A/N I couldn't leave this a one-shot, with your requests for a part 2 in my inbox.

Part II - The Make Up Conundrum

Amy had already cried herself to sleep for days now. She was in pain, both physical and emotional. Heartbroken.

And now, she was sore from sex as well.

Who'd ever thought she'd be sore from sex. With Sheldon. In a way, she was glad it was him who was her first. He had been good to her during their love-making. On the one hand, she'd been pleasantly surprised he'd done it at all. On the other hand, she was gutted by the way he left things.

He had hit it and quit it. Literally.

Amy spent the rest of her day thinking through the events of the day. What the hell had happened.

Sheldon had shown up with some sort of ruse to talk to her. Rituals to be performed by broken-up couples. Break-up sex. She snorted at the thought.

Someone should have told Sheldon that break-up sex is only a thing if the couple were having sex in the first place. She was glad they hadn't. Despite the slight twinge of pain she felt when he had first entered her and the pain she had felt in her heart when he left her immediately afterwards, it had been wonderful.

That pissed her off even more. How dare he come over unannounced and just take her in her bed like it was something that occurred every other day? He had taken her virginity as if it was nothing – well, not really nothing. He had made sure she enjoyed it on a certain level.

But still.

She knew it was just a ploy to get her back. She didn't think he'd stoop that low. Using her obvious physical desire for him against her like that. And she had let him.

She had been weak. But who could blame her? For years, she had pined for him. And now, when she had told him she needed space to think their situation through, he decided he could be physical with her after all.

Amy heaved out a sob. What a mess.

She had stripped down her bed after Sheldon had left. There were smirches of blood on it. Amy felt nauseous as she looked at them. After loading up the washer, she had taken a shower which probably lasted an hour.

Everything reminded her of him. Even in her own home.

He had bathed her twice in the very bathtub she stood in. She remember feeling so excited then. What a fool she had been, wanting him to touch her so bad, she had pretended to be sick. Now she finally knew what it was like to be touched by him, and she wished she didn't.

Unable to move for a long time, she just stood there. After a while, she could feel the semen dripping out of her. Why had no one ever told her that would happen? She tried to wash it away as thoroughly as possible. She felt used. Dirty.

How dare he make her feel like this?

Amy dressed in a bathrobe and retreated to the living room. She made herself a cup of tea. "Social convention dictates that I should make you a hot beverage when you're in distress," Sheldon said inside her head.

She took a seat on the couch. It was where she had first kissed him. At least – that was what Sheldon had told her the day after. She couldn't remember much of that night. He had escorted her to her door after she went out drinking with the girls. They had danced. She had honestly had a good time.

It had a sour aftertaste now. Like everything.

On this couch was where he had presented her with the relationship agreement as well. She scoffed. Perhaps she should look it through; she couldn't remember if there was anything inside it about termination of the relationship. Surely, he would have included a clause about that. Right?

Her eyes moved to the box of her belongings next to her. Might as well get this over with.

Her scarf. She smiled at the memory of them ice skating. Well, she had been ice skating. Sheldon had been concerned with hypothermia. But still, it had been nice. Romantic even.

She would probably never enjoy ice skating again.

Her scarf had covered the next item in the box. She felt her blood boil at the sight of it. A red lace bra. Probably Penny's, she reasoned. But still. Why would he put a bra of Penny's in this box? Was he trying to get a rise out of her?

Angrily, Amy went through the rest of the contents quickly. A book, a notebook, a couple of bobby pins. A white cloth with a smiley face drawn on it. The flag she had created on their first taping of Fun with Flags. The yellow mug she drank tea from when she was over at his place. That wasn't hers.

Did he want to be rid of the things that reminded him of her? The pain squeezed around her heart.

Two could play that game, she figured. The rage surged up inside her. He maybe thought that he was the clever one in this, hurting her by throwing the last couple of years in her face like this, but she would give him a taste of his own medicine.

She started to plan out everything in her head, when her phone buzzed on the kitchen table. She got up quickly and winced at the soreness between her legs as she moved.

"Hi bestie," Amy answered, her voice strained a little.

"Oh, Ames! What happened?" Penny sounded worried. "Do you need me to come over now? I swear I'll be there in 20 minutes."

Amy puffed out a breath as she sat down on the couch again. Everything in her lower body felt sore. Her legs ached from using muscles she hardly ever used. Between her legs it ached even more.

"I'd rather be alone right now," Amy responded. She was grateful that Penny was back in Pasadena again, but she didn't think she would be able to talk about what happened yet.

"Alright," Penny said, demurely. "It's just – well, you see – Sheldon just came home and he's been drinking. He said some weird things and your name was mentioned. It worried me. Are you alright?"

Amy huffed. Of course he'd gone to a bar. It was probably part of his break-up rituals to-do-list. She was at least thankful he'd come home alone.

"I'm fine," Amy lied. "What did he say?"

Penny was silent for a moment. "He didn't make a lot of sense," she finally said, "something about physical challenges and Cosmopolitan magazine lying to him. I was afraid something bad had happened. Are you sure you're alright?"

Cosmopolitan?

She quickly dismissed that thought. Amy was really lucky to have a friend like Penny, she realised. She never would have met her if it weren't for Sheldon though. He was such a big part of her life now. Hell, they even worked at the same university now.

"I'm not," Amy admitted, holding back tears. "But I just want to go bed now. Can we meet tomorrow? I'll have a box of Sheldon's things with me. Can I leave them with you?"

"Of course, sweetie," Penny replied. "You take care, okay? Call me if you need me."

Amy swallowed back tears. "I will."

She slept restlessly that night. She was thankful she had changed her sheets. Normally the clean, fresh cotton helped her relax sufficiently.

Not today. The events of the day played on a loop in her mind. Sheldon had obviously meticulously planned everything that had happened between them. The box with her stuff, adding Penny's bra to create some sort of illusion he had already moved on from her. And then the encounter in the kitchen. He had kissed her like he had never done before. And then, later in her bedroom -

Amy cursed her own body as she felt herself get aroused again.

He had given her multiple outs, she realised. But she had never stopped him. She had been so curious, but also felt like she deserved it – the same way she had deserved that kiss in the train.

And when he did give her what she deserved, it had been nothing like the expected it to be. He had been almost loving when he had taken her. Asking her if she was alright, waiting for her to adjust to him.

And the feeling of him inside of her. No romance novel had prepared her for the feeling of this deep connection with him. It was at that moment – when he had been making love to her slowly, deeply – that she had realised that he was only doing this as a means to an end.

He only wanted her back because he couldn't handle change. And with Leonard and Penny getting married, there was already too much change going on. It had hurt her deeply, the realisation that he would go extremely far to maintain just a little bit of the status quo.

He had noticed that she had figured him out. He thought he had her fooled, but he hadn't. He and she both knew this now. His change in demeanour had been evident. He had been almost rough with her, saying things…

Amy gulped when she thought back to his words. I want you to remember this… how it was me who was your first… how I made you mine.

She was fully wet again now. Groaning in her pillow, she turned towards her nightstand. She might as well give herself a hand now. Perhaps it would help her sleep. "Hello Gerard, old friend," she muttered.

The next day, Amy woke up determined to get back at Sheldon. Her session with Gerard had helped her relax and clear her mind. But only a little, since it was Sheldon who she thought of during while she pleasured herself.

She spent her entire day going through her apartment, gathering everything and anything related to Sheldon. She looked at the pile of things on her kitchen table. Perhaps she was being to cruel with this. No, she figured, he had done the same to her.

It was payback time.

While California was always hot, Amy usually dressed conservatively, because of the air con everywhere. The moment she stepped out of her apartment building to her car, the heat fell like a stuffy blanket on top of her. Sweat gathered on her neck and dripped down her back on the short walk to her car.

Amy threw the box of Sheldon's things in the back of the car and climbed behind the wheel. She chucked off her cardigan and took of her shoes. Inelegantly, she pulled off her tights, while awkwardly reclining in the car seat. Stuffing the tights in her bag, she quickly put her keys in the ignition. She air con hit her full blast, quickly cooling her heated skin.

Amy took a few shallow breaths, trying to calm herself. What if she ran into Sheldon at Los Robles? The odds were not in her favour. She would just have to move quickly, she decided.

She could do this. If she was brave enough to put herself first and take a step back from this entire relationship with Sheldon, she could be brave enough to visit his neighbour without worrying of running into him.

Bare foot, she drove away with renewed determination.

If there was one thing she wouldn't be missing about her relationship with Sheldon, it was walking up three flights of stairs every time she came over. Her calves burned at the exercise. The box she was carrying around didn't help matters either.

Knocking on Penny's door, she waited while she tried to calm her breathing.

After a minute, she knocked again. That was odd. Yesterday that had made plans to meet up. Amy put down the box on the floor in front of her and grabbed her phone out of her purse. It buzzed in her hand at the same time with an incoming phone call.

"Hey Penny," Amy answered, a slight trepidation in her voice.

"Amy!" Penny sounded ecstatic. "I'm soooo sorry for not calling you earlier! It's just, Leonard and I are at the airport, we're on our way to San Francisco for the weekend. Sheldon got us a trip for our wedding. I know you kinda hate him right now, but isn't that great?"

Amy's stomach dropped. "Yeah, great," she muttered. "San Francisco, wow…" Sheldon had never taken her some place nice.

"I hope you're not on your way over to my place yet," Penny continued, oblivious to the tone of Amy's voice, "I caught you in time, right?"

Not daring to break her friend's heart, Amy lied. "No, no," she tried to sound happy for her friend, "I'm still at home. I was just on my way out though, so… I got lucky I guess." She laughed humourlessly. The irony of her last statement was not lost on her.

"Pheew!" Penny said in her ear, "thank God! I swear when we get back, I'll come over and we'll trash talk Sheldon together for an entire evening, kay?"

Amy smiled into the receiver. "I'd like that," she said. "Don't feel bad for me. I'll be fine. You and Leonard have fun. Bring me some salt water taffy, would you?"

Penny laughed, "I will sweetie. We're supposed to be boarding now. I should go."

"Alright, bye," Amy replied and ended the call. Now she had to carry that infuriating box down those flights of stairs as well. She sighed deeply.

Twisting to put her phone in her bag, she gasped at the sight of Sheldon standing in his front door. She clutched her chest in surprise and shock. Just the sight of him caused her heart rate to increase. Damn him.

How long had he been standing there? Had he heard the entire conversation?

He looked a little different from yesterday. He had been drinking, Penny had said. Perhaps there were bags under his eyes, but she couldn't tell from this distance. She unconsciously touched the hickey on her neck.

"Do you lie to your friends often?" he asked. His face blank.

"Excuse me?" Amy asked, quizzically. Not even a hello.

"You just lied to Penny about your whereabouts. Do you do that a lot, lie?" Sheldon clarified.

Amy sighed in exasperation. She rolled her eyes, "It's just a white lie, Sheldon." Really, she thought, why was she explaining herself to him?

Sheldon looked at the box at her feet. She watched his eyes widen with realisation.

"Are those my things?" he asked.

"Erm.. yes," Amy muttered. "I was going to give them to Penny, as per your suggestion. But I guess I might as well give them to you now." She bend down to lift the box, preparing herself for the strain in her arms.

She heard Sheldon make a noise of discomfort as she bend down. She stilled her movements. Was he checking out her ass? Arching her back on purpose, she lifted the box and moved back up slowly.

"Let me get that," he said, suddenly right next to her. Startled by his closeness, Amy nearly dropped the entire box altogether. He smelled so good. She hated him for it.

"I'm more than capable of lifting this myself, Sheldon. How do you think it got up these flights of stairs?" she snarled and moved past him quickly. His sudden fit of Southern masculinity made her heart flutter and she would have none of that.

She dropped the box on the coffee table in front of his spot and turned to exit as fast as her legs would allow her. Except Sheldon was blocking the door.

"Hold on," he spoke in his annoying know-it-all voice, "I want to go through it, make sure you haven't forgotten anything." He raised his eyebrows at her. His eyes bore into hers.

That look. Why, why¸ did he still have this effect on her?

She crossed her arms and tried to look bored instead of uncomfortable. "Fine," she acquiesced.

Sheldon went to sit in his spot and pulled the box towards him. Amy remained standing at the door. He looked up at her questioningly, his eyes shifting to the empty seat beside him. Did he really think she was going to sit beside him?

She just glared back to him, and he averted his eyes quickly. Amy almost felt bad for him. He looked insecure. She was not used to him looking insecure. Unable to help herself, she went to sit on the couch anyway, but at the opposite end from him.

Sheldon looked over to her. Her usual spot was beside him. She was a taking a stand and he noticed. Instead of commenting on it, he started to assess the contents of the box. He had shifted through some papers and magazines already.

Amy's stomach contracted suddenly. She was afraid of his reaction. It was a low blow, what she had done. She knew this, but the hurt he had caused her yesterday – and countless days before that – justified her behaviour in a way.

Sheldon pulled out the box of Star Trek DVDs. It was still in its protective plastic wrap. She had never bother to open or watch them. "This was gift," he said, his voice strangely strained. He wouldn't look at her.

"It was a way to make me like your precious friend Wil Wheaton, when he was rude to me during that taping of Fun with Flags," she corrected him. "I would hardly call that a gift."

Sheldon had red spots on his cheeks. He breathed out harshly. "Fine," he said dismissively.

He pulled out the t-shirt next.

This is it, she thought.

He grimaced as he looked at the outline of his home state filled with the words 'Everything is bigger in Texas'. He had brought it home for her after his impromptu visit to Houston with Howard. Amy had appreciated the gesture a lot – he had thought of her while visiting NASA – but she later found out Howard had brought the same t-shirt for Bernadette. She had assumed Howard had cajoled him into buying it for her, and it had disappeared to the back of her closet.

She watched his fingers grasp the fabric in his hands, noticing there was something wrapped inside it.

Amy actually held her breath as he unfolded the shirt. It was like watching someone unwrap a twisted present on his birthday. He wasn't going to like this.

Sheldon froze when he noticed what he held in his hands.

The rhinestones of her tiara glittered in the sunlight streaming through the window.

"I suppose you don't consider this a gift either then?" he muttered, twirling it around in his fingers.

He sounded hurt. And now that she saw his reaction, she regretted putting it in the box. Her own heart ached as she looked at him. Good God, what were they doing to each other? She was hurting the both of them with her actions.

No, she reminded herself, he had hurt her first. With his lack of attention to her – always – and his lack of physical contact. And then, when she asked him for some space to think things through, he had tried to manipulate her into being with him again.

Being physical with her just so he wouldn't have to deal with more change than his best friend getting married, had been the worst thing he had ever done.

Giving back the tiara that he had given her at the start of their relationship – he had been dismissive to her as well then, the tiara merely being a gift to make her forgive him – was not as big a blow as taking a girl's virginity like he had done.

"I don't want it anymore," she whispered.

He looked at her strangely. "Why not?" he asked bewildered. "I've hardly ever seen you as happy as you did when I gave it to you."

She looked away from his face. She had been happy. Ecstatic. She had thrown herself at him; kissing him for the first time – sober, that is – and hugging him tightly. Amy swallowed thickly, closing her eyes and willing back the tears. She would not cry in front of Sheldon now.

"I won't accept it," he said.

Amy huffed. "And why not?" she managed to get out without losing her cool. She looked up, and Sheldon had scooted closer to her. He was holding the tiara in his hands still, he was looking at it like it was the first time seeing it.

"Because," he said, "you look like a princess when you wear it." He lifted it and placed the tiara on her head.

Amy let him.

She held her breath as his fingers brushed the top of her head softly when he let go of the tiara. Sheldon's eyes flit over her face, his expression inscrutable. His hands softly brushed her hair away from her shoulder. She let out a shuddering breath.

You could cut the tension between them with a knife.

His eyes moved to the dark bruise on her neck.

"Princesses don't have hickeys," Amy whispered.

Sheldon's eyes cut back to hers. His pupils were dilated. There was hardly any blue left in them. Amy's heart fluttered in her chest.

And suddenly his mouth was on hers. His soft lips. Hot, open, wet.

Amy inhaled through her nose in shock. A spark buzzed through her. No! Not like this. She pushed him away roughly.

Their mouths disconnected with a loud smacking noise.

Sheldon looked at her wide-eyed. He scrambled away from her quickly. He was back in his spot, breathing deeply. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha–" he started.

"Shut up, Sheldon," she cut him off. Hiking up her skirt, she crawled over to him. Grasping the back of the couch with her hands, she swung her right leg over his lap swiftly and wedged her knee between his thigh and the armrest.

Sheldon looked up at her in alarm.

Or at least, he tried to. Her breasts were practically pressed in his face. Amy leaned back a little, looking him in the eyes again. She, too, was panting a little.

Should she go through with this? The ultimate vengeance would be giving him a taste of his own medicine…

With renewed determination, Amy bend down and crashed her mouth against his. Sheldon groaned in the back of his throat. He seemed frozen in shock still.

Amy repositioned her hands from the couch to his neck and opened her mouth over his, licking his lips as she went. Sheldon groaned again and seemed to come out of his shock. She felt his hands grasp her hips, squeezing her tightly. His tongue met hers readily between their opened mouths.

It was her turn to moan into his kiss. They had already become really good at this, she thought. Moving her mouth in sync with his, their tongues brushing against each other, it all came naturally to her.

And she despised him for it. How dare he be good at French kissing as well? Was there anything this man did excel in?

Well, she could think of a couple things. She had plenty of reasons to be here right now after all, to give him a taste of his own medicine and hurt him as deeply as he had her.

It was time for phase two.

Amy pulled her skirt up higher around her waist, so it didn't constrict her movements as she sat down fully in Sheldon's lap. She broke away from his face with a gasp as she did. He was hard beneath her. She stilled her movements immediately, looking at him with a startled expression on her face.

Sheldon was breathing deeply, staring at her. He grabbed her hips in a tight grip and bucked up against her. His hardness pushing against her hot centre.

Her eyes closed on their own accord as arousal coursed through her. Needing to stay in control, she fisted his shirt firmly and pulled his mouth up to hers. Sheldon kissed her with abandon.

She had him right where she wanted him.

Amy had it all figured out; she would get him hot and bothered and then she would leave him on the couch. She'd walk out of that apartment with her head held high and never return.

But that didn't mean she couldn't continue to kiss him just a little longer, right? She had waited so long to be able to kiss him like this, she'd hate herself later if she didn't take advantage of the situation for just a couple of minutes.

She loosened her grip on his shirt and let her hands roam over his chest, his shoulders, his hair. Sheldon moved his hands from her hips to her bare thighs (Why had she taken of her tights in the car?). He moved his palms in soft caresses, slowly pushing her skirt up even more. His touch on her bare skin caused her arousal to increase.

Desperate for some friction, Amy pressed her hips down against the hard bulge in his pants. Sheldon grunted in her mouth. Good, she thought, it was almost time to get up and leave him there.

Except Sheldon seemed to have different ideas to where this was going.

His hands moved quickly to her bottom, and pulled her down onto his still-covered member. Amy mewled into his mouth at the bursts of pleasure he caused.

She started to gyrate her hips. Sheldon was kissing her sloppily now, obviously losing control. That was probably a good thing, because Amy was desperate for control of the situation. She was on top, dammit! She could be the one who held the power in this situation.

Time for phase three.

Amy shifted back a little on his lap and his hands fell for her bottom to her legs. She reached for the front of his pants. She worked fast. In less than three seconds, she had his pants unbuttoned and his zipper lowered. Reaching inside his briefs she encircled his erect penis with her hand.

It was the first time touching him like this. Touching any penis actually. Yesterday, she hadn't touched him there. He had only touched her and then he had fucked her – for a lack of better word.

She felt the anger return. He had robbed her of that as well. His was the first penis to touch her that intimately, and she hadn't even know what it felt like in her hand.

It felt not at all like she expected. He was very firm, hard. But the skin around it was soft to touch. She moved her hand up and down slowly. Sheldon had ceased kissing her the moment her hand had lowered his zipper. He was staring at her in wonderment. His breathing was out of control.

Amy felt herself get even more aroused touching him like this.

Perhaps she could expand phase three a little bit. What harm would it be if she could use this moment to gain some experience with male genitals? At least like that, she would be able to please the next man she was with.

And she had to admit, she kind of liked seeing Sheldon look at her like this. She had incredible power over him now.

Sheldon was panting and groaning as she kept moving her hand up and down slowly. Having regained confidence, she increased her movements. The effect was immediate. Sheldon moaned aloud and dropped his head back to the back of the couch. "Amy…" he breathed.

Amy felt her insides clench at the sound of her name on his lips. Who was she kidding? She wanted him. Despite all his flaws, his complete lack of communication skills and his blatant disregard for her feelings, the desire for him was there still.

Perhaps just once more? After all, yesterday she was taken by surprise and didn't really phantom what was happening for a long time. And now, they both knew where this could go.

Yes, Amy figured. It was only logical to do it once more.

Sheldon's head was still on the back of the couch, with his eyes closed. It was probably for the best, he wouldn't be able to see what she was about to do. Amy reached between her legs, moving her sodden panties to the side, all the while never stopping her pumping motions on his member.

She shifted forward again. Her legs spread open across his hips, she had fairly easy access. She stopped her movements on his erection, and slid it against her wet core instead.

Sheldon's eyes shot open and he lifted his head slightly off the couch. Amy swallowed thickly and moved her hips against his member, lubricating it with her arousal. She let out a shuddering breath. Sheldon looked at her with a look she couldn't place.

When Amy rubbed him against her clit, she let out a moan of pleasure. She could just use him as some sort of life-version of Gerard as well, she figured, and just hump him till she came. Just when she was about to do so, Sheldon grabbed her hips and pushed her away from him a little.

"Amy," he moaned. He was panting, and wasn't looking at her. Instead, he was looking down at his erect member. It sprung up from between is still partially-clothed legs. He gave her another push, so she was resting on her knees above his thighs. His hands went to his pants quickly while he lifted his ass from the couch. He slid both his pants and briefs down to his thighs.

Sliding his hand up her thigh next, he grasped the fabric of her panties and jerked them slightly. Amy grasped his shoulders tightly for balance and lifted one of her legs from the couch. Meanwhile Sheldon tried lower her panties further. She should have thought this through. She wasn't that flexible. There was no way she would be able to stretch her leg up in a way to take her panties off with her still straddling him. Huffing in annoyance, she pushed at his shoulders again and lifted herself off the couch quickly.

While maintaining eye contact with Sheldon, she stepped out of her panties as elegantly as possible, and pulled her skirt down and off her for good measure as well. Kicking of her shoes, she regarded him.

If she was going to use him as a life-sized version of a sex toy, she might as well do the thing she had always been curious about.

Sheldon would probably not be into it that much, but hey... it wasn't as if they could be more broken up than they already were, right?

She looked at the couch to determine whether or not this would work. The cushions were probably big enough for this. Slowly, she walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.

With a little force, she pushed him sideways, making him lie down on his side. He looked up from his reclined position.

He looked pretty silly with his pants around his knees, his erection jutting out proudly, him resting on his elbow while awkwardly looking at her.

Amy felt her stomach quiver with what she was about to do.

She walked up to Sheldon's face and pushed him down once more, making him lie down fully. His face was in her usual spot. How fitting that she would sit there again, she thought with a small smile.

Sheldon was looking at her with a worried look on his face.

Amy raised her eyebrows at him. She bend her knees, resting against the couch cushion. Sheldon looked at her crotch apprehensively. Taking a deep breath, Amy moved her weight onto her left knee, while she lifted her right leg up high and straddled his face.

She hovered a couple of inches above his face. Sheldon's eyes regarded her anxiously. He breathed in and out harshly through his mouth, and the feeling against her most private parts made Amy tremble.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Sheldon looked really uncomfortable, and to be honest, she didn't feel that great now as well. While she was recently waxed, she was still worried Sheldon would be disgusted by the smell or the taste of her.

Amy figured it'd be better to leave it. She lifted herself a little higher, about to climb off of him, when she felt Sheldon grasp her thighs firmly in his hands. He pulled her towards him.

Amy looked down with wide eyes and an open mouth as she felt Sheldon exhale against her again. His blue eyes bore into hers when she felt something warm, wet, velvety brush against her. Amy gasped. He licked her again, his tongue moving over her privates with more pressure now. She whimpered. His tongue against her felt so much different than her fingers (or her electric toothbrush), good different. Amazing.

When she felt his mouth join in, his lips moving over her, while his tongue mapped out every crevice of her pussy, she had to hold onto the back of the couch in fear of toppling over. He had found her clit and was licking it, sucking on her. Amy wailed. The feeling was so intense, so incredibly good.

She was quickly approaching orgasm. Lowering herself on his face more, she kept him where she wanted him. Sheldon was happy to oblige, as he ate her out with a vigour.

Stars bursts behind her eyelids and waves of pleasure coursed through her. She trembled above him, screaming, sobbing with the intense feeling of release. Sheldon continued to feast on her, and she continued to spasm as shocks went through her. She whimpered when all of a sudden, she felt him shove his fingers inside of her. She felt herself contract around his fingers and Sheldon moaned against her pussy.

Shaking, she climbed off of him. She let herself fall in the seat next to his face, unable to move her limbs any more than that. Closing her eyes in bliss, she breathed out softly. Fuck, that had been the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had in her life.

She felt Sheldon get up of the couch next to her, and a short time later heard the tap run. She could hear him slosh around water in his mouth, and she couldn't help but wonder why he had done this.

She had been absolutely sure about her earlier conclusions. He had only been intimate with her yesterday to make her take him back. Because he was afraid of change and he had grown accustomed to her in his life. It had been a low blow.

Or had it?

His willingness to go down her just now, his gentle lovemaking and then his rough fucking yesterday, seemed to indicate otherwise. His words rang inside her head. How I made you mine...

Had he wanted her? Could it be possible that he had been intimate with her… for her?

She had never been this confused, uncertain. There was only one way to find out.

She felt the couch dent in next to her, as Sheldon sat down in his spot again. She could hear him breathe deeply still.

Taking one final breath herself, Amy slowly opened her eyes. She stood up from the couch and walked over to him. He looked at her blankly as she climbed back on top of him.

His hands enveloped her at once, both of them at the small of her back. He pulled her towards him. Amy pushed him back against the couch and kissed him again. She was going to do this now. She had to be sure he wanted her. All of her. Not just her company and her brilliant mind. He had to want her in every way possible. He had to understand that she wouldn't accept anything less.

Taking control again, she slid her tongue over his lips. He still tasted faintly of her. Grabbing his hands from her back, she moved them up to her bosom instead. Sheldon complied directly, palming them roughly through her clothes.

Amy moaned again. Oh, yes.

She grasped his member and pumped him up and down once again. The earlier lubrication on it had disappeared almost completely. Groaning in frustration, Amy let go of him. She moved back from him slightly and touched herself between her legs. She breathed in shortly at the friction of her fingers on her still sensitive flesh. Sheldon made a strangled sound in his throat as he looked at her with wide eyes.

She moved her hand back to his member and it slid over him easily now, coated with her wetness. Sheldon gasped and grabbed her hips again to bring her closer to him. She let him this time.

She brushed his dick again her again. Moving herself up his hips enough to make him graze her centre, she stopped and looked at Sheldon again.

He gazed up at her. He did want her. His eyes were nearly black now, and he was breathing shallowly.

Amy tried her hardest to read the look in his eyes. Was it love? Or just pure physical need for release? Or pure physical need for her?

His hand held her cheek now, and he kissed her softly. Amy moaned quietly. It was too much. Too much sentiment and feelings.

She shifted her hips and let the head of his dick slide inside her. She whimpered into his kiss. Despite her earlier orgasm, it still hurt a little as he stretched her. Pulling back from his face, she closed her eyes tightly as she lowered herself onto him completely. He felt even bigger than yesterday in this position.

She tried to breathe the sting away in short gasps. Sheldon was in her neck, panting as well, but for different reasons, she presumed. She could feel his dick pulse and throb inside of her.

She felt Sheldon press kisses on her neck now, while his fingers moved in circles on her hips.

"Amy," he breathed back to her, "you feel so good, so hot, so tight around me…"

She squealed again as he moved his hand to stimulate her clit with his thumb. She felt her arousal building, more wetness gushed out of her. She lifted herself up on her knees and moved back down again, lubricating his member further. He slid into her easier now, and she picked up the pace.

He still felt too big for her at this angle, but with Sheldon's continued touches on her most sensitive part, she was able to take him inside her.

Sheldon was gazing up at her as she rode him.

She squeezed her knees close to his hips, and used them as leverage while she bounced up and down on him. She was panting wantonly with each downward movement onto his member. Sheldon was gasping and groaning as she went. He looked at her with disbelief and amazement and she had never felt this sexy in her life.

Oh, she was going to miss this feeling of him inside of her if this turned out to be another round of break-up sex.

Sheldon's groans grew louder and louder steadily. She couldn't help but be grateful, sex in this position was exhausting. Suddenly she felt Sheldon grasp her hips tightly. He pulled her down fast as he pushed up hard into her from below her.

Amy cried out. He was hitting something inside of her. Her eyes bugged out as she gasped for breath. Squeezing his shoulders tightly, she moaned.

"Say my name, Amy," Sheldon groaned out, "please." He was rubbing her clit again, his other hand on her hip as he had her fast, pumping into her at a steady pace.

It dawned on her that she hadn't said a word to him after she told him to shut up. Instead, she had used him for her own pleasure. Riding him – his face and his dick – without once acknowledging him by his name.

She had tortured him long enough.

"Sheldon," she whispered, her voice high pitched and breathless.

The effect was instantaneous. Sheldon growled and rubbed her harder, pumping into her faster. "Amy…" he moaned, his face in her neck. He pressed a kiss to her pulse point.

It was her undoing. Also, he hit that spot inside her again, and suddenly she soared. High. Crying out his name without prompting this time, she convulsed on top of him as her orgasm tore through her body. Shocks of pleasure followed waves of pure bliss, it seemed.

Sheldon groaned continuously in her ear, the volume increasing rapidly. "Ahhhh… Amy… fuck, AMYYY…" he grunted in her ear. The grip on her hips was bruising her for sure now. She felt him come, shooting warm liquid inside of her, his dick throbbing as he did.

Amy was panting, the aftershocks of her orgasm had finally ceased. Sheldon's face was still in her neck, his forehead slick with sweat. Amy felt sticky as well. She was still dressed from the top up, had her shirt clung to her back uncomfortably. Would Sheldon mind terribly if she took a shower here?

His dick was softening, and Amy undulated her hips so it slipped out of her. Sheldon grunted at the loss. She herself felt strangely empty now.

Her legs felt extremely sore. She hadn't worked out like this in ages. Amy sighed, and made to move away from her position on top of him. Sheldon held her hips in a firm grip, stopping her from getting up.

"Don't leave, Amy," he whispered, his voice sounded insecure again. Oh, how the tables have turned, she mused.

"I wasn't going to. My legs are cramping up and I need to use the bathroom," she said softly.

Sheldon looked at her. His blue eyes uncertain. "Alright," he murmured and let go of her.

Amy had trouble walking to the bathroom, her legs shaking with exertion. She felt all sorts of fluids drip down her legs, and tried to hurry up. After she took care of her business, she walked over to the sink intending to wash her hands.

She heard three sets of knocks at the door, Sheldon calling out her name after each set. "Come in," she replied.

Amy bent down to turn on the faucet, grabbing the bar of soap to lather up her hands. She heard Sheldon enter the bathroom behind her.

She looked up into the mirror to look at him and froze when she saw her own reflection.

She still wore the tiara.

Sheldon stared at her in the mirror. "What just happened, Amy?" he asked.

Rinsing the soap from her hands, Amy took some time to answer. "Didn't you read about this in Cosmopolitan magazine?"

Sheldon hated it when she answered a question with another question. It showed. He scowled at her.

Amy chuckled, deciding to humour him. "I believe it's called make-up sex," she gave him a small smile in the mirror.

Sheldon's face was unreadable, but he walked closer to her and turned her around. He lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips briefly. Amy felt her insides burn.

She pulled away from him.

"Take a shower with me?" she asked, suddenly a bit shy.

They would talk later. Preferably after a nap. She was exhausted, both emotionally and physically.

Sheldon nodded.

Amy turned back to look at her reflection again. Her hair a mess, but the tiara had stayed miraculously in place. Sheldon caught her eye in the mirror.

He nodded to the piece of jewellery on her head. He was smirking.

"I bet princesses don't sit on their boyfriend's faces, either."

END

FOR REAL THIS TIME

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