Greetings, fellow earthlings!

I put this story on a new title due to its M rating.

Also, I love the fact that Sheldon mentioned having Amy's tongue in his mouth. What a fun tidbit. I can imagine that they are a lot saucier that we see on the screen. LOL. Happy reading!

Sadly, I do not own The Big Bang Theory nor its characters otherwise we would have already seen those sex scenes that I only can imagine, like in this story.

"Why aren't you eating?" Leonard asked Sheldon.

The guys were having lunch at the cafeteria and Sheldon had been playing with his food without really eating it. He only ate the French fries so far which was weird since he usually so fussy about his nutrition intake, especially since marrying Amy. He seldom ate takeouts with the gang and preferred to eat Amy's home cooked meal at home because he said it was more beneficial for his brain and also tasted better. No one complained though, dinner without Sheldon's usual mean remarks and boring information was not something they would miss. Besides, Sheldon and Amy would join them later for the evening activities after dinner.

"There's onion on my burger and avocados on my salad," complained Sheldon.

"So? Just pick them then eat the food," said Howard.

"I can't. I still can taste and smell the onion, and I might accidentally eat the avocados," replied Sheldon, still playing with the food.

"You never complained about it before," said Raj.

"I just can't eat them today," replied Sheldon. "Or this Friday," he added.

The guys waited for him to explain further, however, he continued playing with his food. "Why not?" Leonard finally asked after a while.

"It's our coitus schedule and I have to be prepared. Onion has a strong taste and smell that can last which might ruin the mood, and Amy's allergic to avocados. What if she has an allergic reaction when my tongue is in her mouth because I had avocados for lunch?" Sheldon replied flatly.

Howard chocked on his food. Raj quickly tapped his back and handed him the bottle of water. Leonard sighed at his former roommate tendency of oversharing everything. It should not be surprising though since he kept them posted on his bathroom schedule.

"You have schedules for coitus?" Leonard asked but did not really mean it since he already knew the answer. Of course, he had. Sheldon had schedules for everything.

"I do."

"And Amy is alright with it?" Another polite follow up question. Of course, she was. She agreed to have sex once a year only on her birthday when they were still dating—it was more likely that she would agree to a more frequent schedule on coital activity after they were married.

"She wasn't at first. We had an argument on our honeymoon because of that. It was the first time we fought as a married couple," Sheldon replied, shrugging.

"Really? I didn't know that," said Leonard dumbfounded.

"I don't tell you everything, Leonard. I have Amy for that now," he scoffed. "Unless I need to complain about Amy to someone."

Leonard was about to argue but then he remembered that he just found out about Tam recently.

"It's actually not a bad idea. Maybe Bernie and I need to make a schedule as well. It's been hard for us to have some alone time because of the kids. And, now, Stuart and his girlfriend," said Howard. He shuddered a little at the thought of Stuart and Denise.

"Oh, maybe I can make the schedule for you!" replied Sheldon in excitement.

"No!" The other three guys screamed in unison.

"Fine. But I will say 'I told you so' complete with my haughty derision look when you come for help," he pouted.

"Anyway, how do you make Amy agree with you with the schedules?" Howard asked to divert the subject back to Sheldon's love life instead of his.

"She doesn't. She thought spontaneity is not bad and it would be okay to mix it up a little. However, she understood how schedules are important for me, so she said that I can make all the schedules I want but I shouldn't tell her about them," said Sheldon lovingly. Leonard noticed that his eyes grew softer every time she talked about Amy. "I created an algorithm that generates a pseudo-random schedule so that she won't know."

"That is genius. Therefore, you both get what you want; you get the schedules and she gets the 'spontaneity'," said Raj.

"I know," replied Sheldon smugly.

"What if she's not in the mood?" asked Howard.

"I always woo her to get her in the mood, but if she still says no, I'll adjust the schedule. If the lady says no, it means no. Although, she never said no. I mean, who can refuse to this," asked Sheldon replied, gesturing his hands up and down his body. "Which reminds me, I need you to drive me home a little early, Leonard."

"Why can't you ask Amy to do it?" Leonard groaned.

"It should be a surprise for her. She wants the spontaneity, remember? I have to prepare everything."

"You just need to shave and it's all good." Howard snickered.

Sheldon only shook his head. "I have the plan to cook her dinner and make sure everything's romantic," said Sheldon. "And FYI, I did shave this morning. See you at four, Leonard," he added, standing up and throwing his remaining untouched food on the bin.

"For someone like Sheldon, it is pretty romantic," said Raj.

"Why don't you drive him later then?" Leonard offered.

"Oh, no, thank you. Sheldon is your problem."

"Thank you for driving me, Leonard. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused," Sheldon said politely as they walked up the stairs.

"Did Amy make you say that?" asked Leonard. Sheldon said 'thank you' and 'sorry' a lot lately although Amy had to remind him sometimes.

"She did. Her exact words were 'Be careful. Don't forget to say thank you and sorry for the trouble to Leonard' when I informed her that I'll be leaving early with you."

Leonard often felt grateful for Amy's presence in Sheldon's life. He was becoming a lot more tolerable and although he still sometimes a pain in the ass, he had Amy to put him in place. "Well, you're welcome. I might do something romantic for Penny as well later. See you tomorrow," said Leonard as he closed his apartment's door.

Sheldon opened the door of his apartment's door and was greeted by an empty room. He took a deep breath and got ready.

Amy climbed up the stairs slowly. She had wished so many times that the elevator would be fixed soon. Or that Sheldon would not oppose so much to the idea of moving into a house just so she did not have to walk up and down three flight of stairs every day. She was hoping to order dinner since she felt pretty tired to prepare it herself. She also looked forward to a long bath afterward.

"Well, hello," Sheldon greeted her from the kitchen as she opened the door. He looked at his watch and said, "Right on time."

"Hi. Are you preparing dinner?" asked Amy, feeling grateful. She put her purse and jacket on the chair near the door. She walked to him to give him a quick hug and he gave a peck on her cheek. "Do you need any help?"

"I'm fine, thank you. I have prepared a bath for you. Why don't you have a relaxing bath while I finish this up," replied Sheldon, gently shooing her to the bedroom.

Amy did not argue. She was surprised to see that Sheldon had prepared everything when she entered the bathroom. He had filled the tub, put the bubble bath, and lighted her favorite candle. All Amy had to do was simply stripping out of her clothes and getting into the tub, which she did wholeheartedly. She sighed happily when the warm water greeted her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Sheldon was spoiling her and she was not going to complain. The last time he cooked her dinner and spoiled her they ended up making love.

Amy suddenly opened her eyes. She wondered whether it was possible that Sheldon did all that on purpose. She remembered that he made schedules for their lovemaking and it just came to her attention that each of their intimate bedroom activities always began with him being all sweet and romantic. True to his words, he never told her the schedules so everything always felt spontaneous to her.

Now that she knew his intention, Amy thought she could surprise him back. He hated surprises, but Amy had a feeling he would like this one.

Sheldon was just finished setting up the plates on the dining table when he heard the light steps of Amy entering the room. He quickly turned to greet her. "Did you have a pleasant bath? I hope you're…" His voice trailed off when he saw her. "Starving," he finished his words meekly.

Stood before him, Amy Farrah Fowler in a red silk nightgown he never seen before. It was a spaghetti strap one that stopped in her mid-thighs, a lot shorter than her usual ones. The low-cut showed a lot of her cleavage, left so little to the imagination—not that he needed to, he remembered each and every single curve of her body. Still, he could not stop looking at her.

"I hope you don't mind I'm wearing this. I thought that since I've taken a bath, there's no point in changing into my daily clothes," she said innocently. She could see the effect the nightgown she wore on Sheldon. And clearly, this time he liked her surprise.

"Is that new?" he asked, gulping.

"Yes. I just bought it last week. Do you like it?" Amy did a twirl. The action gave him a glimpse of a matching red underwear she wore.

Sheldon opened his mouth but found he had lost his words, so he only nodded eagerly.

His reaction gave Amy a boost of energy, she no longer felt tired or hungry. Well, she was hungry but not for food.

She walked slowly to him. When she was in front of me, she took a step closer, causing her chest to press just slightly on his. He just watched her and felt like he was unable to move.

"I know you've prepared dinner but I was wondering if we could have dessert first," she said, looking up.

That position gave Sheldon the first-class view of what Amy was hidden under her nightgown. Again, Sheldon found himself unable to talk so he just nodded.

"You know I need your verbal consent," she said, running her finger on his exposed forearm causing his whole body to tingle.

"Yes," he managed to say.

A smile lit up her face. She held onto his arms and stood on her tiptoes. Sheldon understood the cue. Placing his hands on her waist, he met her lips in the middle. Their tongues quickly danced around each other. He felt she completely leaned her body on his, her mounds pressed hard on his chest. He gripped her waist tighter. His brain told him to go to the bedroom but the couch was closer, so he led her there, still kissing her. Amy let out a delighted squeal when he carefully dragged her to his lap.

They continued to kiss. His hands were busy touching and caressing her body. He pulled the straps of her nightgown aside and started kneading the flesh underneath. When kissing her lips was not enough, he started kissing her neck and working his way down to her hard nipples. Amy moaned and arched her back, lifting her breasts to him. He welcomed it, greedily licking and toying the peaks with his mouth and hand at the same time—alternating to each breast, giving the same attention to each one. Amy was grinding herself hard on him. He would had already lost it if it were not for the pants he still wore, which reduce the effect of the friction just a little. He let Amy had her moment while still giving her the attention she needed until she writhed around and screamed his name in pleasure. He released her nipple from his mouth and pulled her to rest on him. Amy's breath was rapid on his neck, he stroked her hair until her breath became steady.

"The door is not locked," he said, breaking the silence.

"Is that what you're thinking right now?" she mumbled on his neck.

"I'm thinking I don't want anyone to interrupt our evening. You know how our friends slash neighbors could be, they never knocked."

Amy chuckled. "To be fair, we often barge in as well."

"Yes, but I don't want any of them seeing you like this."

"Like what?" she sat, sitting up.

Sheldon looked her body up and down, stared longer on her chest. "Like this."

Amy looked down and realized that her nightgown was pulled down to her waist, no longer covering her upper body. She was about to fix it and pull the strap back when he stopped her hand.

"Could you leave it like that?" he asked. "And maybe, lock and deadbolt the door?"

Amy nodded. She climbed down off of him and did as he asked. Still, bare-chested, she walked back to him and stood in front of him. "Do you want him to take it all off?" she offered.

"Just, um, leave it like that, please? I love to see the color on your body," he said sheepishly.

His bashfulness despite what they had done not a minute ago turned her on all over again. She looked at his eyes as it grew wider when she knelt down between his legs. He gasped when her fingers brushed on his erection when she unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants. He lifted his bottom slightly as she pulled down both his pants and underwear at the same time. She let them pooled down on his ankles and Sheldon did not have the time to care as she took him in the mouth.

He groaned and involuntarily closed his eyes. He quickly opened his eyes back and looked down because he needed to see Amy. The view was magnificent. He watched as his manhood emerged and disappeared in her mouth. He cried softly as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft—he felt like he was going to explode.

He stopped her before it was over because as much as he enjoyed it, he wanted—no, he needed—to feel Amy. He grabbed her hand and led her to stand, then carefully pulled down her underwear but let the nightgown on—he was not kidding when he said he loved the color on her, the contrast of red on her pale skin was amazing.

He guided her down to sit on his lap and kissed her hard. He did not care where her mouth was thirty seconds ago, he just had to kiss her. Their lips parted for a moment when she tried to pull his t-shirts, he helped her and took off both of his t-shirts carelessly and threw them on the floor. They resumed the kiss until Amy took the initiative to explore his neck and chest. It drove him mad. He pressed her body close, their lower parts were free from any barrier, her core rubbing against his member.

Amy then lifted herself using his shoulders as a grip. Sheldon put his hand on her waist to keep her steady and the other hand on his shaft to keep it in place. She slowly lowered herself. Moans filled the room. Amy started rocking herself up and down, slowly at first. Her pert breasts bounced with each movement. Sheldon reached one of them with his mouth, lightly nibbling the peak. Amy moaned, her movement turned faster. The sensation was almost too much for him and he was not sure if he could hold it any longer. He moved one of his hand and reached the nub that always drove her crazy then started to rub it vigorously. It was not long until he felt her wall tightened and she screamed his name in ecstasy. Sheldon soon followed her, releasing himself inside her with a loud groan on her neck.

They stayed like their position for a moment, catching their breath.

"You're ruining my plan," Sheldon broke the silence. His tone let her know that he did not mind actually.

"Thanks to this new nightgown," Amy muttered. She nuzzled her face on his neck.

He stroked her back lovingly. "It's not only the nightgown. It's you. The nightgown is a plus point."

"Yeah, it's a good thing I bought it before our coitus schedule." Amy slowly detached herself from him and stood. She winced a little at the sensation before fixing her nightgown.

"You knew today's the schedule?" he said in surprise. He stood and put back his pants.

"Well, you always prepared a romantic dinner for me every time we have sex. You did it again this evening, so I put two and two together. Honestly, I was pretty nervous walking out of the bedroom wearing this. Imagine I was wrong, that would be embarrassing," she chuckled.

"It would have ended with the same result. There's no way I could resist that." Sheldon stared at her bending down to take his undershirt on the floor.

"Yeah, but I know how you are with schedules. I can't risk it." She handed it to him and he quickly wore it despite he was not a big fan of wearing the same clothes he had worn before.

"Amy, I know I have prepared schedules for lovemaking. But that doesn't mean you don't have a say at all."

"I hope you're not saying that because I'm still wearing this," said Amy, pointing to the revealing nightgown she wore.

"Of course not."

"Hey, hey! My eyes are up here," Amy replied, snapping her fingers.

"Of course not," Sheldon repeated after averting his gaze from her body to her face.

She chuckled. Still holding his t-shirt in her hand, Amy decided to wear it since she felt a little chill. Sheldon did not seem to mind. "Let me get myself clear. Are you saying that I can ask to have a coitus with you even though it's not on your schedule?" she asked, to which Sheldon nodded. "Do I have to tell you twenty-four hours beforehand about it?"

That sounded like a trick question to Sheldon. He knew Amy was not a big fan of scheduled coitus, that was why she told him to keep it to himself. However, she was smart and she quickly picked the signs. Soon, it would no longer felt that spontaneous to her. He realized he had to compromise. "I-I guess a little spontaneity isn't that bad. Just, please, be patient with me. I'm still learning to get used to this."

Her face softened. "Oh, Sheldon. I promise I will not push you. This is new to me too," she said, rubbing his arms softly.

"I love you." He gave a peck on her lips.

"Love you too. So, dinner?" Amy asked.

"What? We're not animals, Amy. Shower first," he replied, leading her to the bathroom.

There will be another chapter related to this story, at least that's the plan. LOL.

Thank you for reading. A little kind word would be lovely.