Authors note: If you're here only for the smut, you'll not be seeing it for a few chapters ;) It becomes increasingly dirty as this is a story of Sheldon's sexual awakening! But please do be patient!

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Leonard couldn't help but grin as he found himself sprawled along the couch, pinned down by his gorgeous girlfriend, who was straddling him and smirking back. Surrounded by the smell of champagne and left-over Chinese take-out, Penny forcefully collided lips with him and let out a small chuckle as they both lay on top of each other. She shoved a finger down his collar, jerking it downwards and being rewarded by the satisfying pop of the button becoming un-done, but was abruptly interrupted by a loud voice.

"You're in my spot. Could you please stop doing that in my spot?"

The entwined couple instantly sighed in unison in response to the familiar voice and began untangling themselves, without having to look twice. They sat up and budged away from the corner seat of the couch. Leonard grabbed his fallen glasses and pressed them back up the bridge of his nose as Penny attempted to push her loose hair strands back awkwardly, crossed her legs and glared at the tall man walking toward the refrigerator.

"Sheldon, it's two in the morning; why are you awake?" Penny asked defeatedly.

"Well I could ask you the same question, Penny… " he replied, as if he had been anticipating her very question.

He then turned slightly to face the man next to her "…Oh, and Leonard? I would prefer if you wouldn't engage in coitus in my spot. I eat there" he finished with a point and twirl of his index finger.

Penny glared at Leonard with piercing eyes, causing him to turn back to his girlfriend, apologetically.

"C'mon Penny! I'd stand up to him for you, but you know it's his spot and that's how he acts about it!" he interjected, awkwardly looking between the other two, hoping he could get a response from either of them. "And it's in our stupid roommate agreement,"

Sheldon nodded his head slightly, knowing Leonard's need for reassurance, whilst grabbing a jug full of water from the fridge. He placed it down on the table to his left and began filling his glass half-way, ignoring the awkwardness present.

"Yeah well you know I'm your girlfriend, Leonard! Screw the agreement, you should be standing up for me once in a while!" She scoffed before shooting up, causing the two men to suddenly shift their attention onto her "Oh, and sorry that your roommate just a freak who came from the frickin' planet Mars who can't understand physical affection but that's not my problem!" she roared, pointing at Sheldon and storming out the door of flat 4A; leaving nothing but a loud slam and the sound of her thumping footsteps.

"Well, what was her problem?" Sheldon asked, raising his eyebrows, grabbing his glass and turning back to where he came from.

"Sheldon, you…" Leonard uttered, catching his friend's attention, "you know what, just leave it." he trailed off, exhausted.

With a shrug and a shifted facial expression, Sheldon continued the path back to his bedroom with his water and a slight sense of accomplishment. They could have had coitus in many places, (Sheldon had even heard it from the room next door on multiple occasions!) but that couch, was certainly not one of them.

Upon entering his room, he was welcomed with the frequent buzzing of his phone on his bed-side. Bzz, Bzz, Bzz. He sighed, wondering who it could possibly be at this time of the night. He had planned to be at work earlier than usual in the morning and- Bzz, Bzz, Bzz. Numerous text messages began popping up on the home screen, with every single one topped with the word 'Amy' in bold text.

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Bernadette yelled at her brunette friend who was grasping her phone in her hands, shaking it violently and aggressively prodding her thumbs angrily at the illuminated screen. Around them, groups of people swayed and tripped to the beat of the blaring music. The phone was suddenly snatched by the tiny fierce blonde and stashed down the left side of her bra. She proudly looked at the confused-looking Amy.

"There!" Bernadette wailed "Stop being so angry! And look, now ya can't play with your phone, it's having some fun down there with my girls!" she giggled, shaking her chest at her friend in hopes of cheering her up.

Amy glared back at Bernadette for a moment. She was processing all her emotions, obviously brought up by the amount of alcohol she had consumed. She always thought of herself as a crazy drunk, not a sad one.

"Sorry Bernie," she began in a low tone, knowing her friend was likely unable to even hear over the sound of the electro beat "the functionality of my frontal lobe is obviously being hindered because of this white wine but-"

"Oh no Amy that's champagne!" Bernadette corrected, waving the bottle around carelessly.

"I can't even get that right!" She flung her arms in the air hopelessly, "Well… Penny just told me Sheldon is uncomfortable with herself and Leonard showing signs of physical affection in front of him! They were making out and Sheldon just happened to be there, and obviously he was an inconsiderate jerk and told them to stop! How in the world am I supposed to feel loved, if he can't even stand seeing affection, never mind giving me any?!" She cried, grabbing her purse, getting onto her heels and stumbling to the door, quickly followed by her tiny friend.

"Amy, wait! I know it's sad that you can't get him to sleep with ya! If you don't see yourself with Sheldon then it'd be easy to get some hunka-lovin' from someone right here" She giggled, attempting to keep up to her much longer-legged friend "because we could get you some guy here and you could take him back and-"

"I DO love Sheldon, Bernadette!" Amy called out, stopping in her tracks on the middle of the sidewalk and taking Bernadette aback. The two felt the fresh air hit their faces and fill their lungs, retreating out of the clammy, claustrophobic bar "I'm sorry, it's just extremely frustrating to me. I want Sheldon to know how much this kind of thing means to me. Any other girl would go insane. It's been YEARS. It makes my confidence plummet and I've gotten nothing more than a few kisses and holding hands. Does he even see me as a woman? Am I attractive to him? It's always his-way-this and his-way-that and… even worse, I texted him so much tonight confronting him about the situation and I'm just.. I'm just so embarrassed and… and I don't know Bernie…"

The short blonde awkwardly fidgeted in her 6 inch heels and gestured her friend to continue their slow walk down the street. Given Amy's current dilemma, Bernadette instantly regretted suggesting walking towards the bars that filled the streets ahead, actively trying to distract Amy's eyes from the sight of literally dozens of couples clinging to each other and making out in plain sight.

"Look, Amy," she began "the best thing you can do for a guy like Sheldon is just to express how you feel and pray that he'll try to understand… He's one of the weirdest guys I know but you've changed him more than I've seen ANYONE change him. He's told you he loves you for God's sake! We're talking about a guy who, a few years ago, believe love was for the weak and hated acknowledging his own emotions! And… you've gotten him to hold hands and even kiss you! That's a hugeee achievement! … Although if he doesn't even try to understand where you're coming from we could just send him back and get the next model, I heard they have existing libido's in the Sheldon 2.0!" she laughed playfully, but quickly stopped after noticing tears welling up in the brunettes eyes.

"Amy no, no no!" Bernadette continued, "I'm so sorry I was just trying to lighten the mood. I think he'll come around soon enough, you just gotta be persistent and tell the guy what you want! And I know how embarrassing this is for you! …Hey, d'ya wanna catch an uber home and sober up a little? We both have work tomorrow"

Amy was looking directly at her feet below as they slowly plodded along. She was so ashamed of herself, blabbing her feelings about her boyfriend, and worse off, to someone other than her bestie! She humiliated the very man she loved. Amy could just be patient. Sheldon was extremely special to her, and now she felt terrible. Nodding her head and looking up at Bernadette, she replied delicately,

"Thanks Bernie, I do think I need some rest. Let's go home".

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Sheldon lie in bed, reading the texts from his girlfriend over and over, front to back, back to front and trying to process all of the words that totalled up to a load of nothingness. Sheldon observed that she had spelled the word 'selfish' wrong, and her texts were in short bursts of nonsense rather than in a coherent and well-structured manner: it was easy to assume that she was under the influence of alcohol.

The contents of the texts were all over the place, but the message aimed to be delivered was received well-and-clear. Sheldon sighed. He thought about how far he had come with Amy; he could comfortably hold hands with her… hug her, cuddle her, even kiss her on the mouth. With a sense of accomplishment, he smiled. Looking back at his phone once more, his eyebrows furrowed.

Sheldon loved Amy. She had affected him in so many strange ways he never thought as possible. How on earth did she expect him to take such a leap in just one night? She knew change was the opposite of easy for him… yet the idea of Amy getting bored and moving on always lingered in his mind. His friends all said she would, and even with Sheldon himself being in the room, almost everybody he knew and trusted have made jokes about Amy leaving and easily finding someone else. It aggravated him immensely; especially when the jokes about Sheldon not understanding love or affection were cracked out. Sheldon understood that his girlfriend was perfect in every way, more than anyone else in the planet, and began deep thought about how to approach the issue.

He inhaled and audibly exhaled. Should he bring up the idea of intimacy with one of his friends? It wouldn't be easy. Would he bring it up to anyone at all? Leonard? Maybe. Howard? Not a chance. Penny? Ehh… He came to the conclusion that he would just figure it out for himself.

All of a sudden, Sheldon found himself drowning under waves of a million different emotions, causing his breathing to elevate. Although hating to admit it himself, he was scared. In fact, he was completely aware that being scared of the unknown and afraid of not being good enough may have been the primary factor that came in-between himself and his girlfriend becoming more… intimate.

It wasn't as if he didn't want to engage in coitus with Amy. Oh, no. In fact it was the contrary. Sheldon had urges, and just like any other human, these kinds of innate drives were extremely hard to avoid, even with a strict schedule depicting his entire life and choices. Not only that, he wanted to see Amy happy and prove to her that he loved her. Despite the mess it would create, perhaps Sheldon would even enjoy coitus himself- but he had absolutely no idea how to approach the situation. He knew obviously knew the what it would entail! The mechanics of it, the emotions attached… and the fact that his girlfriend would be in her most natural form, completely nude and pressed up against his body… her rapid warm breath felt on his bare chest and her soft skin rubbing against-

Sheldon's eyes widened. He began rubbing them viciously… the increasing stiffness in his underpants was causing him slight discomfort. His cheeks were burning up in embarrassment and anxiety: and even worse, he was finding it difficult to control those kinds of thoughts: they crept up on him when he least wanted them.

Sheldon Cooper was not a man to be defeated by his needless monkey-like urges! Massaging his forehead and eyebrows in frustration, he sighed audibly once more. He needed sleep. He would talk to Amy tomorrow.