"Breathe, Amy, I haven't even begun yet." Sheldon speaks into her shoulder, and Amy tenses further. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." She trembles. The rope binding her hands rub against her wrists. Sheldon lays a hand on her waist and she tries to squirm, but the bindings on her legs prevent her from moving. The towel is rough beneath her.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"No." Amy whines as Sheldon pulls away. She's open and exposed on the bed; naked flesh, shining with oil, and dark green rope provide an image Sheldon would be happy to take in if Amy were more comfortable.

"Are you nervous?"

"What do you think?" She asks back in a snappish tone. Sheldon sits next to her.

"I've little data; you haven't been talking to me." He takes a hand and softly traces an image across her stomach. Amy focuses in on that. "You mentioned trying this, and seemed very excited until I lit the candles."

"I am excited for it." Amy insists.

"You look like a greased pig waiting to be let out into an elementary school." Sheldon drawls accidentally. "Not like someone about to have a good time."

"I'm scared of it burning me, I guess." She confesses and Sheldon nods.

"It will hurt," he confirms

"I don't want scars."

"Okay." He soothes. "That's why we took precautions, right?" He's right. Amy knows this. She breathes out and tries to settle back into the moment.

A few more minutes of Sheldon tracing a landscape on her stomach and she is calm enough for him to fully take her in. He does. He's seen this woman naked many times at this point in their relationship, but each time something was new; a missed spot in shaving, longer hair, different patterns of goosebumps across her skin. This time, there is a smooth layer of oil on her skin to protect her. He meets her in a kiss before starting to move down to her chest.

"There are many other things I can do to you when I have you like this." He speaks to the valley between her breasts.

"I've witnessed a great many of them." Amy agrees, "but not what we have planned for today."

"That's true." Sheldon grips her hip loosely. "And I am excited at the new image you will become for me." He pauses. "Only if you want to and are ready."

"Mmm." Amy hums as Sheldon pulls away. She closes her eyes before slightly shifting on the bed and watching him.

Sheldon picks up a blue candle hesitantly. He brings it over to the bed and tips it so that it falls on his forearm. With a wince he yanks his arm back and a few drops land on the towel next to her. Amy licks her lips as she watches it harden. It seeps heat all around it and cools to a solid. How lovely the bite from an exothermic process. Sheldon stares at the blue mess on his arm.

"It hurts, Amy." He sounds like he's pouting. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes." Sheldon blinks, taken by the arousal in her tone.

"You really want this. Tell me why?"

"You want another explanation? Don't remember the last one?" She teases, but it fails to have an effect, as she's the one on the edge. She stares at the blue streak on Sheldon and is jealous. He's already gotten to do it. She arches.

"I like pain, closed and controlled pain." Amy starts as Sheldon moves the candle over her. He blows out the flame. "The anticipation of this is tingling. I know gravity, I know fluidics. I know it's going to fall and cool. I don't know just how much it will cool, but it won't be enough to stop the pain." Sheldon blows on the wax to cool it more. "I don't know how it will splatter on my skin. I don't know how much it will hurt." Sheldon watches her with a smile. "I don't know when you'll drop it." He tips the candle a slight bit, and wax pools on the edge.

"It's a safe soy candle, so I'm not worried about much, to be honest. I'm just eager to experience what it feels like."

A small tip, and the first drop falls from the candle to the left side of Amy's stomach. She arches with a soft cry; anticipation making the moment sweeter. Amy feels the burn of the wax. Feels it harden on her stomach. She is already panting.

"Explain the process." Sheldon lets another drop fall on the other side of her belly button, and Amy's breath is temporarily stolen.

"Soy candles melt at 135 degrees Fahrenheit." She rushes out. "Sitting in the candle, the top will cool a few degrees. Falling from a distance of a few feet, it can cool another 5 degrees. The lowest it will reach is 125 degrees Fahrenheit." She stares at the candle as Sheldon moves it

"Even 120 degrees can cause a burn." She blurts. Sheldon stills over her as he waits for her to continue. She squirms.

"What about when it touches your skin?" He asks as he lets another drop fall.

"Impact will cause it to splatter." She watches another drop fall. The sting isn't sharp anymore. Sheldon notices this. "At this distance, it won't splatter much, so the sting is concentrated." Sheldon reaches over to a red candle and blows it out. "It's an exothermic process; the heat will go into the air and go into my skin. It'll burn for a moment, and dissipate in my skin." Amy moans at the fresh sting of the red wax. Sheldon moves his arm down, creating a red line on Amy's side. Sheldon uses his other hand to help hold her still as she pants. Amy closes her eyes and whimpers.

"Good girl." Sheldon coos, "Can you do it again?"

"Yes," Amy throws her head back, "please." He makes another line on her other side. Amy thrashes, and the neat line turns into small streaks on her side. She lets out a low moan as she lies in bed, relishing the slow throb on her skin. Sheldon watches it harden on her skin. He sees the blue and red on top of each other and reaches over to the white candle.

"How are you doing?"

"Amazing," Amy purrs.

"Ready for more?"

"In a second." He blows out the white candle. He watches her until she nods again.

"Let me know if you want me to stop." Amy hums.

Sheldon slowly tips over the white candle between Amy's breasts. She pushes back into the mattress. Sheldon doesn't stop, slowing building a small puddle between her breasts. It spills down, covering the valley in white streaks. Amy moans out, a small sob escapes her and Sheldon almost pulls back, but he keeps going. Amy stays still but grabs the ropes holding her hands to keep her there. Her toes clench. When all of the wax from that candle is on Amy's chest, he puts it back in the tray with the other three candles; he black one still burning and building a wax puddle. Amy lets go of the rope as she pants, sending what wax hasn't dried everywhere. There is a tear in her eye which Sheldon wipes away.

"Too much?"

"Perfect." Amy lets another tear out, "the bite was so good." Sheldon blows out the black candle but leaves it in the tray. "My skin is tingling." She closes her eyes. Sheldon gets off the bed. "It feels so good."

"Want more?"

"No. I think I'm done. It's a bit of wax." Amy keeps her eyes closed, which allows Sheldon to stare at her in her artful mess. He moves to the foot of the bed as Amy's finger traces the rope her hand is bound with.

"Keep your eyes closed." Amy hums; she had no intention of opening them. She feels Sheldon's finger's go up her leg and is reminded of the massage he gave her earlier to get the oil on.

With her eyes closed, Amy is not expecting Sheldon's tongue on her clit. She lets out a gasp. Her arm tries to move to his head but jerks. She can't widen her legs. She can't move. It's so many stimulations at once; the rough towel beneath her, the hard wax pulling at her skin, the rope pulling at tender skin, and Sheldon's tongue beginning to take her apart.

"It's too much," she whines. Sheldon pulls back a little.

"Is it?" Sheldon asks, "or are you lying to me because it's a lot." Amy's breath comes out of her in one fell swoop. "I know you can handle it." Amy tosses her head when Sheldon slowly licks up her clit. "If you tell me to stop I will." He kisses her clit, "but I know you can handle it. It will be worth it."

Sheldon dives back in and Amy is lost to the sensation. Sheldon is right, she can handle it. Her arms pull at the ropes, part of the wax chips with her panting breaths, and her broken moans only fueled Sheldon to do more. Amy arches up into Sheldon who pulls back, uses his hands to firmly hold her down, and then goes back. Her orgasm rushes over her and she screams with it. "Oh God, please!" She begs, but she's not even sure what she's begging for.

Sheldon feels a surge of possessiveness that is not entirely like him, but also not unfamiliar. He pulls back after Amy finishes, but he knows he's going back in in just a moment. It is the only thing that sates him. He likes the sound of Amy screaming. He loves knowing that he brings her there. She turned into art before him, visually, audibly. She's a masterpiece; and he's going to use his tongue to take her apart. She stills the first time he licks her, then she thrashes. He holds her down as hard as he can. He wishes his fingers were clean so he could pump her as well, but his tongue is enough.

"Amy…"

"Yes!" She answers instantly, her hands gripping the rope again.

"Who's doing this to you?"

"What? You!" she's confused, but doesn't have the brainpower to think, then she groans, "Sheldon!"

"Say it again." He demands.

"Sheldon!" She gets out in a sobbing exhale.

"Mmm, that's my good girl." Amy doesn't know how she hasn't fallen apart yet, but her mind is blank, it's rising, crashing, soaring, drowning. Drowning. She tries to drown her sounds in the pillow. "No, scream for the world." Sheldon says. She does. She turns her head back to the ceiling and lets out a wail. "Such a good girl." He coos. "Say my name." She pants. She pulls. She screams.

"Fuck me!"

Sheldon pauses. Amy quivers.

"It'll take a while. I have to grab a condom, and untie your legs."

"I'll wait. Please!"

"Stay." Sheldon stands and moves to the bathroom. He washes his hands and then grabs a condom. He begins to untie her first leg, using his finger to gently tease her clit as he starts to pull the knot apart. He takes his other hand away to untie it, and then unties the second.

"I'm going to leave your arms tied up, okay?"

"Yes, please, Sheldon."

As he enters her, he watches for signs that the wax will drip onto the towel, and then he makes it his goal to dislodge the pieces.

…

Amy sits at the dinner table trying her best to focus on the conversation in front of her. She can't, because not only did she barely get cleaned up before they left to meet everyone, but she still feels wax residue on a few of the spots that were trickier to get off. She feels a scratch in her throat when she speaks, but her voice doesn't sound hoarse. When she shifts, she throbs where Sheldon isn't anymore. For his part, Sheldon doesn't seem distracted at all; he's going off about something while the servers are bringing their food to the table. Bernadette nudges her and she smiles, but she knows Bernadette can tell she's distracted. Amy picks up a fork as she looks at the pasta in front of her. She narrows in on Sheldon's voice.

"I don't see the point in arguing further. It's conclusive proof. Anything else is emotional nonsense. "

"Wow, Sheldon, if you and Amy were in a physical relationship, you would have just lost sex tonight." Howard chuckles awkwardly and Bernadette shoots him a glare as Penny laughs loudly. She slaps the table.

"Just the one night?" She adds and Leonard shrugs looking up at her. He then laughs. As the other two couples are looking at each other, Sheldon sends Amy a pointed, questioning, look, and she blushes.

Could she ever say no to Sheldon? Sheldon, who does such amazing things to her body whenever they meet for it? Her head shakes the tiniest bit before she focuses on her pasta and not combusting. Hoo! If she could only tell her past self to grab him sooner, she would in an instant. So many years they missed out on being physical, though Sheldon seems to be trying to move quickly enough to make up for it. She smiles into her water. She won't stop him. Her uterus doesn't need to clamp on to him and never let go, he'll always come back to her.

Bernadette's eyes catch the shake of the head Amy gives, and sees the question flicker off of Sheldon's face and she feels frozen to her chair. That was not elementary school awkwardness, or even high school hormones, that was full on flirting, dare she say eye sex. How? They've never-

"Then it's a good thing I'm not in a physical relationship with either of you." Sheldon responds and Bernadette's eyes shoot up, does that mean he's in one with Amy? She watches her friend with pointed eyes, waiting to make the kill. Is the Shamy doing the nasty?

While none of that makes sense in the slightest, it almost does.

Almost.