lips still hovered mere millimetres above his, holding off that final contact.

"You could scoot down a little further; you're actually sitting right on top of my evening meal and I wouldn't want anything unfortunate to occur…" Sheldon drawled back quietly, watching as Amy gasped in horror as she shuffled a little lower down his body until she was nearly straddling his groin.

"Oh…the horror…" Sheldon whispered, smirking down at her. Amy looked up at him, flicking her long dark hair over her shoulder and gave him a smirk of her own. Her fingers trailed up his sides, bumping over each rib as she felt him quiver under her touch.

"Tormentor…you know how I hate to be touched." Sheldon groaned lightly, only partly in jest. If it were Penny in his lap right now he'd be crying like a baby, begging for her to stop – but it wasn't Penny, this was Amy and her touch tormented him like no other. Each light drift of her fingers shot little sparks of electricity through his body and cut all coherent thoughts out of his brain.

"I know," Amy whispered back, quoting Han Solo from Star Wars and making Sheldon groan even louder.

"How you love to torment me; you truly are a vixen Amy Farrah Fowler."

"Hmm…" Amy whispered as she leant in a little closer, brushing her cool fingers along the exposed portion of Sheldon's forearms where his layered t-shirt sleeve had ridden up slightly; she felt his hairs stand on held and the raised goose bumps appear under her light touch. She ran her fingers up his forearms and over his surprisingly toned upper arms before tracing around the neckline of his shirts. She followed her touch with a series of light kisses, only letting her lips touch each section for a microsecond before moving on.

Sheldon's hips moved slightly under her soft caresses and he hoped that she could feel how much he was 'hating' his punishment. He opened his luminous gaze (not even realising that he had closed his eyes in the first place) as he felt Amy's touch disappear completely.

"Oh, is it over?" He tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, not wanting to lose the close contact between them. Amy was looking down at him with a frown on her face.

"I can't reach any higher…" The vast difference in their body height was clearly marked, with Amy fully stretched over him the top of his shoulder was the closest part of his body that she could reach without moving.

"Perhaps…the couch then?" Sheldon thought about it carefully, weighing up his options; he didn't want their 'punishment' to end but also didn't want to have Amy pressing against his evening meal either.

"Mmm, I don't see how that would assist in any way. You would still have the added height advantage over me and…"

"I'll sit in my spot and you could try again…I promise, I'll take my punishment like a man." Sheldon was almost too eager in his efforts, nearly tripping over his own feet as he raced over to his spot at the far end of the couch. He leant back against the cushions and patted his lap in invitation. "C'mon, lil' lady, do your worst."

"Hoo…" Amy cooed softly as she made her way over to where Sheldon was sprawled on the cushions; there was a faint smile on his face and she wondered whether he was enjoying his 'punishment' as much as she had enjoyed his form of punishment for deceiving him when she had pretended to be ill. A girl can only hope, remember Amy; this is Sheldon you're talking about and not Leonard or Howard who seem to be ruled by their glands.

Amy kicked off her sensible shoes and hitched her skirt up slightly so that she could sit sideways across Sheldon's lap. He immediately shifted her so that her legs were straddling his knees.

"For continuities sake," He explained when she looked up at him in surprise. "I believe your hands were here and here…" Sheldon placed one of Amy's hands on his left shoulder and the other against his neck. "And your lips were…."

"It's okay, Sheldon. I think I've got it from here," Amy whispered as she moved the hand lying against his shoulder to press her fingers against his lips, halting his words. She let her fingertips trace the edges of his lips – wait a minute! Did Sheldon Cooper just kiss my fingertips! Amy leant back a little and saw Sheldon lying back against the cushions with his eyes closed, his face blank as if he were experiencing no sensations at all. My mistake.

In actual fact Sheldon was rapidly trying to recall the precise process of the Vulcan act of Kolinahr in an effort to keep himself from throwing himself at Amy and begging her to kiss him. Who would have thought that the great Dr. Sheldon Cooper would have willingly volunteered to exchange saliva with another person? Oh, dear Lord! Sheldon gave up all hope of ever achieving that higher state of meditation as soon as he felt Amy's warm breath against the side of his neck and his hands reached up to take her firmly by the waist…

Amy trailed her lips up the side of Sheldon's neck, softly sucking on the warm talc scent emanating from his skin. Each gentle suck only lasted seconds before she moved on, drifting higher up his neck until he could feel the warm pants of breath against his lower jaw and chin.

"Are you ready for your ultimate punishment, Dr. Cooper?" Amy whispered softly against his skin, and felt his Adam's apple contract against her fingers. She leant down to brush her lips in a brief caress over his mouth and then pulled back slightly to judge his reaction.

"Call that a punishment? Huh, my meemaw kisses me harder than that…and that's when she's mad at me." Sheldon opened one eye lazily and saw Amy's nose wrinkle in thought.

"Okay, Dr. Cooper. Prepare to be severely punished!" Amy shifted slightly on Sheldon's lap and unbuttoned her cardigan, throwing it over her shoulder as she opened the first couple of buttons on her blouse as well. She scooted forward, spreading her legs slightly wider so that she was able to get a little closer to Sheldon's whole body; he tensed slightly and Amy grinned thinking that this would pay him back for all of the Date nights where he hadn't even had the decency to hold her hand. Amy took a deep breath and placed both hands on Sheldon's cheeks to angle his head slightly to the left; before settling her moist lips firmly against his own.

Dear Lord! Maybe Momma was right all along; kissing does lead to sinnin' after all! Sheldon's whole attention was immediately captured by how soft Amy's lips felt against his own; he could feel the warmth of her minty breath drifting across his mouth and felt his pulse racing…he only hoped that she didn't decide to shift higher on his lap…

Amy's tongue flicked out to trace the seam of Sheldon's lips and he let out a quiet moan; as he did Amy immediately slipped just the tip of her tongue inside his mouth to dally with his tongue before just as quickly retreating. She could taste the honey from the Chamomile tea that Sheldon had been drinking with dinner along with the underlying freshness of his minty breath. Sheldon shifted underneath Amy and she took that as a sign that he was preparing to try and get out of the rest of his punishment. You don't get away from me that easily, Sheldon Cooper! Amy thought as she pressed her mouth even firmer against his own; leaving her lips slightly parted as she leant in. Her timing was perfect as Sheldon had just taken in a heaving breath and had his mouth slightly open in an effort to try and draw more air into his lungs…that was when the Vixen struck again. He didn't even realise that he was a full participant until he tasted the slight tang of lemon on his breath…

Dear Lord, my tongue is in her mouth….ummmmm That was his last coherent thought as he felt her shift higher on his lap until she was resting firmly against his throbbing crotch. Their tongues rubbed against each other mimicking the action of their lower bodies…Then the sound of the apartment door opening struck Sheldon's Vulcan hearing and he tore his mouth away from Amy's and glaring at the intrusion.

"Hey guys look who's back from space…" Howard's voice trailed off as he saw the couple entwined on the couch; looking like they had just been interrupted mid make out session.

"NOT NOW! Do you mind? I am currently in the middle of receiving my punishment for being a sore loser…" Sheldon panted harshly, hands still clutching the sides of Amy's waist in a death grip.

"Yeah…looks like a real torture…"

"You have no idea…" Sheldon drawled and then narrowed his steely eyed gaze. "Now, GET OUT!" His angry tone finally filtered through to Penny's side of the hallway and an extremely dishevelled Leonard poked his head out and gestured for Howard to join him and Penny.

"Leave them alone Howard, Sheldon's taking his punishment like a real man…Sheldon…SHELDON…." Leonard's eyes widened as he looked back to see what looked like Sheldon flipping Amy over onto the couch and pulling her into a steamy kiss.

"Leonard, she's in his spot!" Howard hissed as the three of them started to back out of the apartment, still staring at the entwined couple practically writhing amid the couch cushions.

"I know." Leonard rubbed his eyes behind his glasses, not quite believing what his eyes were seeing. "Oh my god…time to go, guys." Leonard's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Sheldon's hands reach down to clasp Amy's buttocks and slip under her denim skirt. Leonard quickly turned his back on the spectacle behind him and quickly urged his friends out of the apartment before they caught on to what was really going on in there. He leant against the closed apartment door and rubbed his eyes again. "Oh my eyes…I think I'm gonna have that image permanently burned behind my retina's for life…Penny, I'm staying over tonight…and we might want to consider knocking whenever Sheldon and Amy are left alone together from now on."

"Sure, sweetie…"Penny went to agree and then clapped a hand over her mouth when his words finally filtered through. "You mean…? They're actually…? In there….?" Howard sat on the floor and looked at the closed apartment door.

"On the couch…" They said together and the three of them made a pact never to sit near Sheldon's spot ever again.