800The Work-Life Balance Disruption
Epilogue
Seven months later
Amy twiddled her thumbs as she waited to be called in. She tugged on her skirt.
"Ah, Miss Fowler," Ms Davis greeted her. "Please come on in."
Amy got up and walked into the office. Ms Davis gave her a smile.
"It's good to see you here again, Miss Fowler," she said.
"It's uh… Doctor now, actually," Amy corrected her. She was still getting used to that title herself.
"Oh, that's right! Congratulations," Ms Davis said, sounding sincere. "Now, we're here to talk over some of the logistics for your new position here at Caltech. We're very happy to have you to continue the addiction study. Now, I know I'm not allowed to say this; but we may have been able to secure funding to get the monkeys addicted on heavier substances than just nicotine."
Amy grinned. She was looking forward to that already.
Together they went over her contract. It was still a temporary position – she had just finished her doctorate after all – but the money was nice. If they gave this kind of salary to a researcher, she wondered what kind of money she would make in a different position – such as teaching.
After all the formalities were settled, Ms Davis looked over Amy's resume once more.
"This is really impressive, especially for your age," she said. "Sometimes I get so used to all the geniuses we have around here, that I forget to express my admiration for your hard work."
Amy gave her a small smile. She wasn't that much of a genius.
"Speaking of geniuses, you had Doctor Cooper's class in the first semester here didn't you?"
"Uh, yes I did," Amy said, hoping she didn't blush too hard at the mention of his name.
"How was he?"
Amy blinked. Did she know? "Excuse me?" she asked, looking at Ms Davis with wide eyes.
"As a teacher? I remember telling you he was fairly new to the field," Ms Davis elaborated. "We do evaluations with the students after the semester is over, but I don't recall reading yours."
That's because she hadn't handed it in. The aforementioned teacher had been busy teaching her all kinds of things, unrelated to physics.
"I must have forgotten to hand it in... But Doctor Cooper knows how much I enjoyed his classes," Amy said, smiling at her.
"Did he teach you a lot?" Ms Davis asked.
Oh, yes he did.
She left Ms Davis' office with a signed contract in her bag. It felt good, knowing she would be making money and providing for herself now, instead of living off grants or her parents.
Caltech felt different in summer, without the students present. Or maybe it was just weird being back there as an employee instead of a student. She was still getting used to the fact that she was Doctor Fowler now.
She thought back to the ceremony at Harvard, where she had defended her dissertation before the thesis committee. The nerves had almost made it impossible for her to enjoy the actual moment; the elaborate ornaments in the hall, the portraits of notable alumni adorning the walls, the proud faces of her parents.
She had walked back to them on unstable legs. Her father had beamed at her, and even her mother had smiled. But it had been Sheldon on her father's left who looked at her with a combination of pride and possessiveness that had made her blood run hot.
"Congratulations, Doctor Fowler," he had said, smirking at her. She still felt the flutters in her stomach when she thought back to the look in his eyes then.
She checked the time; Sheldon would still be in his office. They hadn't seen each other in the two weeks after the ceremony. Even after receiving her doctorate, Amy had been awfully busy with wrapping up a lot of loose ends at Harvard, not to mention rounding up all her stuff and boxing everything for shipping. While they still talked on the phone and had R-rated video chats from time to time, she had really missed Sheldon. She wondered if the nerves she felt before seeing him would ever disappear.
Amy popped into the bathroom quickly. Smirking wickedly, she took off her panties and put them in the pocket of her jacket.
She could hear them argue all the way down the hall of the southeast corridor already. The door to his office was open, and Amy couldn't help by grin when she heard them arguing. It was strangely familiar.
"What do you mean it couldn't have happened?" Leonard repeated.
"Oh come on Leonard, the time travel in Avengers: Endgame is even less believable than the one in Hot-Tub Time Machine," Howard piped up.
Amy knocked on the open door. "Working hard again, I see?" she smiled.
Howard, Rajesh and Leonard all looked up in surprise when they saw her. Within seconds she was hugged by each of them, and bombarded with questions.
"I didn't know you'd be coming today!" Leonard exclaimed. "Sheldon, why didn't you tell me? I would have picked her up at the airport."
"Oh, that's alright. Sheldon sent an Uber," Amy smiled. She looked up at him – he was still standing by his desk, looking at her with piercing eyes. "Amir says 'hi'. Also, his wife is expecting again."
Sheldon smiled slightly. "That's nice," he said.
Wasn't he coming over to greet her? They had spent nights talking to each other on the phone, and Amy had expected him to swoop her up in his arms the second they laid eyes on each other.
She extracted herself from the others and walked up to Sheldon. His eyes had that sparkle in them that made her weak in the knees.
"Hi," she said as she reached him.
"Hello," he replied.
She took another step to him and reached for his face with her right hand. Their lips met in a chaste kiss. Electric shocks coursed through her nonetheless. Amy reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out the wadded-up panties. She pulled Sheldon closer, so it wouldn't be visible to the others what she was doing. She gripped the front pocket of his slacks and deposited the panties in there.
She pulled back from his face and gave him an innocent smile.
"I signed my contract just now," she said, more to the others than to him.
"Oh! We should go out to celebrate!" Rajesh called out.
Amy turned around, intending to decline politely, when Sheldon spoke up.
"We can go out later tonight," he said – his voice breaking no argument. Amy turned to him, and saw that his hand was in his front pocket, undoubtedly grasping her panties in a firm grip. She ducked her head to hide her grin.
"Would you gentlemen excuse us please?" Sheldon continued.
Wolowitz looked at them suspiciously. Leonard just grinned. "Come on," he said, pulling the guys with him. "We'll get out of your hair."
They waved and said their goodbyes. Sheldon walked around Amy to his office door and closed the door. The lock clicked.
"Now, Miss Fowler," he said, slowly turning around. "Would you care to explain what you just put in my pocket?"
Amy grinned. "I don't know what you're talking about, professor," she said innocently. "And it's Doctor Fowler now."
"Not in here it isn't," Sheldon rebutted. He raised an eyebrow at her. The heated look he gave her made her weak in the knees immediately.
She giggled.
"Did you know I once had a dream where you were disciplining me in your office?" she asked in the same innocent tone, but she bit her lip and looked at him with what she hoped was a seductive look.
"Is that right?" Sheldon asked, and he stalked towards her slowly.
Amy nodded. He was approaching her like a lion would its prey. Her already aroused state increased rapidly.
"Perhaps I should have," Sheldon muttered, and his hand reached out to her. His knuckles grazed over her jaw. "You were asking for a spanking more than once, Miss Fowler."
Amy gasped. She wasn't even acting right now.
"I was not!" she argued.
Sheldon raised both his eyebrows. "I think it would be wise if you let your teacher do the talking now, Miss Fowler," Sheldon spoke lowly.
Amy gulped. What were they doing? Was this some sort of role-play? It was extremely exciting.
"I seem to recall you having a big mouth to me quite often," he continued softly, his eyes moved over her face. "You were always trying to provoke me, and you know it. From your terrible interpretation of Newton's laws of motion to that schoolgirl skirt… I should have bent you over my desk to smack some sense into you."
Amy was panting softly. She was extremely aroused now. And she wasn't even wearing any panties now to catch all the wetness that was accumulating between her legs.
"H-how would you have done that?" she asked breathlessly. "Professor?" she added.
Sheldon smirked at her. "We'll first have to determine what kind of punishment you deserve, Miss Fowler," he said. "What do you think the severity of your behaviour is?"
"Uhm," Amy gaped. She really had no idea to respond to this.
"Let's recap, shall we?" Sheldon asked. His hand moved from her jaw to her neck, caressing her softly. He was taking her pulse in her neck. Amy trembled.
"You managed to obtain my private telephone number and called me to proposition me outside of school hours," he started. "You provoked me in my office with your big mouth, and when I offered to tutor you privately regardless, you lied to me about studying the material…"
He was referring back to months ago. That eidetic memory of his was recounting all the events leading up to their first kiss later that same evening. He had threatened to discipline her that very afternoon. And that night, he had confessed to wanted to shut her up in a very unprofessional manner.
It all came rushing back to her. She gulped. Her aroused and nervous state was similar to the one she was in that very evening.
Maybe it wasn't just her fantasy they were acting out here, but his as well?
The thought that he wanted this too, made it even more thrilling.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Fowler?" he hissed, his pupils were blown wide.
Amy swallowed thickly. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered. "It won't happen again. Sir."
Sheldon groaned so softly she barely registered it. "And I'm supposed to take your word for it?"
Amy blushed. What was she supposed to do? She reached out to the front of his pants, intending to undo them. She brushed her fingers fleetingly over the bulge there. It twitched under her fingers.
"How can I make it up to you, Professor?" she whispered. She held his gaze and licked her lips. He couldn't handle that, she knew that now.
Sheldon's pupils dilated. He gripped her wrist and moved her hand away from his crotch.
"Turn around," he ordered darkly. "Hands on the desk."
Amy stared at him for a moment. He held her gaze. Amy exhaled slowly. She turned around, her heart was racing. She bent forward, grasping the edge of the desk with her hands.
"Let me show you how I should be disciplining bad students such as yourself, Miss Fowler," Sheldon said quietly.
He moved into her, and Amy felt him pull up her skirt slowly. It was bunched around her waist now, and the air felt cold against her wet centre.
"Do you go around all your professors without underwear, Miss Fowler?" Sheldon asked, and his hand caressed her over her ass. It had been weeks since he touched her. It felt incredible.
"No, Sir," she whispered.
"I should hope not," Sheldon muttered. "You've already misbehaved so much as it is…"
Amy was unprepared for the force with which his hand struck down on her naked bottom. She gasped loudly. He struck her again, on the other cheek this time.
And again. And again. And again. And again.
Amy was panting. Her ass burned with heat. She was embarrassed to realise how insanely wet she got from this. Her knuckles were white from the intense grip she had on his desk.
"Please," she mumbled. She couldn't take anymore.
"Please what, Miss Fowler?"
"No more," she panted. "I-I-I think I've learned my lesson…"
Both of his hands were palming her ass now. He had to be able to feel the scorching heat coming of her.
"I'll be the judge of that," Sheldon muttered.
One of his hands moved from her ass to between her legs. Amy moaned when he touched her there. She was practically dripping with want.
"Jesus, Amy," Sheldon breathed out, breaking character. She groaned when she felt his fingers inside her. He pumped them slowly, and she squeezed her muscles around him deliberately.
Sheldon growled behind her, and he removed his hand. She heard his zipper lowering, and in no time felt him brush up against her. She had longed for this. They hadn't been able to have sex after the dissertation ceremony; her parents had taken them out to dinner and after that the three of them had taken the night flight back to California. She had been frustrated for days afterwards. Still was, if she was honest.
She tried to recall how many weeks it had been since they had done it, but wasn't able to think clearly this close to it actually happening again.
"So wet for your professor, Miss Fowler," Sheldon muttered, back into character now. "Don't tell me you liked me spanking you?"
"N-no, Sir," Amy played along. She pushed her hips back, hoping he would take the hint and take her already. She was slowly going insane.
His hand struck down on her ass again. Hard. "What did I tell you about lying to me?" Sheldon hissed.
"Please, Sir…" Amy whispered.
"Fuck," Sheldon groaned. "I love hearing you beg for me."
He pushed into her. Amy yelped. He halted when he was buried to the hilt. Amy breathed out shallowly. She hadn't felt this full for a long time. Her whole body trembled.
"Amy," Sheldon panted. "You okay?"
She swallowed thickly. "Yes," she exhaled. She clenched her muscles around him. Hearing him groan in response caused a thrill to go through her.
"I can't hold back," Sheldon warned her. "I've missed you so. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."
She moaned softly. She liked Sheldon's preferred method of making it up to her. She really wouldn't mind if he took her roughly now, especially if that meant he'd have his head between her legs later that night.
But he took his time, surprisingly. He pulled back slowly, and pushed into her at a tantalizing pace. Amy moaned quietly with each push inside her.
A sudden hand on her shoulders made her bend over further, and the angle with which he penetrated her changed.
"OH!" Amy gasped. He was hitting a spot inside her that caused her to see stars within seconds.
"Oh, yesss," Sheldon groaned. He was increasing his thrusts, pushing harder and hitting that spot over and over again. Amy was moaning uncontrollably.
"Sh-Sheldon…" she breathed. She was close to coming now.
The feel of him inside her, the sounds coming from the joining of their bodies, the grunts Sheldon made with each push into her; it was all too much. It had been too long since she had done it and she had been craving it. Craving him.
Amy arched her back further and looked over her shoulder. Sheldon was red in the face from exertion, and he was staring at her with fire in his eyes. Amy's stomach constricted. Nope, she was never getting used to the way he looked at her.
"Did you miss me?" he panted, his grip on her ass increasing in time with his thrusts.
"Yes," Amy breathed. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly. "So much… God, Sheldon…"
He thrusted even harder now, encouraged by her. Amy shrieked as her orgasm overtook her. She felt her muscles contract around him. Her body shook with spasms, and the feeling of euphoria washed over her. Her arms gave out, and she dropped down onto the desk. If Sheldon hadn't had such a firm grip on her hips, her legs would have given out as well.
Sheldon groaned her name behind her, and she could feel him throb inside her as he came as well. "Ahh," Sheldon exclaimed. "Jesus Christ, Amy… Fuck, I missed you."
Amy breathed out slowly. Her release had nearly knocked her out. Her body still tingled with aftershocks. The both of them spent a few minutes catching their breaths. Sheldon groaned again as he pulled out of her carefully.
"Stay there," he mumbled. "Let me get some tissues, I can't have you dripping semen all over my office floor now."
Amy exhaled. She couldn't move now anyway. The gravity of what they had just done hit her like a ton of bricks. They had had sex in Sheldon's office. At least the door was locked, and she had been taking contraceptive pills for a few months now. But still.
She hadn't even been employed for a day and she was already having sex at work.
Sheldon handed her a bunch of tissues and Amy awkwardly cleaned up. He had sat down in his desk chair, breathing deeply still. Amy looked at him, he was staring at her again. She blushed.
"You should really learn to control yourself, Amy. We can't have this happening every time you're in here," Sheldon berated her.
Amy gaped at him. "Excuse me? You're the one who locked the door and – and spanked me!"
Sheldon did that irresistible eyebrow-raise.
"You wanted me to," he said, pulling her panties out of his pocket. "Or why else would you have taken these off before coming here?"
Amy blushed. He got her there. She held out her hand to him, intending to get her underwear back.
"What?" Sheldon asked, he held them in his hands, as if he was inspecting them.
"Can I have my panties back?" Amy asked, despite the cleaning up she just did, she still felt kind of gross and at least with her panties back she would be able to feel somewhat decent.
"These?" Sheldon asked, grinning wickedly. "Oh no, I'm keeping these. I have quite the collection now, you know. They'll pair nicely with the others; from your first two nights at my apartment, and the time you sucked me off in my classroom…"
"What?" Amy stammered.
"I think it would be a good way for you to really learn how to behave like a good student, Amy," Sheldon grinned at her. Amy shook her head at him, but she was smiling.
"Fine," she said. "But you do realise that it's quite an empty threat, you know."
Sheldon smirked, he held out one of his hands and made her walk around his desk. He pulled her in his lap.
"An empty threat?" he repeated, kissing her lips softly. "Because you'll have access to all my possessions now anyway?"
Amy felt a kind of warmth in her stomach as he said it. The boxes had been shipped a few days earlier, and the new key tot 2311 Los Robles had been on her keychain since his visit to Boston.
She leaned into him and they kissed sweetly.
"Exactly," Amy smiled.
"I didn't know I'd be able to miss you so much, but the last few weeks have been horrible," Sheldon said softly. He pulled her towards him and pressed a searing kiss to her lips.
Amy's heart soared. "I missed you too," Amy said. "But you won't have to miss me anymore now."
"That's right," Sheldon said, grinning at her. "It's a good thing we both have a week off. I don't see any reason for us to leave our bed the upcoming days."
Our bed. Amy smiled. She could get used to that.
END
A word of thanks to my fellow fangirls, whose enthusiasm and love for my writing (and the mysteries involving Amy's panties) have helped me bring this story to an end. Thank you Liv, Maria, Regi, Fran, Liz – and you too Bucky, I do hope you kept reading.
And thank you for taking the time to read, for sticking with me to the end and for your reviews as well. I cannot express how happy all your views, responses and favorites make me.
