why do we do what we do? why do we wake up in the morning, three o'clock, stand at a crime scene in the freezing cold, living paycheck to paycheck, for what? to protect and serve? serve who, the public? sometimes it seems like they hate us and then here, we got the brass ready to throw us to the lions.
we do it ‘cause we’re good at it. maybe we’d be lousy at anything else. i don’t know, maybe we do it for the one or two times somebody actually thanks us for finding their son’s murderer.
As police officers in this big, complicated city, we see so much bad. So many souls filled with hatred and violence. And it’s our job to look for them, chase after them and confront them. Over time, they can become all we see. As with all evil, some good will always come from it. It can bring us together with some of the most dedicated, honorable, kind-hearted people we could ever hope to meet. It can fill hearts with a love so strong that it will endure forever and create unbreakable friendships that will last even in the face of life’s most difficult challenges. Sometimes, the good comes when we most need it and least expect it. If we are lucky enough to notice it, set our eyes upon it and appreciate it, it can almost make us forget all of the bad. Today is life. The only life you’re sure of. Make the most of today. Words of wisdom. A slice of goodness passed on by an innocent soul whose life was cut short by an errant bullet. These are words that will always stay with me, words that are about to change the course of my life forever. 9.17 Today is Life
“You really do excel at everything.” Amy says enjoying the ride as he moves his body between her legs and bends down to kiss her lips. She can taste her essence on his lips and it is beyond erotic, her body starts to tense up again as she thinks about how his mouth felt on her. Amy is shocked that he would be willing to do that, and she wonders how much farther she can push the boundaries. Feeling sated,suddenly she gets an idea, she is going to give the venerable Dr, Cooper a taste of his own medicine. Make him feel as pent up, and frustrated as she had felt over the years, she wants Sheldon to be begging for it in the end.
“Sheldon, lets slow down.” Amy tells him breaking away from his kiss, stopping his hands as they go to remove his pants.
“I thought you we were done taking it slow?” he asks confused.
“Yes, but I am curious now, and I want you to answer something for me.”
“How long have you been, thinking about this,it is obvious you have been doing your research. This is not something that you just came up with a few weeks ago. How long have you been seriously considering having coitus with me?”
“Thinking about or seriously considering, that would be two different dates.” Sheldon asks rolling off of her and laying on his pillows as Amy pulls the pajama top back over herself.
“I would like to hear both, but let us start with thinking about.”
“October, 21st 2010.” Sheldon says simply staring into her face his wide blue eyes innocent
“The night I made you perpetuate the ruse with my mother?” Amy ask confused.
“Yes, I was completely serious that night when I said we should engage in coitus at least once. All those saucy things I said, made me very excited, then you looked at me like I had sprouted a second head and I backed off.”
“Then, why did it take you so long to decide to actually go through with it once you knew I was open to the idea?”
“Fear, I never said when we should engage in activities, just that I thought that we should. Now the date I started seriously considering it and planning it is February, 14th, 2014, since that night I have been plagued with erotic dreams and musings about you.”
“Oooh, tell me one of your dreams.” Amy says, sitting up on the the bed excited, like a little kid about to hear a story.
“You just did, or have you developed a brain lesion that made your forget that I just read you a story that involves you and I, and our illicit activities.” Sheldon says rolling his eyes and Amy pouts at him.
“Come on, just that is different, that was Cooper and Amelia I want to hear about Sheldon and Amy.”
“No, it is far to personal and quite frankly a little embarrassing, the depth and detail that goes into my day dreams about us.”
“You think about it during the day too? You are not doing a good job not making me want to hear, all about it. How about this a little quid pro quo? You tell me your dreams, and then I will tell you mine and we shall see whose is the best.” Amy tells him reaching her hand out to run down his chest and he catches her hand. Staring into her eyes, his blue eyes darkened, the pupils dilated like a shark going into the kill.
“Fine, if you think you can handle it.” He says his voice husky and she knows he is making it deeper on purpose. The cadence and tone of his words sending shivers down her spine.
“Oh,I can handle it” Amy concedes
“When I was younger, I was sick a lot, like most of the time and my mother would try to cheer me up by constructing these elaborate blanket forts in our living room.” Sheldon starts out, and then pauses. Amy is not feeling confident in where this story is going, childhood memory and his Mommy? Not exactly ingredients for a sexy story . “ First she would take all the cushions off the couches and line them on the floor then she would get all the chairs from the kitchen table and arrange them so that she hung sheets and blankets over them it became like a giant tent. In the middle of the fort she would hang this big lantern flashlight, it was always so cozy in there I always felt safe. I would lay on the cushions and read by the lamplight all day long until my dad would come home and shout about the mess and make my mother take it down.”
“That is a good memory.” Amy smiles at him, at least happy that he is opening up to her, sharing a piece of him she never knew about before.
“Yes, well, often when I am feeling stressed or sad, I conjure up a memory of myself in my blanket fort. It is sort of my "happy place” (he makes air quotes with a disgusted face) if you believe in hippy dippy stuff like that. Anyways I often dream about myself in it as well, and one night I had a dream that was so vivid that when I woke up I was disappointed that it was not real. In it I woke up and I was in the fort, and I saw the sheets rustling and I was afraid it was my father coming to yell at me to take it down. In my dream I knew I was a grown man and he would be mad that I was still a making blanket forts. Then you came through the opening, dressed only in one of my t-shirts, my red flash one that I wore the first night you kissed me. You crawl towards me on your hands and knees. The whole time I am laying on my back looking backwards at you and you crawl towards my face and dip your head down and kiss me. I can feel your lips over mine and your tongue coax its way into my mouth. This was at a time mind you when we had not done this yet, and I was shocked that I enjoyed the sensation. Then I sit up and turn and face you, and we sit across from each other indian style. In the light from the lantern you almost seem to glow,you are just so lovely that I can not resist you. So I pull you close to me and you wrap your legs around my waist, and pull yourself into my lap. Then we kiss again, and it is thrilling, you suck on my neck and tug at my clothing. Then I take off your shirt and you are wearing nothing underneath, and my hands explore every inch of your body and just as I am reaching the pinnacle of my excitement… My mother yells Shelly its time for dinner and I wake up.“ Sheldon says shaking his head, "This is a dream repeated frequently, and every time I get to the point of release my mother wakes me up, horrid.”
“It is probably a manifestation of your hardwired guilt towards sex that your mother gave you.” Amy points out wishing more than ever she could attach some electrodes to his head and figure out how that beautiful brain of his ticked.
“Amy, could we not bring psychology to bed with us, you know how I feel about the field. You might as well bring a geology book in here while you are at it.” Sheldon sighs at her.
“It is only you that brings geology books to bed with you.” Amy sniggers
“How did you know about that? I thought you left way before the Geology book reading and The Stephen Hawking incident” Sheldon asks
“You don’t remember? Aah, memory impairment the free prize at the bottom of very wine bottle, the only thing that rattle that eidetic memory of I thought that would be the night that you said you started seriously considering coitus since you were begging me to do it ” Amy giggles,popping him gently on the nose.
“Amy, I did not! Tell me what happened.” Sheldon says seriously.
“Brought you to your bedroom, and you started taking off all your clothes and like a lady I looked away. Then you got into bed, without your pajamas on because you said you were too hot. Then you started sing "Hot in here” by Nelly and you invited me to take off all my clothes. When I told you it was not the best idea because you were drunk and being disorderly, then you said fine, I will find something else dirty to bring into bed with me, let me go that geology book. Then you got up and attempted to go into the living room nude, I stopped you, got you the book and left.“ Amy laughs.
"Oh dear lord I never knew that, why did you not disclose my behavior to me” he asks.
“I did not want to embarrass you, I knew you were not being yourself, although that night as I lay in bed I kicked myself for not taking you upon your offer. I am glad I did not though, it will kill me to think that you regretted anything that happened between us.”
“Did you touch yourself thinking about what could have happened?” Sheldon ask and Amy glows bright red.
“Sheldon!” she cries burying her face into the pillow.
“Well did you?” he asks again his voice dangerously low
“Yes, I did. ” Amy admits.
“Tell me, about what you would have wanted to happened if you had stayed What you thought about when you touched yourself that night, quid pro quo, remember.” Sheldon ask raising his eyebrows.
“Umm, well first I would have taken off my clothes and got the under the covers with you. Then you would have kissed me,deeply taking my breath away. Your hands would be allover my body and you would have lavished attention particularly to my breasts.” Amy says looking over at him and notes with glee that he is stroking himself through his pajama pants as she speaks
“Do you like it when I do that?” Sheldon asks reaching over now and beginning to unbutton her top, exposing her breasts taking each one into his hands and pulling gently at her hard nipples with his thumbs.
“Very, much so.” Amy sighs unable to concentrate under his attentions, forgetting her original plan to make him beg for it as her body cries out for attention again. Then he stops and smiles at her leaving her exposed and needy.
“Carry on.” He says oh two can play at this game Amy thinks
“Then I would have taken you into my mouth, and kissed you running my tongue down your length up and down and up and down before…” Sheldon stops her with a kiss pulling off his clothes with haste she did think possible from him. “Don’t you want me to continue?” she ask innocently as he moves between her legs gently pulling her knees apart.
“I don’t think I could take any more story telling tonight” he says before plunging into her in one hard thrust making her scream out in surprise and pleasure. Pulling her upward so that she is straddling his lap placing his hands underneath her bottom as she bounces urging her further on. “Besides, now I might actually get to finish the dream.” He says kissing her again as he tugs at her breasts making her cry out again. Then there is a knock on the bedroom wall that reverberates through the room.
“Can you guys please keep it down people are trying to sleep in here!”