A Quiet Confidence

Summary: He doesn't realize how his words and actions affect her. How his quiet confidence sends shivers down her spine. Or does he? Includes excerpts from Season 10 episode 13.

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"Hello, Amy" he greeted, as he walked into the hotel room. Hands clasped in front of him, standing straight and tall, with the hint of a smug smirk playing on his face. He stepped further inside, "It's nice to see you."

It seemed like such a simple thing—his greeting, yet it made her feel weak in the knees. She smiled at him playfully as she ran a hand through her long hair, wondering if he knew what effect he had on her. "It's nice to see you, too." It was always nice to see him. But there is something insanely sexy about his demeanor when he exudes confidence. At this very moment, he was confident about the state of their relationship; you could see it in his eyes… and in his voice as he leaned in to his best friend and murmured, "And that's how you make effort appear effortless." There it was again. That pride. That confidence. It made her want to do dirty, dirty things to him.

Penny's voice snapped Amy out of her flirtatious mood, as the blonde started yelling at Leonard about needing space. Soon, they were arguing and Amy decided it was time to leave the room to let them work things out.

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It was undeniable that there was a searing attraction between them, but for the most part it could be kept under control. They could maintain a semblance of normal interactions without having to give in to their baser urges… But not when this happens. Not when he has that glint in his eye. Not when he stands so tall and proud. Not when his voice gets deeper with testosterone and sends shivers down her spine. That's when her thoughts deviate to something more impure. That's when she feels the throbbing between her thighs. Oh, how difficult it was for her to concentrate when he made her feel this way without even doing anything to her. Without touching her or even saying anything laced with innuendo. All he had to do was exude that quiet confidence, and it sent her spiraling into feeling things she'd rather not feel at inopportune times. Like right now, while she was at work.

"I solved it." He said, as he walked into her lab unannounced. She didn't need to look up from her microscope to see that he was gleaming with pride. His voice gave it all away. So deep, and so powerful, and so… sexy. Ugh. She can't feel like this at work, it's wrong. "You solved what?" She asked, avoiding eye contact, while feigning interest in whatever was under her microscope. Dear god, had she already forgotten what she was working on? Her mind turns to putty when he was like this. "I solved the math needed for the first step of our guidance system" was his reply, and she nearly jumped out of her seat when she realized he was standing directly behind her. When had he gotten so close? "Uhm… Th-that's great…" came her mumbled response, still averting her eyes. She walked over to a cabinet and started rearranging her beakers in order by size. Her hands were shaking, and she tried her hardest to get them under control. Get a hold of yourself Dr. Fowler! Now is not the time to be aroused! She started counting the beakers in her head as well to deter the other thoughts that were making it harder and harder to focus.

She felt him step closer to her yet again and his chest was practically touching her back as he leaned in to see what she was doing. "What's so interesting in there?" Her hands froze and she shivered involuntarily at the contact. "Surely, these beakers aren't as interesting as what I'm talking about."

Her eyes fluttered shut. She could feel his breath on her neck and it was driving her mad. "Y-your right. I'm so proud of you Sheldon," His name escaped her lips in more like a breathy whisper and she cleared her throat, hoping he didn't notice. "I'm just really busy right now, that's all." He stepped away then to walk aimlessly around her work station. He was slow and leisurely, and she could swear to God he kept his eyes on her the whole time. She could feel it. The phrase "undressing her with his eyes" came to mind, and she started imagining what if feels like when he undresses her with his hands. She craved his touch on her skin. Stop it, Amy. You are at work! He stopped walking when he made his way back to the door. "Busy arranging your beakers?" Was he mocking her? Did he know what he was doing? What reaction he was causing deep within her? "Perhaps you should do that when your hands aren't shaking."

She spun around then, heart pounding in her chest, positive that he was playing some kind of game with her. He must be pushing her buttons on purpose… pressing up against her, breathing on her neck, lowering his voice. He had to be doing this purposefully, right? What she saw was a look of concern on his face. "You might drop one and cut yourself," He explained, and she exhaled a breath that she didn't even know she was holding. "Right. I guess I'll get back to my specimen. I'll finish the beakers later."

As she clumsily walked back to her microscope, she made the mistake of giving him one last look before he left. Her breath hitched once more. There he was again with that look. That confidence. His head cocked to the side as he looked at her intently. "We can talk about the guidance system at home."

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Thank you for reading!

In case anyone was wondering, the reason I included an excerpt from S10E13 was because I wanted you to have a visual aid of this quiet confidence I talk about in this story. Then it would be much easier to imagine the scenes.