Author's Note: You all asked for it! This is part two, and most likely the final part! I hope you all enjoyed this little fan fiction, and a huge thank you to Miss Sh C who let me write a fan fiction based on her wonderful art!

This is Sheldon's POV and starts in the middle of part one. So the texts will overlap some!

Enjoy!

The Textual Concupiscence: Part Two

'Have you tried masturbation?' Upon reading that, Sheldon slammed his phone down against his thigh. It was not a topic he and Amy had breached yet and his face turned red and hot at the question. Not that he didn't touch himself— he did. More often than he would truly like to admit. Before Amy, before the emotions she had overwhelmed him with, he would do so regularly in order to keep his mind clear and to make sure his reproductive system was healthy.

When Amy sauntered into his life, with her glowing eyes and lively and brilliant mind, pleasuring himself became more regular, to the point of weekly. And when they moved in together…. More than once a week. It was a curse and a blessing at the same time… There were certainly times where he'd prefer to have more than just his hand…

His gaze scanned the room. He was in Leonard's apartment for dinner and luckily, none of his friends had noticed his glow red complexion or the rapid bouncing of his leg as he contemplated his answer. First off, he had no idea why Amy would ask such a thing, nor did he understand why she thought it was somehow related to sleeping…

That woman was an enigma...

He quickly texted her back and before he changed his mind, he pressed send and nearly tossed his phone onto the glass coffee table, 'Amy, I'm a 37-year-old male. Of course, I masturbate. What does this have to do with my inability to sleep?'

Amy replied almost immediately and he reached over to read, 'Have you masturbated to help you sleep?'

Sheldon shook his head, 'No. I always… take care… of myself in the shower in the mornings if I have the urge to.'

Sheldon paused and his curiosity piqued. Did Amy… his cheeks reddened even more and he tapped,'... Do you?'

An answer, and one which made his body respond almost automatically, 'In your words: Sheldon, I am a 35-year-old female. Of course, I masturbate. If you're referring to pleasuring myself as a sleep aid, then yes. Quite often.'

'I see…' He answered as he attempted to control his breathing. Luckily, his penis hadn't hardened completely, but if he were to stand up at that very moment, he'd have to answer some very uncomfortable and unwelcome questions...

Amy replied and Sheldon's cock twitched, 'What do you think about?'

Sheldon gulped. Of course, he only thought about Amy while… he cleared his throat and tried not to bring attention to himself. Penny and Bernadette were in the kitchen, doting on baby Halley while Raj, Howard, and Leonard were happily conversing, completely unaware that Sheldon hadn't said a damned thing for five minutes, 'You.'

As the text sent, his mind couldn't help but wander to those sinful thoughts… he had several fantasies involving Amy, but his favorite one was Amy in her lab coat. It was a fairly recent fantasy; one he only developed after his and Amy's brain bowl experiment. He wanted to bend her over her desk, lift her skirt and have his way with her as many times as his body would allow...

'What about me?' She texted and Sheldon quickly replied as he willed his body to calm down. A knock on the door made him jump and he nearly dropped his phone. Leonard opened the door and Sheldon sighed when he learned it was the delivery man bringing them their order. He looked back down at his phone and typed out the rest of his reply.

'Just you. Sometimes— most times— I'll think about you in your lab, in your lab coat talking science...' As true as that message was, he did omit some details.

'In my lab coat, huh?' She sent a winking emoji along with her text and while Sheldon hated them, he couldn't help but smile.

"Texting Amy?" Penny asked as she handed him his food.

Sheldon nodded and quickly put his phone down, "I am."

"How's she doing in Princeton?"

"Fine," Sheldon answered. He opened his take-out container and took a bit of his tangerine chicken, though he found he wasn't particularly hungry. He stuck his fork back into his food and gave Amy a hasty reply lest Bernadette (who was seated beside him) were to try and sneak a peek at what he was typing.

'Yes,' he texted, 'I love seeing you in a lab coat with your nose buried deep into your work. It's arousing.'

'What do you imagine me doing?'

'Woman… you're going to be the death of me…'

'I just said, talking science or being focused on your study.' Sheldon deflected. His erection had seemed to settle down, but he still wouldn't want to risk standing.

'I mean after. Do you imagine me doing anything… to you?'

Nevermind what he had just said. His cock nearly sprang to attention, and he shifted his legs in a way that would hide his arousal, 'That seems kind of personal.'

'You just told me you masturbate to the thought of me. I think we've already gone down that rabbit hole.'

Sheldon looked around the apartment. He had to get out of there. He took a deep breath and willed his body to obey him. He took another bite of food and stared at his phone. He should put a stop to this; reprimand her for texting him about something so personal and yet he wanted to tell her. He wanted to know what she thought about, too. Slowly, he stood from the couch and began walking towards the door until Leonard stopped him, "Everything okay, buddy?"

"Huh?" He turned to face the group. Everyone was staring at him, even Halley with her big, blue eyes and out of fear, he looked down. Luckily, his erection had softened entirely, but he still felt terribly exposed in front of his friends with what he had on his mind, "Oh, yes. Everything's fine."

"You haven't finished eating," Penny pointed out as she looked at his take-out box, "you only took two bites."

"I'm fine, really." He said, hoping his voice was convincing enough to fool his friends, "I'm just not hungry."

Howard smirked, "You miss Amy, don't you?"

Sheldon nodded, "Yes, I do," he said before lying, "I just find it hard to eat without her next to me."

Bernadette smiled sweetly and Halley spat out her pacifier to let out a coo, "We understand Sheldon," Bernie assured, "we miss her too."

Penny stood and grabbed his food container, "Just come back when you're feeling hungry, sweetie."

"Will do," Sheldon nodded and reached for the door's knob without averting his eyes away from the group. He left and almost slammed the door behind him. He rushed next door and sighed with his back pressed up against the door. He reached into his pocket and his face turned white.

He had forgotten his phone— unlocked— in 4A. He cursed his own forgetfulness, especially given the circumstances. It wasn't a big deal, he thought, he'd just run back in there, grab his phone, and come back. Easy peasy.

He turned around and let out a harsh sigh. Hopefully, his phone was able to lock itself… that is, unless, someone had picked it before then… and read what Amy had been texting him… He shook his head. His friends wouldn't do that. Well… Howard would, and Penny… maybe Leonard… Enough! They wouldn't look at his phone. He opened the door, rushed across the hall and walked in without knocking, which made Sheldon's eye twitch for a moment.

"My apologies," Sheldon said as went over to the couch and picked up with the phone, "Forgot my phone."

Before anyone had time to say anything, he nearly ran back out and into the safety of his own apartment. Everything seemed to be in order with his phone, so he assumed no one had read any of Amy's texts. There, he locked the door and went to the bedroom as he typed back to Amy.

'Sorry for my short absence. I had to figure out how to leave Leonard's apartment without seeming rude.'

He sent a second text as he sat down on his bed. The room still smelled of Amy on account of him spraying her perfume on her pillow every night to try and help him sleep, 'In regards to your question. I imagine you doing several things.'

Amy replied back, 'What kind of things? Describe them to me…'

'Amy…' He texted and his penis began growing once again. Without the anxiety of being caught with a hard-on, it grew until his pants felt uncomfortably tight. But he didn't type anything. His fingers were frozen in place. He feared Amy would judge him for his thoughts, as unlikely as it was. And while he was comfortable with sex and topics relating to such, he found it hard to talk to her about it— his own girlfriend whom he has sex with.

As he tried to will himself to respond, Amy sent, 'Do you want me to tell you what I think about?'

He pulled a face that could only be described as unargumentative and nodded to himself. He always knew Amy found him attractive, as he did her, and he always noticed— usually when he was shirtless or in a towel— her eyes would glaze over and her cheeks would flush. He always wondered what she taught about when she entered that trance-like state, 'It only seems fair if I'm going to be telling you what I think about while sexually aroused.'

It took Amy a few minutes to reply, but when she did, his jaw dropped, 'You, with your head between my thighs, pleasuring me and making me moan your name with nothing more than your tongue. You've only done it once, but I still haven't stopped thinking about how good your mouth felt against my flesh. It turns me on just thinking of you doing that again.'

It turned him on too. Very, very much so. He had done so as an experiment before she left for Princeton and he was skeptical at first, about putting his mouth… but he loved it, though not nearly as much as she clearly did. Her moans were loud enough to cause their downstairs neighbor to hit their ceiling (4B's floor) with a broom to keep them down, 'Oh my…'

'I also imagine pleasing you the same way. With my mouth wrapped around you and my tongue teasing you in ways that'll make you moan and lose control.' Sheldon groaned reading that and his free hand went over to his erection. He squeezed the head of it through his pants to try and ease the ache he felt there.

Sheldon didn't reply back to her for a few minutes, but when he did, her face turned red and her breath caught in her throat, 'I've thought about that too. More times than I care to admit.'

'Oh really?' Sheldon could practically read the smirk on her face. His eyes went to his crotch and he couldn't ignore the throbbing ache there. He could indulge himself, for the benefit of sleep, he reasoned, if masturbating could truly help him. He put his phone down on the bed for a quick second in order to unzip his pants. Once undone, he pulled his cock out from his briefs and nearly winced at how swollen and hard he was. Actually, it had been a while since he had touched himself in this fashion.

He grabbed his phone, 'Absolutely,' he replied as his teeth bit his lower lip as his hand began stroking his length, 'and right now I'm touching myself to the thought of that…'

'You're thinking of me giving you a blow job?' Amy asked and Sheldon blushed. He would prefer the term 'fellatio,' but now wasn't the time to correct her.

'Not just that,' he sent, he let out a soft groan as his mind began to wander.

'Oh do tell.'

'My erection buried deep inside of you.' Sheldon sent, which was entirely true. He shifted his position on the bed so his head rested comfortably onto his pillow. His right hand firmly on his phone while his left tended to his erection.

'Likewise… God, I miss have you inside me.'

'It's a magnificent feeling, isn't it?' Sheldon moaned as he imagined himself inside of her. Her on top of him, with her fingers caressing his chest hair as she ground against him. Her breasts gently bouncing with her motions as his hands reached up to cup them… He felt himself edging close already.

'It is. I have something to confess.'

'What is that?' Sheldon's hand slowed; he didn't want to orgasm just yet.

'I'm also touching myself. Right now.'

Sheldon dropped his phone onto his stomach and did his best to compose himself. Just the thought of Amy touching herself nearly sent him over. He removed his hand to calm himself down for a few moment before he picked up his phone and typed out, 'Vixen…'

'But I'm your vixen.'

'You are,' There was certainly no denying that, 'Is what we're doing referred to as phone sex?'

'Maybe. Though I think that refers to actually talking on the phone.'

'Very well then…' Sheldon licked his lips and sent a second text. While there was no doubt he would be able to orgasm from just reading texts from Amy, he wanted more than that. He wanted her voice, to hear her moan as she touched herself and told her fantasies, 'Call me.'

'What? Are you sure?'

'Very sure.'

Sheldon's phone rang a minute later and Amy's photo lit up the screen. He answered and instead of pressing the phone to his ear, he put it on speaker, "Hello."

"Hi…" Amy sighed into the receiver. It was clear the air had changed and Amy, seemingly more confident via text message, grew shy now that her voice would be the one saying such naughty things, "Sheldon, I'm sor—"

"Don't," Sheldon soothed. He wondered if Amy could hear how heated and desperate he was, "What are you thinking about right now?"

Amy took a deep breath and hesitated before she answered in a shaky voice, "You, deep inside me. Holding me close and moving hard and fast within me."

Sheldon groaned and his hand wrapped around his manhood once again. He squeezed the swollen head of his cock and gasped as he said, "I'm thinking about that too… I'm actually thinking of you on top of me. Grounding your hips against me and letting my hands roam your gorgeous body."

"We've never done it like that," Amy moaned softly and Sheldon grinned.

"I've always wanted to," Sheldon groaned and bucked his hips against his hand, "I find the thought of your naked body on top of mine to be the most," he paused as pleasure coursed through his body, making him lose his train of thought for a few seconds, "arousing thought."

"I thought the most arousing thought for you was me in a lab coat," Amy giggled before it melted into a pleasured gasp.

"True…" Sheldon sighed contently and quickened his hand, "maybe you could wear a lab coat while riding me… I'd very much like that."

Amy moaned and it shook Sheldon to his very core. Oh, what he wouldn't give to have her instead of his hand, "I'd like that as well… God, Sheldon… I love you."

"I love you too," Sheldon's breath began to quicken and he growled, "The things you do to me, you insatiable woman… I swear as soon as you're home, I'm going to make these fantasies of yours a reality."

"Sheldon… you're getting me close from just talking like that…"

Sheldon moaned and tilted his head back into the pillow. His eyes fell shut and and he whispered, "I can't wait until my face can be situated between your legs again, teasing your clitoris with my tongue and holding your hips down as I bring you to orgasm. I love how you taste…"

Amy whimpered and Sheldon delighted in how he could make her react that way by just talking to her. He knew his voice was smoother than molasses, but he never tested the strength his voice held over Amy.

"I also can't wait to feel you orgasm against my mouth before I slide my erection into you and make you scream my name until your voice is on the verge of giving out."

"Sheldon!"

"Amy," he licked his lips and shuddered. He was on the edge and his hand moved hard and fast around his cock, "come. Come for me." His voice was low, almost like a primal growl that even surprised himself.

Her scream, even through the phone over a thousand miles away, rang in his ears and echoed throughout the room. It set off a chain reaction as his own body went over the edge. His eyes rolled back and he let out a guttural moan as he came over his fisted hand. Drops of semen ran down and dripped onto the hem of his t-shirts and onto the exposed part of his briefs. He was silent for a minute or two, as was Amy. When his body settled and he was no long panting, he slowly sat up and grimaced at the mess he had made— there was a reason he did this particular activity in the shower. Thank god laundry night was sooner than later…

"Amy?" He only got a soft hum on the other end before her voice, raspy and almost whisper-quiet came through the speakers of the phone.

"Mmm… Yes, Sheldon?"

"Thank you." He said as he reached over to grab some tissues from his nightstand. He wiped off his dirtied hand and tossed the soiled tissue in the bin. His penis had softened completely and only left a soft, almost blissful ache from his orgasm. His lids began feeling heavy and while it wasn't even night time, he felt his mind beginning to shut down for sleep. A welcome feeling, considering he had been an insomniac while Amy was away.

"And thank you," she let out a soft groan, "I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I need to get ready for bed."

"Alright," Sheldon yawned as he said it and he wondered if he could just sleep naked. He was far too tired to go through his nightly routine— putting on pajamas included, "And Amy?"

"Yes?"

"Could we do that again? In the very near future?" He asked as he pulled off his shirts and kicked off his pants along with his briefs. With Amy on speaker phone, he was able to get out of his dirty clothes and beneath his blankets.

"Of course we can," Amy answered. Sheldon moved to place the phone on top of Amy's pillow as she said, "Are you about to sleep, too?"

"Perhaps," he yawned again, "Even when you're on the other end of the country you manage to drive me wild. You truly are a vixen."

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