Set during S8E15 The Comic Book Store Regeneration. What if Sheldon handled his anger and jealousy towards Amy and Barry Kripke working together a little differently?

A/N: slightly out of character. Please note the rating.

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This starts at the opening scene of S8E15 The Comic Book Store Regeneration. Some dialogue directly from the show; I do not own this.

"Anyway, thanks again. Cooper, suck eggs." And with that, Barry Kripke exited the laboratory.

Sheldon had been affronted during the entire exchange between his professional rival Barry, and his long term girlfriend Amy. Bringing her a bottle of wine because of her brilliant insights in string theory, no less. As if Amy needed the confirmation. Least of all from Kripke.

Unable to hold in his anger an longer, Sheldon turned to his girlfriend with his eyebrows raised. "Since when do you help out Barry Kripke?"

Amy seemed undisturbed by the tone of his voice as she began to explain to Sheldon that she'd just been helping out a fellow scientist. While she was explaining however, her thoughts drifted away. How dare he speak to her that way? He was accusing her of handing out her math on street corners, like a woman of ill repute. Now, it were her anger levels which were rising. This idiotic rivalry was something that needed to be out of the way anyway. This would have been a good start. Leave it up to Sheldon to be petty about this.

"You're being petty."

"I'm being petty? You know Barry and I have a professional rivalry. He told me to suck eggs!"

Amy had sat down at her desk and picked up a pencil to continue her work. Sheldon did not appreciate her unwillingness to support him in this. Did she not see that this behaviour was completely unacceptable? He could not tolerate her working with one of his top-ten enemies. He turned away and walked into the hall way, intending to either go back to his office or to take a minute to calm himself down.

As he stood in the doorway however, he decided differently. He reached for the door and closed it silently. Looking at the lock, he debated his next actions. He was still fuming internally. How could Amy do this to him? She was his girlfriend after all. Had he not asked her to be his, to avoid situations like this one? The whole point had been to reel her in, as it were. To let the world know that she was not available for other men. Apparently Amy needed reminding of this. I'd better lock the door as well, he figured.

At the sound of the door locking, Amy looked up from her work. She regarded Sheldon quizzically.

"Sheldon?"

Sheldon turned around and hooked his hands behind his back, opting his best condescending professor look. It always worked when he lectured people, a thing he did quite often. He began to walk slowly towards her.

"It seems as though we need to re-establish some of the parameters of our relationship agreement, Amy."

Amy gave him a look of derision. She had known Sheldon to exaggerate, but this was going a bit far. It pissed her off, quite frankly.

"Oh really? And what would those parameters be?" she asked, in her most sarcastic voice. He would never notice it anyway, but perhaps today he might.

He had reached her desk now, and looked down at her as he contemplated how to do this. The last time he felt he had to discipline her, had been over a year ago. She had behaved admirably in the months that followed, surprisingly. Sometimes Sheldon wondered why. She seemed to have enjoyed it, him touching her, albeit not in a loving way. Or maybe – just maybe – she liked him spanking her? Sheldon was no fool, he was, in his own words, familiar with everything. Leonard and Penny had given him a book about sex and whatnot, which had even covered a part on people 'getting off' on pain, being restricted in their movements and being dominated. After his attempts to discipline Amy, the thought that she might be one of the people who was into that often came to him.

That thought came to him most often in the shower, during his monthly masturbation sessions. But that was neither here nor there, he figured.

"Those parameters being that you –" he spoke accusingly, "are committed to me. I have a signed, binding agreement to prove it. Given the fact that you blatantly neglected everything you signed for in that document, by your so called 'helping' Kripke, I have come to the conclusion that I need to remind you."

Amy blinked owlishly up at him. He really had lost his marbles this time.

"Sheldon, what are you –"

He interrupted her, raising his voice for good measure. As he started to walk in a half circle around her.

"Amy Farrah Fowler, do you not agree with me, that by helping Kripke – even if it is for the advancement of science – you have violated section 9, article 3, sub section C of the Relationship Agreement, stating that 'the girlfriend or boyfriend will inform one another of notable social interactions with a member of the opposite sex – if said member can be seen a threat to the status which this document represents – no later than 48 hours after the event has occurred'?"

He raised one of his eyebrows at her. Moments like these were the best. He and his eidetic memory had bested her. He knew it, and she knew it. She could never deny that Barry was a threat to their status as a couple. He was a slimy, cunning man and Sheldon hated him. She knew this. He had told her about the radio interview, which Barry and his helium had ruined. He had told her about his attempts to befriend him years ago, going rock climbing no less, all of it being in vain. She had even comforted him when they had to work together for crying out loud!

Besides all that, Kripke was under the illusion that Sheldon and Amy had a very active sex life. What if Kripke were to make a comment on this to Amy, during their little clandestine meetings? He would have so much explaining to do. He'd never hear the end of it. No, it was for the best that they never speak to each other again without his presence.

Amy opened her mouth to retort. She had only skimmed through the agreement the night she signed it, being far too happy to finally be asked to be Sheldon's girlfriend. The agreement was riddled with ambiguity; there were no specifications as to what counted as a 'notable interaction' or 'a threat' for instance. She planned on telling him so.

"Actually, Sheldon –"

His eyebrows could not be higher up his face, as he looked at her with his eyes open wide. The look of a deranged man. Was she talking back to him? How dare she. While he had some reservations for his following plans at first, she was making it really easy for him to go through with them.

"I asked you a question, Amy. Do you not agree with me that you violated our agreement?" he hissed at her.

She closed her mouth. His eyes bore into hers. Those eyes, she could get lost in them. She tried to pinpoint exactly what she was looking at now. Was he really that angry? Was he jealous of Kripke? She knew he had been upset to say the least a couple years ago, when Kripke's work turned out to be better than Sheldon's. Could it be that Sheldon was jealous of the time she spent with another man? The thought excited her. A shiver went through her at this blatant display of possessiveness.

"Amy?"

"Uh.."

She blinked. She could only stammer. What had he asked again? The moment he had looked at her like that, all logic flew right out the window. She was powerless in his presence, especially when he gave her the look. Penny once called the way they looked at each other 'eye fucking'. And Amy could almost feel it this time.

Sheldon for his part seemed to have had enough of it. He took one final step towards her and positioned himself behind Amy on her stool. Bending down, he placed both his hand on top of hers, caging her in. He lowered his face towards hers, and whispered in her ear.

"I will take your silence as a 'yes' to my previous question, Amy." His breath was hot on her ear. She squirmed. His upper body was pressed closely to her shoulder blades, the heat coming off him intoxicated her. His hand moved from the top of her right hand to her wrist, where he touched her pulse point.

"Since you have admitted to violating our relationship agreement," he continued, while counting the heartbeats beneath his fingertips, "I think that you need to be reminded of the rules in it. Punishment will be in order."

Her heartbeat quickened underneath his fingers. She inhaled sharply as he spoke.

His hypothesis was confirmed. She did like it. Talk about killing two birds with one stone; he would be able to smack some sense into her, literally, whilst lecturing her.

He moved away from her back and stoop up straight. He surveyed the desk in front of him quickly. There was no expensive equipment on it, such as microscopes or computers. It would work just fine indeed.

"Up," he ordered.

Amy seemed to take a beat to respond, before she lifted herself off the stool and stood in front of him, her back still to him. She dared not turn around and look in his eyes again. Her brain was going haywire. What was happening? Surely Sheldon wasn't going to spank her in her lab?

Or was he?

He rolled the stool out of the way and approached her from behind. She felt his hands at her waist, the feeling scorching through her skirt as if he was touching her bare skin.

Sheldon worried for a bit. She still hadn't spoken. He berated himself. In the book Leonard and Penny had given him, the first chapter consisted of only one thing: consent. Being a victim of bullying and physical abuse at school, Sheldon knew all too well what it was like to be touched without permission. And he was about to manhandle his girlfriend. He was conflicted with himself.

Should he ask her if she was OK with this? He didn't even know what 'this' was. On the other hand, he had taken the appropriate precautions. Her heartrate had increased, her breathing was erratic. One could only assume it was because of arousal. Wasn't it? If she was scared of him, she would have told him so. He thought.

I just ordered her to stand up and she obeyed me, he reasoned. Surely, that would mean she wanted this. Whatever this was. Yes, he figured, she wanted this.

Besides, today would not be day that dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper started something and did not finish it.

He worked quickly. His hands moved from her hips down to the end of her skirt, grabbed the fabric and lifted it over her ass to bunch up at her waist. He grabbed the seam of her tights which ended there, and pulled them down to her knees.

"Oh!" Amy trembled in front of him.

Maybe he shouldn't have done it like this. Sheldon looked at her. It was quite a sight. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, her dark tights reached just her knees, making them look more like dark knee high socks. Sheldon swallowed at the sight of her posterior covered in sensible white cotton panties. That wouldn't do. He had chosen this way of action to inflict more pain on her than the last time he had done it. All the layers she wore only served as cushioning. Besides, she had suggested herself he should spank her harder last time.

He pressed his left hand between her shoulder blades, and pushed her down towards her desk. Sheldon noted how she didn't try to resist him on this, lowering herself almost willingly. Her breaths came out in little puffs.

With this left hand still holding her down, his right moved to the roundness of her bottom. He stroked over her cheeks, feeling the cotton with his fingers. He mentally calculated the amount of cushioning it would provide, and what force he would have to use to reach the level he wanted.

Amy practically purred underneath his ministrations. She arched her back, and pressed her butt deeper into his palm. Sheldon stilled his movements and she held her breath in anticipation. Had she gone too far? She was supposed to be punished after all. Her mind flashed back to that faithful night on her couch, where she had requested him to spank her harder. Would he this time?

She still couldn't believe that he had underdressed her. That was a first. And now, he had his hands on her. She was torn between elation, nervousness and overall giddiness.

Suddenly, she felt him grab hold of her panties just above her tailbone. With a hard yank, he pulled the cotton fabric higher while twisting it, pulling it tight in her crack, baring her ass to him. His actions caused the fabric of her panties to stretch from the front to back as well. Amy felt the friction on her already swollen nether region, as the rough fabric rubbed against the wetness that was already there. She resisted the urge to moan.

Sheldon moved his left hand from her shoulder blades to her face, and turned her face towards him. He stroked her jaw as he raised his eyebrow to her again. "Amy," he began, his voice low and throaty. Except, he couldn't finish his sentence now. What had he wanted to ask her? If she was ready for this? He still didn't know fully well what he was doing after all, except for planning to lecture her.

So far nothing had come of the lecture. He had to clear his head. Amy and her posterior had distracted him. Almost to a point where he felt his penis hardening. No more, he decided.

She looked at him from her place below him on the desk. Her cheeks were flushed and she was practically panting already. He had barely done anything yet. He suppressed a smirk. There was no need to ask her for consent, she couldn't be more willing to undergo this punishment.

His right hand let go of her panties as he stroked her ass cheeks again. Bare this time. The flesh felt warm and supple in his hands. He liked it. Amy gasped loudly and closed her eyes involuntarily.

"Look at me, Amy," he demanded and she obliged immediately. He lifted his hand and struck down hard. SMACK!

Amy moaned.

Giving her no time to recover, he followed it with two more slaps in quick succession, changing the buttock as he went.

That was three. One of his favourite prime numbers.

Amy was a trembling mess on her desk, panting and adjusting to the sting she felt on her buttocks. He had hit her much, much harder than he had last time. She wouldn't be surprised if his hand print was clearly visible on her ass. Her panties were ruined, that was for sure. He had already stretched them out as it were, but now they were also soaked through. The pain quickly lessened and she was left with a warm and tingling feeling.

Sheldon stared at her, mentally cataloguing her reactions to his punishment. He was pleased with the results, Amy would be more than willing to listen to his lecture now. She was putty in his hands. And then there would be no more talking to other, threatening men. Just him. As it should be.

Amy looked back at Sheldon, unsure of what would follow now. Was he done punishing her? If so, she was rather disappointed he had stopped after three strikes. She suppressed the urge to giggle. Oh, if the girls could see her now! They wouldn't know what'd hit them.

His hand was back at caressing her bottom again. She hissed through the sensation; her flesh felt sore and extremely warm.

"I will not have you talking to Barry Kripke again without my presence, Amy. You will tell me if he were to proposition you, and you will let me know as soon as possible." Finally, he was able to lecture her. He spoke in a slow and low voice, as his hand never stopped caressing her ass.

"You know you belong to me, don't you Amy? It astounds me that you would go behind my back like this." His voice caught. There, he had said it. He was hurt, he realised. Not just angry or jealous. She had hurt him with her carelessness, being inconsiderate to his feelings. Anger flashed up in him again.

"I will not have it," he repeated himself. She had to understand how painful this was for him.

"Do I make myself clear, Amy?" he asked.

Amy gaped at him. She was finally able to clear her mind a little. Was he serious? She still did not agree with him in regards to who she could speak to, work with or whatever she wanted to. She was not 'his' as he had claimed, they were equals, were they not? Her feminist side and her romance-novel-reading side were at war. She wanted to be offended by his display of dominance. On the other hand.. Sheldon's possessiveness was turning her on immensely. How long had she not longed for this?

She was just about to nod 'yes' to his question, when his eyes flashed dangerously. Before she fully registered what was happening, his hand had left her bottom and was poised in the air. Ready to strike. And strike he did. Alternating between her butt cheeks, he raised his voice as he repeated his question.

"Do –" SMACK
"I -" SMACK
"make – " SMACK
"my – " SMACK
"self –" SMACK
"clear?" SMACK

Amy trembled on the table. After the third strike, her arms had fully given out and she lay panting on the table. Her glasses dug into her face, but she couldn't even feel it. Never, ever before had she been this turned on. The pain resonated through her entire body, causing her pussy to throb. She shifted her legs, trying to relieve some of the tension she felt.

"Yes," she whispered.

Sheldon sighed in relief. Finally. She understood. He had to admit to himself that he had wanted to hit her this time. The power he felt over her was indescribable. It rushed through his veins. He regarded his work; her bottom was bright red by now. Amy shivered as she lay perfectly still, with her ass presented to him in an alluring manner. He palmed her bottom softly, and Amy stilled in apprehension. She didn't know if she could take any more of this.

"Sssshh.." he shushed her. As he continued to stroke her lightly, he felt her relax underneath him.

It bothered him that he had hit her nine times in total. Nine wasn't a prime number at all. It was three squared. Should he hit her twice more? That would make the total tally eleven, not one of his favourite prime numbers, but it would have to do.

Unfortunately, there was no reason to spank her again. She had admitted her wrongdoings to him. Drat, he thought. Sheldon was unsure what to do now. The book had described spankings and other acts of violence – if you could call it that – as foreplay. Was he supposed to have sex with her now? Having coitus for the first time in her lab seemed awfully unsanitary. And, even though he tried to suppress this thought most of the time, he didn't want the first time to be in the lab. He chuckled, would have thought he'd turn out to be such a romantic.

He picked his brain for other options, as his hand kept caressing her. It seemed cruel just to leave her hanging like this. He had done so very often in the past, apparently. It had taken lengthy conversations with Leonard to make him see that, but Sheldon finally noticed his flaws in his actions. Sure, he was not the best boyfriend there was, but he was trying. You had to give him that.

Amy kept gazing at him. She was more flushed than ever.

Sheldon maintained eye contact with her as he palmed her posterior. She shifted her butt slightly in the opposite direction of his movements, causing his hand to move closer to her centre. Sheldon raised his eyebrow at her. So, this is what she wanted?

He went back to stroking her ass, still red and scorching hot from earlier, just to tease her. If she wanted him to touch her there, which he was pretty sure was what she was trying to do, she would have to work for it.

"Sheldon," she murmured, "please…"

Oh goody, she was begging already. He grinned. The surge of power he felt when he had smacked her returned tenfold. Was this the reason people liked to have sex so much? Because of the power you could have over another person? Sheldon was beginning to understand what the fuss was all about.

He chuckled. "Please what, Amy?"

He moved his hand down from her butt to her thigh, lightly grazing as he went. She moaned again, and his hand moved to the inside of her thigh, slightly pushing her legs apart.

Amy was panting again. She had regained power in her arms and was resting on her forearms on the desk. She was one hot mess. If Sheldon were to touch here there, where she felt so much tension already, it would be over within a minute. Had she ever been this high strung? It was the second time she wondered this today. But compared to now, what she felt before was just a glimmer of arousal.

"Amy," Sheldon paused, his fingers slowly but ever so deliberately moving up towards her panty-covered arousal, "do you want this?"

He needed to hear her say it. That damned chapter on consent kept flashing before his eyes, and if he was going to do this, he would have to concentrate on his movements. He knew the works of course, theoretically speaking. Locate the clitoris, stimulate, done. He conjured up an anatomical drawing of the female reproductive system in his mind's eye. Shouldn't be that hard. But what if he was unable to find it? He almost began to panic.

"Please, Sheldon," Amy responded.

Sheldon sighed in exasperation. He asked her a yes or no question, and this was her response. Unbelievable. He would have to assume it was due to her aroused state. Clearly, forming a correct response to his questions had become a task she was unable to do.

"That's not an answer to my question. Tell me you want this," he said, as his finger stroked her slit through her panties front to back.

Amy shuddered again and had trouble holding up her arms. He had touched her. There. This was almost too much for her to handle. As soon as it had happened, it was over. His hand returned to its previous position on her ass.

Amy let out a sound between a moan and huff, her frustration becoming unbearable.

"Answer me, Amy," Sheldon growled. He actually growled, and her legs nearly gave out this time. He lifted his hand again and delivered two sharp slaps to her butt. Amy yelped, loudly. The pain shot through her and seems to be in a direct connection to her clit. Her pussy was throbbing uncontrollably now.

Sheldon was pleased he was able to smack her twice more. At least now he had reached another prime number. Eleven. He was even considering changing his favourite prime number from 73 to 11 now.

"I-I-I," Amy stuttered, "I want you."

Sheldon stilled his movements on her ass. "Good girl," he whispered. He moved his hands up to her panties, which were still pulled tightly between her ass cheeks, and pulled them down to rest between her knees. Amy quivered as he did so. Ever so slowly, Sheldon moved his hands up the back of her thighs closer to the place she wanted him.

It pleased him to see she still went to her bikini wax appointments. After the time she had showed him in the parking lot, his mind would wonder back to what he had seen there. Free of band aids this time, he felt relieved there was no hair to be found whatsoever between her legs. He shuddered at the thought; how unsanitary that would be.

With her pussy being hairless, he could clearly see what his actions had done to her. She was swollen and glistening. That was good, he figured. He mentally ticked off all the boxes for female arousal; lubrication, check, swollen labia, check. And the smell. He couldn't decide if he cared for it or not. It was hard to pinpoint what it was.. musky, earthly? I wonder what it tastes like. His hands almost stopped as the thought crossed his mind. Where had that come from? Fascinating.

Amy lay trembling before him. She was incredibly nervous. And so aroused. The amount of moisture between her legs had reached a point of becoming embarrassing. She also felt like this was a point of no return. What if he didn't like it? He could be repulsed by the wetness, the feeling of her. Suddenly, she wasn't so sure she wanted this after all. Maybe she was fine, living the rest of her life with a boyfriend who only kissed her on date nights or on her birthday. She still had her faithful electric tooth brush after all. Gerard had never failed to please her.

Perhaps it was better if she put a stop to this. But then his hand had reached her centre, and she felt his fingers glide through her folds. "Hoo!" she involuntarily let out. It felt exquisite, so much more intense than when she did this herself.

"Good lord, woman," Sheldon groaned, "are you always this wet?" Amy flushed with embarrassment and desire. "No," she moaned. His fingers grazed her clitoris and she let out a cry.

"No?" he asked her, while moving his thumb over her clit again. She bucked underneath him. "Did I do this to you, Amy?" He felt like a man possessed. The words rolled off his tongue like he had no control over it. The moment he saw how responsive she was of his touches, something clicked inside his brilliant mind. He could make her crazy doing this. If she was ever in need of another reminder or a punishment, he realised he had the ultimate weapon now. Her desire for him.

"Y-Yes, Sheldon," she murmured. He removed his fingers swiftly from her clitoris, up to the opening of her vagina.

"You will call me 'Doctor Cooper' when I touch you like this."

And with that statement he inserted a finger inside her and began to pump slowly. She mewled under his ministrations and moved her hips in time to meet his thrusts. He grabbed hold of her hip to still her movements. Control. He was losing it rapidly with her like this, so pliant and wanting him. It clouded his mind. He had plans with her, dammit. Surely she would understand his need for her to call him by his title, there had to be some boundaries.

Amy was delirious with want. Oh my, Sheldon was really living up all her wildest fantasies. Calling him 'Doctor Cooper'? Yes, sir. He kept pumper his finger slowly in a deliberate rhythm. After she had called him by his first name, the stimulation on her clit had ceased completely. She moaned in frustration. She had been so close to orgasm already before he had even touched her, now it felt as if he was keeping her on a level just out of reach. It frustrated her immensely.

"Do you like me touching you, Amy?" he asked, as he grazed his thumb over her clit again. She gasped and responded in kind. "Yes, doctor Cooper."

He grinned at her obedience. "Good," he growled and moved his middle finger to her opening, ready to join the other. "Can you handle more of this?" he demanded. He had to ask, she was new to this after all. He had never asked for details on her orgasm study, but he was sure he remember her saying there was only stimulation of the brain involved.

Still, if they were ever going to take this relationship to a higher level, he would have to stretch her out. His member would never fit in the tight passage that was her cunt.

"Yes, doctor Cooper," she purred. She felt a second finger join the first, stretching her as it went. He moved very slowly, but deliberately. She whimpered. Maybe she overestimated herself. She felt oddly full at the sensation. And, being a biologist, Amy was sure she would have to handle something thicker and larger if she were to go through with this.

His fingers were now fully inside of her. Ever so slowly, Sheldon started to pump them again. Amy let out a rattling breath, the short sting of pain she felt as he stretched her slowly lessened.

"Good girl," Sheldon praised her. Amy moaned in response. His praise had caused another wave of arousal to go through her, and his fingers moved easier through the new slickness on her folds.

Sheldon had lost control. Again. The worlds tumbled out of his mouth without thinking them through. The sight of her, squirming because of his ministrations, had caused his brain to short-circuit. His blood was following south instead of his brain. His slacks felt awfully constricted as his erection grew.

"You're my good girl, Amy," he said. "Mine, do you understand me?" He pumped into her faster, contemplating adding a third finger. Three of his fingers were still not close to the girth that was his penis, but he had to start somewhere. No, he would save that for the next time. Next time, he thought, berating himself. I'm already losing my mind over this.

"Oh, doctor Cooper," Amy was beside herself. If she did not orgasm soon, she could check into a mental institution. How could a man with no experience make her feel like this?

Sheldon moved his thumb back to her clit, as he began to stimulate her there again. Amy sobbed as her hands gave out and she landed back on the desk. "Yours," she panted, gyrating her hips in tandem with his fingers. She was so, so close.

"Mine," Sheldon growled again. He felt a shift in her movements, indicating something was about to happen. He smirked at her panting form in front of him. "Are you going to come for me, Amy?" he demanded as he increased the pressure on her clit. With a few deft flicks of his fingers, she was there.

"YES… ooooh, yes," Amy screamed, as her orgasm took over. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed through her body, her inner muscles contracted on his fingers. She was panting as if she had just run a mile, delicious aftershocks went through her body. Of all the orgasms she had had in her life – from the study, her fingers, or Gerard – none of them had made her feel like this. Delirious, exhausted, sated.

Sheldon ceased his ministrations on her clit, as she winced underneath him. The orgasm had left her sensitive to the touch. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. It still pulsed slightly from the aftershocks going through her body. Her orgasm had caused yet another wave of moisture, and his entire hand was wet with it.

He contemplated it for a split second. Moving his hand back towards her opening, he slid three fingers roughly inside of her. "Aaargh," Amy jerked up in shock. Surprisingly, it didn't even sting as it had before, when he stretched her. "Sssssh," Sheldon shushed her again, "you'll have to get used to this, Amy." He slowly pumped once, twice, before removing his hand altogether.

Get used to this? She wasn't sure if she could. Or if she even understood the implications of his statement. Still out of breath from the enormous amount of pleasure that had washed through her, Amy could only focus on her breathing.

She felt Sheldon lift up her panties from her knees, and dress her. Her tights were next. He was clumsy in his movements, favouring his left hand as he went, since his right was covered in her juices. As he pulled her skirt back down from her waist, he reached for the stool with his other hand. He carefully lifted her upper body of the table and he sat her down in the stool again. Amy had her eyes closed the entire time, trying to savour the moment. What the hell had happened?

She heard Sheldon turn on the sink and then at least two minutes of exorbitant scrubbing as he washed his hands thoroughly. Amy looked at his back. If it weren't for the wetness between her legs and the sting resonating on her bottom, she would have thought she was having some sort of vivid fantasy.

Wiping his hands with a paper towel from the dispenser, Sheldon sighed deeply. He had to calm down. He could not go around campus with a raging hard-on in his pants. Fortunately, he was trained in the practice of Kohlinar and had years of experience controlling his baser urges.

Satisfied that his erection was almost completely deflated, he turned around towards Amy.

Her cheeks had a lovely pink glow on them. Her mouth was slightly parted. It almost caused his erection to return immediately.

Amy stared at him. She still couldn't believe what had happened. How it had happened. She was filled with questions, but also with doubt. Where would they go from here? She dared to take a peek at his crotch, and she looked away swiftly. There was a definite bulge in there. She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. He was aroused! Because of her. She had never felt this proud in her life.

Sheldon cleared his throat awkwardly. Good lord, was this the reason people left directly after sex? He could barely stand the tension now. "Well, um…" he started. "I'd better get back to my office. President Siebert moved up my deadline for the paper on superfluid helium, and I haven't started yet. I'll probably be finished within an hour, but you know, since it was Leonard's idea.."

Great, now he was rambling. How embarrassing.

"Oh, OK, sure." Amy responded. "Yeah, you should get on that." She glanced at her watch. Three in the afternoon. How much time had passed since Sheldon arrived here with his lunch? Had it really been hours?

Sheldon walked over to her and they shared a look. Of understanding, perhaps? Amy wasn't sure. His eyes bore through her again.

"I trust I have made my point, Amy," he stated with the most authority he could muster.

She nodded. "Good," he murmured and he cupped her chin almost delicately. He bend down and kissed her deeply. After a few seconds, Amy moved her head back. She just realised he hadn't even kissed her once during this whole encounter. She didn't know what to make of that.

Sheldon pulled her back to him and delivered three more soft kisses to her mouth. "I'll see you tonight? It's Thai food night. I'll tell Leonard to pick up some extra chicken satay for you."

He gazed in her eyes as he waited for her to answer. He hadn't ruined everything, had he? He had to leave now. To clear his head. And perhaps talk to Leonard about this.

"See you tonight," Amy whispered. Sheldon nodded once more, and turned to leave. Pulling on his windbreaker and grabbing his messenger's bag from a chair, he turned to her once more.

"Amy?"

She turned towards him on her stool.

"I love you." She gave him a half-smile, as he unlocked the door and left.

Amy sighed deeply and grabbed her phone. Pulling up her messages, she typed furiously.

To: Bestie
OMG Penny, you will never believe what happened!

TBC?