I loved this story so I'm posting it on here.

Disclaimer: I don't own TBBT, this story is owned by fedaltard .

Author's Note: English is not my first language and I like to write
crack! Porn with no respect for grammar, pretty much AU, I just do it to have
fun.

Vegas

Amy woke up with a strange feeling of uneasiness, she usually didn't have any trouble getting off her bed,
but that day she was experiencing the standard symptoms of an alcohol-induced feeling of nerve distress known to the rest of the world as a hangover.

Her nether regions had a soreness that was highly unusual as well since she only used them for bowel movements and it was as if she used them for horse riding or coitus.

The next thing Amy noticed was her nudity and the fact that there was a naked male sleeping next to her, one of his arms was holding her tightly against his morning erection.

She tried to move, but the strong arm just held her tighter, in that moment she turned her head to look at the male that took her virginity, even if she wanted to subscribe to the alien parasite hypothesis, Occum's razor didn't point to
that.

It was Sheldon.

He was still asleep, his body curled towards her, his hair mussed and she saw several marks her teeth left on the upper part of his body.

One look at the room and Amy felt the need to vomit and it wasn't due to her
hangover.

It was a "Love" nightmare: a circular bed with red satin sheets, a big neon heart as a headboard (some parts of the circuit seemed to be malfunctioning, maybe too many hits to the wall?), rose petal leading the way from the entrance (wait, was that her brassiere torn up in the floor? go Sheldon!), Barry White music coming out from a hidden stereo system, a chest full of condoms and lubricants...

Didn't seem cheap at the sightless (at least not in monetary value) but the place looked like a porn movie set instead of a suite, it wasn't definitely what either one of them got when they arrived in Vegas (she was rooming with Penny, Sheldon was with Leonard).

Amy yawned and looked at her watch to check out the hour, then her whole world collapsed.

In her left hand, there was a wedding ring.

They have gone and done the worst cliché of all: getting drunk and marry in Vegas.

While the marriage idea had frightened her at the beginning, the possibilities of a future were creeping on her mind: Sheldon was the only male of her acquaintance that understood her and her work, by the looks of the room (how
have they broken that IRON chair? and his boxers somehow ended up there on the fan) they had an amazing sexual compatibility and since they have already talked about the possibility of having children together, this seemed like the most logical of paths for them to take.

(Now, they both did it when they were drunk, will he be as easily convinced when sober?)

Sheldon was still out to the world, not in his usual mummified way but very relaxed in his nakedness, his morning erection was tenting the sheet and she ached to touch it.

A wicked smile crept out on her face, maybe she would have to be persuasive and wake him up, help him with the "little" (oh no, that was not accurate at ALL) problem that he had in the moment.

Amy lifted up the sheet and saw his penis for the first time (at least the first non-drunk time), which brought her back memories of the previous night.

Come on guys, let's hit the casinos, with all our brains put together we can scrape out some cash! Howard was begging with all his might.

Wolfowitz, our minds have to be put to more noble pursuits, like science; but well, what can I expect from a man that only has a MSc to his name? you're a slave to your baser desires and expect to drag the rest of us with you.

Now, apart from the string theory monk, who else is game? Bernie, darling? please? He was doing the puppy dog eyes at his girlfriend.

I don't know Howard, what if we get stuck in one of those mafia casinos and some De Niro-lookalike takes us to the basement for a torture round? Leonard being his whiny self.

Come on guys, don't you want to have some fun? This is VEGAS! We didn't come here to stay holed up in the hotel! This is the city of Sin, we can have so much fun clubbing and betting. Live for once!

That was Penny trying to get them out of their comfort zones.

Amy was ok with Penny's idea, after all she thought they were going to be out of their element and back to their rooms soon enough.

I agree with my bestie, if we're in the capital of the state of sin, we have to sample what it has to offer.

You can't be serious Amy Farrah Fowler! This is the city of the STDs and germs, of the addicts and prostitutes! I refuse to go out of my room!

Raj was nursing a beer and pondering his options, finally setting up for a little guilt trip:

Come on dude, we're all going, are you refusing to allow me to be a part of the whole American experience? After you tricked me with the Thanksgiving gifts? Am I not good enough to have beer and dance in a Las Vegas club? Am I
not American enough to spend my life savings in a casino in the city? if you thought that way, you should have allowed them to remove my work visa and sent me back to the outskirts of Delhi where I belong with "my people"

Sheldon looked a bit remorseful and finally agreed, though they had to be back by midnight at MOST, he was not going to miss valuable REM cycles because of them and their homo sapiens desires.

Little did he know that night was going to change his life forever.