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Dormus Interruptus.
Chapter 1.
"Which side do you prefer?"
Amy glanced at the immaculately made bed, then to Sheldon, who was standing on the far side.
"One side is much the same as the other to me" she replied, "you pick".
Sheldon paused, weighing up the pros and cons. Finally he announced, "I'll take this side. It's closest to the door".
"Afraid I'll trap you in here with me?" she asked, a grin on her face.
"No" Sheldon replied, "if we have intruders, they have to get past me, to get to you".
"Oh Sheldon, my Knight in shining armor".
Sheldon's face lost its smile. "Now you're just making fun of me".
"No I'm not" Amy replied, "I think it's really sweet, that you want to protect me".
Pulling back the covers, Amy swept her eyes over the freshly laundered sheet. A nervous grin creeping onto her face, she announced "Here we go, one small step for Amy, one giant leap for Shamy kind", then she slipped into the bed.
Sheldon gave her a puzzled look. "I thought you didn't like the word Shamy?"
"It's growing on me" she replied, "besides, 'one giant leap for Sheldon and Amy kind' doesn't sound right".
"True" he replied, then drawing back his side of the covers, he slipped into the bed and drew the covers over him.
They lay there for a few minutes, both lying on their backs, a good eighteen inches of empty space between them, then Sheldon said "Amy".
"Yes Sheldon" she asked. There was a brief silence, then he gulped so loud she could hear it. "Amy" he repeated, "can I ask you something?"
"Of course" she replied, "you can ask me anything".
"Amy" he said again, "could we cuddle?"
She lay there stunned. This was their first night sleeping in the same bed, and here was Sheldon Cooper, the most socially anxious, touch phobic person she'd ever met, asking to cuddle with her.
"I'd love to" she said, "do want to come over here, or shall I come over there?"
"We could meet in the middle", he replied.
She paused, unsure how to phrase the next question. "Face to face or spooning?"
She could hear his breathing increase, as he pondered the question. Finally, in a timid voice, that sounded more like he was asking a question than making a statement, he replied, "Spooning".
"OK" she said, "I'll meet you in the middle".
They shuffled across the mattress, until they were a few inches apart, then Amy rolled over so her back was facing Sheldon. For a moment, she lay there, aware of his presence behind her but not touching , then he pressed himself to her back, forming himself to fit against her, his face pressed into her mass of soft brown hair.
She heard him inhale deeply, then, with no hint of nerves or hesitation, he whispered into her ear, "mmm, you smell nice".
"Thank you" she murmured, "Goodnight".
-o-o-o-o-
Stirring from sleep, Amy sensed something wasn't right. For a start, she wasn't alone, secondly, whoever was with her, had their arms around her, and finally, and perhaps most disturbingly, the other person was a man.
She could tell it was a man, because a certain male appendage was digging into her pelvis.
Opening her eyes, she found herself staring into the face of Sheldon Cooper. Gradually, it began to come back to her, This was their first night sharing a bed, which explained why she awoke confused, but not why she was face to face with him, held in a bear hug, with his erection pressing into her pelvis, the pressure beginning to make her aroused.
She lay there, pondering what to do. She could try to go back to sleep but, as the pressing was what had woken her, it was unlikely she could go back to sleep like this.
She could wake him up, but he would be embarrassed, and likely cancel the bed sharing, perhaps permanently.
The third, and she figured, preferable option, was to try to reposition him, without waking him.
Reaching between their bodies, she put her hand on him, outside his pajama pants, then, gently guided him downward, until he slipped under her, to rest between her legs.
As she breathed a sigh of relief, he began twitching and jerking, then he stiffened, and she felt him release into his pajama pants.
His eyes sprang open, a look of horror on his face. Sensing what had happened, he began gasping, his face turning red, then he leapt out of bed, holding his groin, and fled to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and throwing the bolt.
Amy lay there for a good 10 minutes, waiting for Sheldon to return, but he remained in the bathroom.
Eventually, growing concerned, she got out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door, "Sheldon" she called, "are you alright?"
30 seconds passed in silence, then she called again, "Sheldon", pausing, she continued more forcefully, "Sheldon, Open this door!"
There was the sound of someone pulling themselves from the floor, then bare feet on vinyl tiles, and the bolt was pulled back.
She waited a few seconds then, turning the doorknob, she peeked around the door. The sight she beheld made her want to cry.
Sheldon was sitting on the floor, a bath towel across his lap. His pajama pants were in the hand basin, which was full of water.
Moving slowly, she crossed the tiled floor and knelt in front of him.
Reaching out slowly, she stroked his cheek, but he just sat there, staring at the wall.
In a low, gentle voice, little more than a whisper, she said "It's OK". Pausing, she continued, "come on Sheldon, let's go back to bed".
Standing up, she offered him her hands. He looked at them for a moment, then taking them, he pulled himself to his feet. As he stood upright, the towel slipped and he was left standing there, naked from the waist down.
Nonchalantly, Amy swept the towel from the floor, and wrapped it around him, tucking it in to prevent it slipping again.
She led him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, sitting him on the bed, then she climbed onto the bed alongside him.
They sat there for a good ten minutes, not saying a word, the only sound an occasional sniff, as Sheldon stared at his own feet, his hands clasped together in his lap.
Eventually, Amy could stand the silence no longer, Turning to look at him, she said "Sheldon, look at me".
For a moment, there was no reaction, then he turned to look at her, a look of embarrassment on his face.
She hesitated, unsure how to start a conversation like this. Taking a deep breath, she began "This has never happened to you before, has it?"
He shook his head.
"Well" she said, "It's perfectly natural. It's certainly nothing to be ashamed of".
Sheldon paused, "Honestly?"
Amy gave him a gentle smile, "Of course honestly. I would never lie to you".
A sheepish grin appearing on his face, he asked "Has it ever happened to you?"
"Not exactly" she said, "because women are made differently, but yes, I've had an orgasm in my sleep. Most people have".
He sat there, contemplating what he had just heard.
Amy hesitated, unsure whether to continue the discussion. Deciding to go on, she said "It was a dream, wasn't it?"
Sheldon gave a slight nod.
"About me?" she asked.
An even smaller nod. Sheldon hesitated, his upper lip trembling slightly. "We were …" he trailed off.
"Making love?" she asked.
He nodded again, "You're not angry?"
Smiling a gentle smile, she replied "Of course I'm not angry. Why would you think I would be?"
He shrugged, "For thinking of you that way?"
"Firstly" she began, "it wasn't your choice to think of me that way. You can't blame yourself for your subconscious thoughts, and secondly, I'm your girlfriend, so you're allowed to think of me that way".
She noticed his body relax a little. "Thank goodness for that" she thought.
"Let's get some sleep".
He looked nervous. "What if it happens again?"
With a slight shrug, she replied, "So? what if it happens again?"
Climbing off the bed, she asked "Do you have spare pajamas?"
"Bottom drawer" he replied.
Taking out a pair, she asked "Do you need the tops as well?"
"No, just the bottoms, thanks".
Handing him the bottoms, she asked "Do you want me to leave, while you put them on".
"No, that won't be necessary. Just turn your back" he replied, "besides, you saw everything I've got, in the bathroom".
Amy grinned, "That's true. Oh, and anytime you want to see what I've got, you only need to ask".
Sheldon swallowed hard. "Go on then" he dared.
She hesitated, then with a grin, she undid the cord and let her pajama bottoms drop.
Sheldon sat there, frozen to the spot, his eyes like saucers.
Bending down, she pulled up the pajama bottoms. "That'll teach you", she grinned, "never call Amy Farrah Fowler's bluff".
Slipping under the covers, Amy looked across at him. "Do you want to sleep apart?"
"Might be a good idea" he replied.
"OK, Goodnight" she called, "sweet dreams".