The Nightgown Dislocalisation Proposition

Prompt by MichyGeary - I swear she is gonna drive me insane with those but hey, she gave me hers, I gave her mine...

- "Sheldon surprise visits Amy at home and catches her in her loungewear and is surprisingly turned on"

I tentatively rate this "T" and we shall see how this goes.

May contain spoilers from unaired - episodes, just to put this out there.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself as he walked up the second flight of stairs in his girlfriend's apartment building. It was not even date night but the last couple of weeks had left a mark on his soul and had messed with his schedule. To top this all off, he had realized that he had worn the same pajama pants two nights in a row and no matter how dutifully he had presoaked, washed and dried them, the bitter aftertaste remained. His mind couldn't take any more.

He had realized that if the passing of Howard's mother had influenced him in any way, it would be the realization that planning doesn't come with 100% security and that even a backup plan might just be a failed attempt to generate a security that couldn't even be generated. He sighed as he climbed up further.

He hated change. It had taken him his sweet time to accept Penny's insanely short new hair cut she had decided to get while he was out of town. Despite all his attempts she was not going to get a wig or hair extensions to help him ease the pain. 'That's what happens when you don't go to a Sheldon Cooper approved hairdresser', he thought as his mind wandered to other pressing issues disrupting his peace of mind. Ah! The annoyingly bright clips that Amy liked to use to pin her hair back. He didn't have a thing for those, they came in way too many colors than necessary. Also the brightness of them had too many disruptive features. It had climaxed in the 'Violet Hair Clip Incident of November 2014' when the two (!) hair clips had an ombre violet quality to them, when it had been determined that just one solid color was allowed. After the incident those clips were included in the Relationship Agreement and how could they ever not? They could only be changed with his written permission (what's a schedule if everyone can do as he pleases, right?!) and so far, no complaints had been made. Or no one wanted him to go into a terrible tantrum again. Possibly this.

He could get used to Leonard slowly but steadily moving into the apartment across the hall.
He could live with more freedom and personal choice of television program, food selection and temperature - thermostat control 24/7 and being in full control had its perks.

Then again, there really was no full control.

Which is why he was now steadily making his way to Amy's apartment, hands in the of pockets of his gloriously returned - newly bought - bus pants, panting slightly from the ascend and silently fuming.

Earlier that night...

"Sheldon, I really don't understand what the problem is," Amy said tentatively and tried to calm her boyfriend down who had just poured two teas with slightly too much force, causing the hot water to spill beside both cups.

"Here, let me," she said when she sensed the internal struggle reflecting in Sheldon's shaking hands. He wordlessly handed her the paper towel and avoided all eye contact as she dried the small lake that had formed on the kitchen counter.

"See? All gone. Now,..." Amy added cautiously, slowly went to the bin, threw the soaked tissues away and made her way back to her designated spot across the kitchen island, "... will you please tell me what's going on in this brilliant mind of yours?"

Sheldon involuntarily smiled at what he knew was meant as a compliment but re-composed immediately. No, he was still mad. Amy needed to realize that he was. He might even had to add a little pout to clarify for her.

"Well, Dr. Fowler, it seems as if the wine has been joined by a flower bouquet?"

Amy's eyes widened in confusion and she tilted her head to the side, questioningly. Wine? Flowers? It wasn't even date night was it? Now that she thought about that, it really wasn't. And Sheldon was in a very foul mood. What was going on!?

"I can't follow you," she said and continued to establish eye contact which Sheldon avoided.

"Of course you can't," he replied bluntly. Amy blinked and tried to force away the anger that always built up when he was being mean. Social conventions be dammed, this man surely lacked savoir-faire more often than socially acceptable and normally Amy would have forgotten about this and would have attributed this to his inability to process human interaction but something inside her snapped. She jammed the cup of tea onto the kitchen island and got up.

"You see Sheldon,.." she said, anger rising inside of her, "... I really have no clue what's going on, why you're in such a fowl mood after you just invited me up for a nice cup of tea after work. Normally I would let a snarky remark pass and move on. But mood swings are for women and her special days. You don't have that excuse. Unless you calm down and we have a normal conversation in which none of the participants makes fun of the other or diminishes their capabilities of understanding their counterpart, I suggest we call this a night."

Amy turned around, made her way to the couch, picked up her coat and her purse left the apartment, slamming the door in her wake. The echo had Sheldon awake from a confused daze and even more tea spilled onto the kitchen counter. It wasn't until she was gone for exactly seven minutes and forty-nine seconds that Sheldon realized: He should have told her about the flower bouquet he had found in front of her office and quickly hidden in his own. He should have told her that he had read the card that was attached to the colorful flower arrangement. He should have told her that Barry Kripke had send them. He should have told her that he was jealous.

Now ...

Sheldon was unsure how to proceed. He would have consulted Leonard but since activities that involved coitus as compensation for slip ups (or 'miscommunications' as Leonard told him this was officially called) were completely off the table and off any chart he had ever drawn, he had decided that he was probably smart enough to figure out what to do on his own. To his own rapidly growing dissatisfaction he hadn't come up with an acceptable way to make amends to his girlfriend. At least none that he knew she would like. She didn't fancy going to the train store that much, after all.

He contemplated whether he should knock. But what was the point in knocking if he had no clue how to proceed after he had done so. Even worse, he had no clue what to do if Amy opened the door and expected an explanation for what had happened earlier. How should he even try to explain his appearance at her apartment at 10.26pm?

Knock Knock Knock - is Amy still mad?

Knock Know Knock - is Amy still mad?

Knock Knock Knock - is Amy still mad?

He tried three different types of smile that he could use but either one soon morphed into the koala face. He couldn't use the koala face against her. It was impossible to resist ...

Twenty seconds passed and no reaction from inside.
Should he be worried? Should he knock again? Should he call Leonard to ask what to do? Should he wait for a little while longer?

Twenty more seconds passed until he heard a movement from inside. He realized that he had indeed held his breath. He sighed in relief as he heard his girlfriend approach the door, her bare feet barely making a noise on the carpet. Of course, he heard them anyway. Tap, tap, tap, the footsteps came closer and then he heard Amy unlock the door. As she blinked into the intruding brightness of the hallway lights, Amy stood before him and nothing more than silky soft loungewear. The kind that Penny would wear. The kind that Raj had bought his girlfriend just recently. The kind that was for other people to see.

He swallowed.
Then looked down and saw that the shimmering silky bottoms of her attire didn't even cover her knees.

He swallowed. Hard.
Oh boy, he was in a lot of trouble ... and then her somnolent voice, which was a lot deeper than usual acknowledged him.

"What's up, Sheldon?"