A/N: Hi everyone! I was rewatching The Cooper/Kripke Inversion earlier this week and a little plot bunny was born from the tag scene. This mini-fic is going to be made up of three chapters and (losely) use inspiration from Kripke's three questions to Sheldon. There's not going to be much plot, tbh. The scenes will be unrelated, it's mostly just an excuse to write Shamy porn. (Because who doesn't like Shamy porn, am I right? Apart from Shenny shippers, I mean?)

I should tell y'all now: this is the first time I've ever written somewhat graphic sex. If it comes off as awkward, that's why. I hope it's not too jarring though. Also, as usual: not a native English speaker, and this is unfortunately un-betaed. I apologize for any mistake you might find here. Now on to the sex.

I. "Gave it to her good?" "No, I gave it to her well."

"Sheldon, I would like to discuss something with you," Amy says as he just undid the last button on her cardigan.

"Now?" he asks as he kisses her throat, and Amy, distracted by the feeling of his lips against her pulse, is tempted to follow his lead and bring it up later. However, if her friends were right, there is a lot of good to be said about what she wants to bring up, and she gently pushes her boyfriend away.

"Amy..." he whines, and she can't help smirking – how the mighty have fallen, Doctor Cooper.

"Now, now, Sheldon. I think you might find what I have to talk about of high interest."

Sheldon, however, doesn't seem to agree. "Not when you turned me into a ball of basic urges, you vixen," he growls, and even after almost three months of sexual intimacy, it still startles her a little, the power she can have over him. "You can't just show up to Date Night wearing that and expect to get away with it, little lady."

Amy rolls her eyes, although a smile gives away her playfullness, and she scolds him. "I'm wearing a cardigan, Sheldon. Nothing you haven't seen me wear a million times before."

"I don't mean the cardigan, Amy. I mean the Flash tee-shirt underneath it."

Amy shrugs. "Don't forget your tee-shirts at my place, next time. I won't end up wearing them."

"Or maybe I will," Sheldon whispers, and he dives in for a kiss. Amy lets him kiss her, even opening her mouth when she feels his tongue ask for entrance. Only when he starts taking her cardigan off her shoulders does Amy remember that she wanted to bring up something.

"Sheldon!" she protests, breaking their kiss and pushing his hands away. "I said I want to discuss something first!"

"First?" Sheldon says, perking up. "And then we can...?"

"Yes, we can."

Sheldon sighs and sits straight in his spot. "Fine, then," he says, and Amy suddenly loses her nerve. She's not really sure how to bring it up, especially since Sheldon is already reluctat to even say these words. She's not even asking for "make love," just hearing him say "have sex" would do it. She'd probably even settle for "have coitus", in all honesty. Anyhting but the heavy, pregnant silence he chooses every time he mentions about what happens behind their bedrooms doors.

Amy almost chickens out, almost says "nevermind," but she decides to put the blame of her next words on her scientific curiosity.

"Well," she says. "Penny said something during our last Girl's Night, and I must say it sparked my interest."

"Penny? Really? Are you trying to get me soft, Amy?"

Amy burts into a fit of giggles at Sheldon's annoyance, but she quickly catches herself – now is not the time, not with the topic she has in mind. "Now, now," she says. "I think you might find it interesting." He is getting impatient, and she suddenly finds it unbearable to look into his big, blue, hungry eyes. Biting down on her lips, she looks away, her eyes finding the empty spot that had once been host to Leonard's desk.

"Well," she finally breathes. "She mentionned that dirty talk really helped bring back the spark that had been gone in her sexual encounters with Leonard since Hector's birth."

There's a silence that lasts for what seems to be a million years, and then Sheldon asks, "Excuse-me?"

Amy finally looks back at him, and finds a confused face. "I know it may be awkward to discuss, as Leonard is your best friend, but... Penny said they were having trouble getting back into a satisfying physical intimacy after months of pregnancy and short nights because of the needs of their young infant, and she said that one day, she tried dirty talk and that it worked."

There's another silence, even longer than the one before, and then Sheldon asks, his voice breaking and his eyes afraid "Do I fail to please you?"

Amy suddenly feels herself getting red, embarrassed by the implications she gave to her words without meaning to, and she blurts out "Gosh, no! No, that's not what I meant, not at all!" She grabs both his hands in hers, kissing his fingers, and she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Sheldon. I didn't know... I simply thought it was best to bring up the context in which Penny, Bernadette and I ended up talking about dirty talk. I didn't want to... Gosh, I'm so sorry!"

She's rambling, now, and it's only when Sheldon kisses her hands too that she can stop and release a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. "It's okay, Amy," he says, even though his voice still sounds a bit shaky.

"Gosh," Amy says, "I was just... It's just that Bernadette said she likes it when Howard talks dirty, too, and I thought..." Amy looks up at the ceiling, takes a deep breath, and finally whispers "I thought maybe we could try."

There's a third silence, and then Sheldon says "Us? Dirty talking?"

"I know, it's not really our style..." Amy says. What was she thinking? Their lovemaking is usually slow and silent, saved for a few grunts here and there. Even three months in, she still tries her best to muffle her cries when Sheldon brings her to orgasm. Sighing, she looks at him again, ready to apologize and ask him to forget the whole idea. But when her eyes meet his again, she realises... he's not opposed to the idea.

"No, it's not," he says. "But I'm a scientist, and it is in my nature to conduct a series of experiments to verify Penny's hypothesis."

Amy shily smiles at him. "Really?" she says, and Sheldon shrugs.

"Why not?"

It seems effortless as she flungs her arms around him and kisses him full on the mouth, Sheldon's hands finding their place on her hips, but a few minutes later, when they've taken it to his bedroom (nevermind that he lives alone, now, he still won't love her anywhere that's not his or her bed), when she's sprawled naked on Sheldon's duvet, her hair spilling onto his pillows, when he's kneeling between her legs, delicately unwrapping his condom, it's not as easy anymore.

"So, hm," he says once the condom is securly in place "how do you suggest we...?"

"Well," Amy says, trying not to look at his distracting chest or at his erect penis, "I... Penny said..."

"No," Sheldon interrupts her. "Absolutely not. You are never to bring up Leonard and Penny's intimate life when we are in bed."

His face is crunched up in disgust, and Amy can't help it – she starts giggling again. Except that this time, she doesn't stop herself, and it sort of relieves the tension. Sheldon's face breaks into a smile, too, and he brings his hands to her knees, massaging soothing circles into her skin. Amy feels her breath coming short, because this is Sheldon's ritual – he always starts by carressing her knees.

"I guess," he whispers, "I guess we'll figure it out."

"Yes," Amy answers, her voice as low as his, for he sundenly lowers his body onto hers and starts kissing her throat again. It's been three months since they lost their virginity to each other, and Amy probably won't ever get tired of feeling Sheldon's naked skin against hers. Truth be told, she might love the foreplay more than she does actual intercourse. There is something to be said about Sheldon covering her with kisses, his fingers lazily trailing across her skin – it's like she's a goddess, somehow, and he is the priest honouring, adoring his deity.

As Sheldon's fingers carress the sides of her breasts, his thumb flickering across her nipples, Amy's own hands move up and down his back. She loves it very much, the way he shivers every time her fingers runs up and down the length of his spine, and the way his breath quickens in her ears when she allows herself to move her hands lower and lower, until they're cupping his bottocks.

"I love you, Amy," he gasps in the crook of her neck when she moves one of her hands to his penis, timidly caressing him through the latex with her fingertips, and she feels her heart swell.

"I love you too," she whispers, and then she realises that this is not how dirty talk works. Deciding that it is now or never, she lets go of his sex, ignoring his disappointed groan as she does so. Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she pushes him away until she has enough space to be able to flip their positions over. Sheldon is now lying on his bed, Amy on her knees between his legs, the latex-covered of him resting against her thighs. They've never done it like that – with Amy on top – and she's suddenly a little nervous, but the way Sheldon looks at her, like he can't quite believe that they belong to each others, like he can't quite believe how lucky he is makes her feel loved and beautiful and powerful, so she places her entrance just above the tip of his sex and oh so slowly lowers herself onto him. Sheldon's body arches off the bed just as Amy finally takes all of him inside of her, his eyes closed, his head thrown back on his pillows in pure bliss. Amy loves this sight, she loves having the knowledge that Sheldon can come undone just because of her, of the tight pressure of her walls around his shaft, and most of all, she loves that when she doesn't start moving back up again, his eyes slowly open, a hungry light in them.

"Amy," he whines, and he tries to bring his hands to her hips to move her above him, but Amy grabs them before he has the chance to touch her.

"No," she whispers as he whimpers. "I make the rules, tonight." She bites down on her lips, still a little unsure about how to procede, but after a few seconds, she decides that instead of moving up and down his penis, she would rotate her hips around him.

"Amy," he growls. "Good Lord!"

The friction is exquisite, and Amy throws her own head back, too, her long hair tickling the small of her back. "Oh gosh," she breathes. "This is amazing."

"You're amazing," Sheldon answers, and Amy doesn't need to look at him to know that he's looking up at her, his eyes raking over her body. That's when she decides to take her chance – that's when she decides to talk dirty.

"Am I giving it to you well?" she asks in a voice that she tries to make bossily sexy and sexily bossy, but she knows the moment the words escape her mouth that she failed. Sheldon bursts out laughing beneath her, and Amy joins him a second later.

"God," he says, "dirty talk really isn't us," and Amy lowers her upper body to kiss him on the mouth, his hands still trapped in hers, sandwiched between their two stomachs.

"Shh," she whispers against his lips, pretending to be offended. "I can be a very dirty girl if I want to, Sheldon."

She knows he's right, though – they're not like the type of couple who will cry out the F-word during sex. But she likes it that way, and she likes it even more when Sheldon kisses her and then whispers into her ear "Forget about the dirty – you're the most sexy prim and proper woman I have ever met."

That does it – suddenly, Amy finds herself determined to reach climax and to bring Sheldon to his own. She sits back up and finally starts moving up and down the length of him. There's only whimpers and groans, now, the way their intercourse always is – understated, soft, loving. It's not intercourse, really, never has been – it's just lovemaking, pure and unbridled, because, gosh, she really does love Sheldon, and he makes her feel loved like never before.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it, I may post the next chapter sometime next week if I have the time before my holiday. If not, it'll be after the 10th of July. Constructive criticism is most welcome!