Author's Note: For those who don't have Tumblr. It's so short that I considered expanding it before posting here, but MEH. Very spur of the moment, early morning ficlet to fill a prompt like a week or two ago. And don't ask me why Leonard and Penny aren't around. Enjoy anyway?
The kitchen island was laden with myriad sundae toppings. Bowls of chocolate and butterscotch chips, crushed Oreos, gummy bears, chopped nuts, and berries littered the small space. Among them was scattered an outrageous selection of sprinkle shakers and syrups that ranged from normal to exotic. Two empty bowls and two shiny spoons rested neatly in the center. As Amy stared wide-eyed at the set-up, Sheldon crossed his arms and failed to bite back the smug grin now plastered across his face.
"Well, what do you think?"
It took Amy a moment to register the question directed at her. Once she did, she swiveled around to stare at the man-child she called boyfriend, bewildered and more than a little curious. "It all looks so tempting, Sheldon," she said slowly, "but I fail to grasp the purpose here."
Sheldon uncrossed his arms and managed to look offended. "Can't a guy put together an elaborate sundae bar to treat the special lady in his life?" he huffed.
"He could, but as it's not something he would normally do, the girlfriend might become a tad suspicious," Amy replied, narrowing her eyes. She could see him squirm a little at the intensity with which she studied him, but she refused to back down, determined to glean his true purpose. It was hard to believe Sheldon would subject his own kitchen to such potential catastrophe.
Shifting his weight back and forth, Sheldon tried and ultimately failed to ignore her scrutinizing gaze, breaking down and sighing, "All right, fine. Since Leonard and Penny failed to take my advice on procuring a sundae bar for their wedding reception next weekend, I decided that I would put together one of my own to commemorate the occasion. And also because I really wanted a sundae."
Amy chuckled and shook her head, turning back to evaluate the dessert buffet. "Well, that's as good a reason as any, I suppose. Is the ice cream in the freezer?" she asked as she reached for the top bowl. It had been a long time since Amy had indulged in a proper sundae and she didn't bother to hide her gusto now that she no longer suspected a dastardly plot afoot.
"Of course!" Sheldon immediately perked up at Amy's newly expressed excitement. He listed off the flavors as he walked over and swung open the freezer door. "We have New York vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry."
"Could I have some of each?"
Sheldon craned his neck and stared back at Amy, the frigid air ghosting across his shoulders. She had set down her bowl to roll up the sleeves of her top. Decidedly ignoring the now exposed pale flesh, he gave the idea a quick once-over in his mind and concluded that in the spirit of a proper sundae bar, he would allow for the adventurous foray of multiple ice cream flavors to co-mingle within the same bowl. He extracted all three containers and the pair began to craft their perfect desserts.
Ten minutes, two spills, and a ridiculously outlandish fight over the last few drops of chocolate syrup later, Sheldon and Amy were laughing as they devoured their creations. Among other lightly used toppings, Sheldon's sugary mountain was smothered in butterscotch chips and Oreo bits while Amy's dripped with three separate syrups almost hidden from view by the handful of nuts she'd sprinkled over it.
"Another brilliant idea from the mind of one Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper," Amy declared. She smiled and raised another heaping spoonful to her mouth.
"It was pretty great, wasn't it?" Sheldon said, looking up dreamily from his own bowl.
Amy's gaze flickered to Sheldon's mouth as his tongue lapped at a corner, removing a spot of chocolate ice cream. Perhaps, she thought, she would suggest they have sundaes more often. Then she noticed a few dark cookie crumbs solidly resting on the opposite corner of his swollen lips that he must not have realized were there. Without much additional thought, Amy stretched across the island and wiped them away with her thumb, bringing it back to lick the digit clean.
Sheldon watched dumbstruck as Amy continued nursing her dessert without batting an eyelash. She hadn't done anything like that in years, and back then it had been quite the travesty. But this time, he found he didn't mind the gesture. In fact, he considered, deviously coating the tip of his spoon with syrup, it was about time for a little payback.
The minx wouldn't know what hit her.