Greetings, fellow earthlings!

There are already some fanfics about Amy measuring Sheldon's mole so I thought why not make it the other way around.

Sadly, I do not own The Big Bang Theory nor its characters otherwise Shamy's coital tally would already reached four thousand instead of just four.

Sheldon and Amy were cuddling on the couch, the television was on. It was Amy's turn to choose the program to watch. She was being considerate and chose a documentary about skin cancer which while terrifying, they both enjoyed.

"This documentary makes me feel like a hypochondriac," Amy said releasing herself from Sheldon after the show was over.

"Why? Are you having any symptoms? Should I be worried?" Sheldon asked with concern.

"I recently noticed that I have a mole on my shoulder. The documentary freaked me out a little but I'm sure it's nothing," she said discarding the popcorn bowl to the sink. "I'm very self-conscious about it I decided to call it a beauty mark."

"If you want I can check it for you," replied Sheldon.

"Really?"

"Well, better be safe than sorry."

She saw Sheldon's logic and agreed.

"Good. Please, get the measure and let's get this started," Sheldon said.

Amy did as he told and went back to her seat.

"Now, take off your tops," he said calmly.

"Wh-what?"

"Well, I can't check it if you're still wearing those layers."

"O-okay," she said nervously. She never undressed other than in the bedroom and bathroom. The thought of doing it in the living room made her excited and nervous at the same time.

Still, she started to unbutton her sweater and then her blouse. She did that slowly, too slowly. When the sweater and blouse were off, she wondered if she should take off her undershirt as well. She looked at Sheldon and it seemed that he still waited for her to finish, so she took off her undershirt.

Thankfully, Amy wore her pale blue lacy bra. One of her decent ones.

She thought she saw Sheldon gulped but she was not sure.

"Aren't you going to fold them?" Sheldon said hoarsely.

Amy nodded and started to fold the clothes on her lap one by one then put them on the coffee table. Sheldon did not tear off his gaze from her the entire time.

"Which side?" he asked.

"What?"

"Which shoulder?"

"Oh, um, right."

He nodded and took the measure Amy took earlier. Amy turned around to give him a better access her right shoulder.

"I'm going to pull the strap a little to measure it. Is it okay?" he said softly, tucking her hair to her other shoulder.

"Y-yes." She shivered and wished that Sheldon did not notice the goosebumps on her skin when he pulled her bra strap.

She was almost overwhelmed feeling the cold of the measure tape and the warm of Sheldon's hands on her naked shoulder.

"I don't think it's something you should be worry about, Amy Farrah Fowler," he said close to her ear.

She felt him inhaling deeply as if smelling her. She was thankful that she was turning the other way, otherwise Sheldon would definitely notice her hardened nipples.

Amy's skin was so soft and she smelled intoxicating. Sheldon could clearly see the goosebumps on her skin caused by his touch. He inhaled closer, his nose almost touched her bare skin. From his position, he could see the nipple of her right breast peeked through the bra.

Her breathing became rapid, as was his. He then felt the need to feel more, he ran his hands from her neck through her shoulders. He moved closer so her back touched his chest.

"Amy," he whispered. His lips grazed her earlobe.

Amy gasped but did not move. Her hand clenched the couch pillow. She almost lost it. Sheldon ran his hands through her second most erogenous ball-and-socket joint.

Sheldon closed his eyes, still inhaling her scent, enjoying the sensation.

"Amy, can I kiss your neck?" he asked softly.

Amy only nodded.

Sheldon placed little peck of kisses around her neck, but then he grew bolder. The peck turned into a long kiss as he was tasting her. Amy tasted wonderful. He thought he could do that forever. Amy was moaning and it stirred something in his stomach.

He turned her gently to face him. His lips met hers, this time not so gently, but Amy was ready. She welcomed him and soon their tongues danced, tasting each other. Amy's hands grabbed his hair, the other rubbing his chest.

Sheldon's hands were busy touching the naked part of Amy's body as much as he could. From her neck, to her shoulders, down to her waist. Their chests crushed against each other.

Suddenly, Amy pulled away.

"I will take off my bra if you take off your shirts," she said out of breath.

He did not need to be told twice. He quickly pulled off both of his shirts at once and threw them on the floor, did not even care to fold them.

Amy ran her hand on his bare chest, combing the hair with her fingers.

She was still on her bra but Sheldon was not going to insist. Suddenly she stopped and looked at him in the eye. Her pupils dilated. Slowly, her hands reach to her back, causing her back to arch. She snapped off her bra and threw it on the floor. It landed on the pile of his shirts.

Looking at Amy with no barrier from her waist up, Sheldon could only groan. Her chest was raising and falling rapidly, and it made her breasts looked more inviting.

"Can I touch them?" he asked cautiously.

Amy chuckled. Even after all this time, Sheldon always asked her permission for every little thing he did with her body. "Yes."

Once his hands touched her mounds, both of them moaned. He squeezed them a little to see her reaction, it was not disappointing. She instantly arched her back, then she pulled him to her, crashing their lips together. Sheldon's hands still caressing her breasts, feeling the nipples got harder. He teased and fondle them making her moan louder.

Sheldon sat up on the couch, patting his lap invitingly. Amy understood. She stood to sit on his lap. However, her skirt made it hard to do so. She sighed in frustration and carelessly unbuttoned her skirt, taking it off. Sheldon jaw dropped as Amy Farrah Fowler stood in front of him only in her underwear. Amy silently grateful for skipping the tights that evening.

Sheldon caressed her naked thighs. "You're beautiful, Amy Farrah Fowler. And I'm not only saying this because you're standing in front of me almost naked."

She grinned then jump on his lap, straddling him.

She kissed him hard, rubbing her chest on his. Sheldon's hands were on her bottom, caressing, squeezing. His lips suddenly caught her nipple.

"Oh, Sheldon," she moaned. Unconsciously rubbing her core to his manhood. Sheldon did not stop his assault, alternatively changed to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. His hands were still on her bottom, squeezing harder, encouraging her to move faster. Until Amy finally screamed his name riding in orgasm.

She plopped down her body on his, nuzzled her face on the crooked of his neck, trying to catch her breath.

"Are you alright?" Sheldon gently asked. His hands rubbed her naked back.

"Uh huh. Can you give me a moment?" she said, not moving from his lap.

"Sure. Take all the time you need." Amy could feel him places a kiss on top of her head.

They both stayed right there for a moment, until Sheldon felt Amy kissed her neck. He felt her tongue and teeth gently nibbled his neck, then his chest.

Sheldon could not help but groan when her lips darted around his nipple. He saw Amy looking at him as if finding out if he enjoyed it, and boy, he did. Amy became bolder and attentively licking each of his nipples. But she did not stay long, as her kiss moved lower and lower.

Before he knew it, she was on her knees on the floor, trailing kisses on his belly button, brushing the hair on his lower abdomen.

Her fingers fiddled with his pants button, she looked up at him, asking for permission.

"Are you sure?" he asked. After all, the last thing he wanted was Amy to feel uncomfortable.

"Yes."

Sheldon gulped before he nodded. Amy grinned wide and excitedly proceeded to unbutton his pants. He lifted his body to help her to get rid of the pants.

Seeing Sheldon sat on the couch only in her white brief, a 'hoo' escaped from Amy's lips before she quickly put her hand on her mouth. Sheldon smiled and took her hand from her lips and placed it on his thigh. He wanted her to touch him badly but he did not want to push her as well.

Amy seemed to have the same idea as she playfully rubbed her hands on his thighs and moved closer to its destination. When her hand finally touched him, a growl escaped from his lips. She smirked and continued touching him. She traced the line of his manhood over the brief, then became bolder and rubbed it harder.

"Oh, dear Lord!" Sheldon could not help but closed his eyes.

His eyes opened wide when he realized Amy was touching his erection under the brief. She spread his precum through his length up and down. The sensation was almost too much, let alone the fact that she was topless and he could see her mounds bounced by each movement she made.

"Amy, I'm about to..."

"Come for me, baby," Amy said increasing her speed.

Sheldon let go, screaming Amy's name.

When he came back down, he found Amy with a wet towel in her hand. She did not say anything and started to clean the mess off of his body.

She went to discard the dirty towel and washed her hands, then grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and handed one to him. Sheldon took it and quickly finished the water. They were both still in their underwear.

Sheldon eyed her up and down. Even if he just found his released, he seemed could not get enough of her.

"Fancy a shower, Dr. Fowler?" he asked.

She smirked. "That sounds lovely, Dr. Cooper."

They walked hand in hand to the bathroom.

Sure, their coital tally at the moment was four. But there were other stuffs they did that Sheldon would never mentioned to Leonard.

This turned out to be dirtier than I expected.

Anyway, thank you for reading. A review would be nice.