A/N: A big thank you to one of my besties, Stellina2A for the title and this prompt, based on a drawing by another of my besties, RGBCN. Thank you, girls. I had so much fun writing this one. I hope you all enjoy.

Amy and Sheldon sat on her mother's couch as she prepared the turkey in the kitchen. They had offered to help, but her mother insisted they make themselves comfortable. She knew Amy had been working long hours in the lab, and now that she had a few days off for Thanksgiving, she wanted her to take it easy.

"Would you like something to read?" Amy offered.

Sheldon sifted through the assortment of cooking and gardening magazines on the coffee table. "I'm not preparing any food currently, and we don't have a garden or even a yard, for that matter. I think I'll pass."

"Shall we talk about work?"

"Your mother is right. You need to use this time to relax and forget about work. When you're not in the lab, you're discussing it. You hardly sleep or eat anymore. I'm worried about you."

She snuggled into his side. "I'm sorry, Sheldon. I'll try not to think about it."

He kissed the top of her head. "Thank you."

Amy's eyes wandered around the living room looking for an activity to keep them occupied. Her gaze fell on the closet near the front door. The Sin Closet, as her mother referred to it when she lived under her roof. The place she was sent when her mother did not approve of her thoughts and actions. She shuddered.

Sheldon felt the movement of her body against his. He twisted his head and noted the object of her discomfort. He hated that his girlfriend still had issues with that confounded closet. He stared at the slatted door, his eyes narrowing as he wished there was something he could do to alleviate her fears. He tightened his hold on her and nuzzled her hair when her tremors intensified.

"Amy, I think the best way to overcome your fear is to face it. Go inside the closet and familiarize yourself with its contents.

"I'm quite familiar with them." A deep shudder ran through her again as her mind recalled the dark space with old coats hanging from a metal rod.

"Remember when you convinced me to touch Lovey Dovey? You know I'm terrified of birds, but I faced my fears and did it."

She took in a deep breath. "If I do this, will you come with me?"

"Of course." He stood and offered her his hand.

They trekked over to the closet hand in hand. Amy stopped them when they stood two feet from it. "I... I can't do this."

"I know it's scary, but this is the only way. Would you like me to open the door so you can peek in before going inside?"

She swallowed thickly. "Okay."

They stepped up to the door. Amy's heart was racing wildly in her chest. She placed her free hand over it, willing it to return to its normal pace. Sheldon squeezed her hand and slowly turned the handle. Her fingers gripped his, but he didn't even flinch. He slowly inched the door open, the hinges creaking from years of neglect.

When the opening was wide enough to fit through, she asked him to stop. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, extended her hand into the space, and quickly retracted it. "There. I did it. Let's go back to the couch."

"Amy, you're still shaking. You need to get all the way in there. Face your fears."

"No, it's too hard."

"What if we do something in there to cancel out the negative feelings from your childhood?"

"There's barely enough room for one person in there, and it's dark."

Sheldon placed his chin in his hand and bit his lip. "I can think of something enjoyable for both of us."

"What?"

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Sheldon," she hissed. "My mother is in the next room."

"So? She'll be in there awhile preparing all the side dishes."

"It's too risky."

"We'll be quiet," he promised.

Before she could argue any further, he bent his head and captured her lips with his. He carefully backed her into the closet without losing contact and shut the door quietly behind them. There was barely enough standing room in the confined space, so he pressed himself even closer to her, until she was flush against the wall. Her arm brushed against an old coat. She slid the hanger away then set her attention on the man before her.

Amy ran her hands along his biceps then traveled up to his head, running her fingers through his hair. Sheldon cradled her face in his large hands then followed her lead and threaded his fingers through her chocolate locks. She parted her lips slightly, offering his tongue entrance. When he obliged, she moaned softly, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

He pulled his mouth away slightly. "Oh dear, Lord! Amy, you naughty Vixen!"

Smirking, she pressed herself even closer, grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. When her boyfriend began groaning, she pressed her lips to his, muffling the sound. His hand slithered up her shirt towards her breasts. Amy moaned into his mouth as he pushed her bra cup to the side, and his palm made contact with her taut nipple. He slid his hand out, causing her to whimper in frustration.

"Your clothes are so restrictive," he murmured in her ear. "May I unbutton your shirt?"

She nodded yes then realizing he couldn't see her in the dark, she whispered back, "please."

He slid her vest over her head and blindly reached for an empty hanger. Next his fingers nimbly unfastened the row of tiny buttons. He peeled off the shirt, folding it and laying it across the bottom bar of the hanger where her vest hung. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's torso and expertly unhooked her bra before draping it over her shirt.

Though he could barely see her silhouette in the nearly-complete darkness, he had every part of her body committed to memory. He cupped her bare breasts in his hands, his skin relishing the curves as his mind conjured up the sight of them.

Amy's breathing quickened as Sheldon alternated between rolling her nipples between his fingers and flicking his tongue against the hardened buds. Wishing to reciprocate, she tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. He quickly stripped both shirts in one motion, hung them with her garments, and continued his ministrations.

She ran her palms over his biceps and down his arms then placed them on his chest. Her fingertips grazed his sparse chest hair then fanned out to touch his nipples. He inhaled sharply, his own fingertips increasing the pace on hers.

Amy stretched up and pressed her lips to his once more to muffle the strangled noises longing to escape. Her head fell back, and she shuddered under his touch.

"Did you just..."

In response, she grabbed his hand, slipping it under her skirt. He stroked her through the fabric of her tights. "You're so wet already," he growled.

"It's all because of you," she whispered seductively.

He pulled his hand away and pressed his groin to hers. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

"I did that?" Amy asked faux innocently.

"You most certainly did. You're a vixen, Amy Farrah Fowler."

"And what would happen if I did this?" She reached out to unbutton her boyfriend's fly, pushing his pants down to his ankles. He bent down to pull them off, folded them, and added the garment to the hanger.

Amy hooked her thumbs in his waistband and slowly lowered his briefs. She crouched down, lifted his feet one by one, then flung the piece of fabric into the corner. As she stood, she brushed her fingertips along his length, lingering a few seconds before drawing them away.

She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and stepped out of it, her foot kicking it to the side. She twisted around so her back was to him and rubbed her behind up against him briefly before unrolling her tights and underwear together down to her ankles, bending over to remove them. Sheldon's hands cupped her shapely rear. She stayed bent over longer than necessary, enjoying the feeling. When her back could no longer hold the position comfortably, she reluctantly unfolded her short frame until the length of her body was flush with his.

Sheldon ran a trail of tiny kisses along the side of her neck. When she twisted her head slightly, he touched his lips to hers gently at first then increased the pressure as she wiggled her bottom again.

"Vixen," he muttered as his hand snaked up to her breast, cupping it perfectly. Amy's tongue probed his lips, and he parted them willingly. They melted into each other, Sheldon's long hardness pushing into her lower back.

Amy tore her mouth away. "I need you!" She moaned.

"I'm right here."

"No, I need you inside me."

"I want nothing more than to make passionate love to you, but I don't think I can keep quiet when I climax. I promise that when we get home tonight, we'll make out like wild animals in heat and engage in frenzied lovemaking."

"Oh my! I nearly forgot where we were." She reluctantly pulled away, her foot searching for the scattered clothes.

"Amy, we don't need to rush. I'm enjoying the feel of your naked body against mine. Come back here."

"But my mother..."

"Just another couple of minutes."

"Okay."

They resumed their positions, savoring the feeling of skin on skin. Before either was ready, they reluctantly began dressing. When all garments were accounted for, Sheldon felt around for the door handle.

"Wait!"

His hand paused. "What's wrong?"

"My hair's a mess. Give me a minute."

Amy fingercombed her locks as best as she could. When she gave him the okay, he turned the handle and cautiously opened the door. They blinked as the midmorning sun pouring in through the window blinded their unadjusted eyes. Amy headed for the couch, but Sheldon stopped her in her tracks. He unclipped her barrette, straightened an errant lock of hair, and reclipped the hair accessory. Satisfied, he reached for her hand.

Amy turned back to look at the once-daunting closet then into her boyfriend's hooded eyes. "Thank you, Sheldon. I didn't think I could love you any more than I already did." She reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. "Now there's a whole new meaning for the sin closet."