As he leaned backwards towards his mattress, a hand snaked up and threaded
through Amy's hair, pulling her towards him- into him.
"Come here," he murmured, enchanted by her fluttering green eyes and the
crimson of his shirt sparking his senses to life. Slow, tortured, passionately,
Sheldon pulled her down into a tender kiss. ~
Uh yeah! Shamy fanart in celebration of the premiere and all the good things that are bound to happen for the Shamy. A little racy? Maybe, but I don't care. I like Amy in his shirts, and oh man, drawing men is not my forte, but I tried! <3 Enjoy fellow Shamy-ites!
And pardon the little excerpt, I couldn't help myself.
