Sheldon shifted on the couch, turning almost completely sideways towards Amy and leaning forward, smiling into her green eyes that were sparkling back at him. He hadn't been this relaxed and connected to her in a long while. His anxiety about being "off the grid" and in a rural environment was all but forgotten. He was even enjoying the wine if he took small enough sips. The warm feeling inside of him was spreading with each sip and each glance into Amy's eyes.

He really enjoyed the way they were so much the same, easily swapping ideas of things they had both never done that lesser mortals could not claim. Salting food before trying it, throwing a frisbee, putting a foot in the ocean….

Each time they found something they could agree they had never done, never would do, his attraction to Amy increased. He leaned forward, he even patted her arm at one point. He found himself staring into her eyes and glancing at her smile and feeling more and more pulled towards her. He wanted to get close enough to smell her, to feel her breath on his skin, but he wasn't sure how to make it happen.

"Never have I ever….," he began, grinning mischieviously at Amy, "pressed all the buttons in an elevator!"

To his utter shock, Amy locked eyes with him and took a sip of her wine, grinning even more widely when she saw his eyes widen in shock. He felt like this heart would beat out of his chest as he exclaimed.

"Amy!"

"We all have a past, Sheldon," Amy said, putting down her wine glass and sitting back up against the couch, leaning slightly towards him, hands demurely in her lap. She seemed to be begging him to react, very pleased with herself.

"You Vixen!" Sheldon exclaimed, leaning forward without thinking and patting her arm.

As soon as he touched her arm, he felt a warm electrical jolt course through him. Amy's eyes sparkled back at him and she placed her hand on top of his, leaning forward even more towards him.

"It's actually surprisingly satisfying," she said. She looked at him conspiratorially. "When we get back, if you want, we could do it together in the elevator in my building."

Sheldon's eyes lit up at the adventure of it. "We could pick a time when no one else is likely to need it, so we don't inconvenience anyone!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, we could!" Amy agreed, beaming, squeezing his hand that was still on her arm.

Without thinking about it, Sheldon pulled Amy towards himself and put his arm around her, so that they ended up half lying together, cuddling. He relished her warmth against his body, and inhaled her scent as she immediately nestled into his chest and sighed with pleasure.

They stayed like this for a few minutes, both happy to just be close. Sheldon played with Amy's hair and stroked her shoulder lightly. Amy gently stroked her thumb on Sheldon's chest, afraid to move too much.

After a few quiet minutes, Amy decided to risk speaking.

"This is my favorite place in the world," she said softly, turning her face to smile up at him.

"A cabin the woods with no wifi or cell service is your favorite place in the world?" Sheldon asked, aghast, stiffening up.

"No, Sheldon," Amy rushed to assure him, making eye contact with him and laying her hand on his shoulder in reassurance, but staying pressed against him. "Not here," she said, gesturing to the room. "I mean, here, " she gestured to Sheldon's chest. "Right here, in your arms, is my favorite place in the world. I don't care where we actually ARE…"

Sheldon relaxed and Amy nestled back into his chest. "Oh," he said, thinking about that. He didn't say anything further. Sheldon yawned, feeling very relaxed and not at all uncomfortable being so close to another person. He realized how much he had changed. He felt as comfortable being close to Amy as he felt when he was alone. There was no stress in holding her hand, cuddling, or stroking her hair. He enjoyed it. He felt like he would like to suggest that they could do more, but he didn't know quite how to bring it up. He knew he was not good at reading people, Amy included, sadly. Sighing, he thought he would ask for a Relationship Summit when they got home, and maybe make a few changes to the Relationship Agreement. That's better than just springing it on her. What would he suggest they put in it? More cuddling, maybe. Maybe even a monthly sleepover? They had already agreed to coitus once a year. He didn't feel brave enough to bring that subject up again yet.

He went back to stroking her hair and Amy sighed and snuggled a little closer. Sheldon immediately tightened his arms around her and held her more firmly, lowering his head to nuzzle the top of her head and inhale her fresh clean scent.

He seems so calm and relaxed with me in his arms, thought Amy. Here we are in this romantic cabin. Penny and Leonard had long since excused themselves to go to bed. It's been 3 months since my birthday. Sheldon said he enjoyed it…

No, I promised I would not push him. I can't ruin this. Cuddling on the couch with him is so wonderful. It has to be enough.

He did say he enjoyed it. He certainly seemed enthusiastic at the time. How can I bring it up, without actually seeming pathetic? Dare I risk it?

Sheldon yawned again.

Amy thought of something she could say. She decided she would risk it, before he ended the evening and they went to their separate rooms. If he didn't take the bait, she could be the one to say good night and get up first.

Amy snuggled in and nuzzled Sheldon's warm chest, tightening her arms that were around him slightly.

"Hmmmmmmm. I wish it was my birthday…" she said quietly, waiting.

Sheldon stopped playing with her hair.

"Why?" he asked her in astonishment, sitting up and releasing his hold on her. "Do you want cake? Presents? A party? This is not a very good location for those sorts of things, Amy. We are miles from any stores and our friends could not easily get here, not to mention we can't even get hold of them anyway with no cell phone service!"

"No, I know," Amy backpedaled, regretting that she said anything. He didn't get it. She should have known he would not get a subtle hint. We are talking about Sheldon, after all. She straightened her skirt as she sat up. "Forget I mentioned it."

She stood, up, feeling the need to flee. She doubted he would notice that she felt uncomfortable suddenly.

"Good night, Sheldon. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I really enjoyed playing Never Have I Ever with you. And thank you for letting me spend some time in my favorite place." She smiled lovingly down at Sheldon. It really had been a special evening. Until she got greedy and ruined it.

Sheldon stood. "Good night, Amy. I'll walk you to your room."

The walk down the short hall took no time at all.

"Sleep well, Sheldon. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Amy."

Sheldon turned across the hall and opened the door to his room.

That was a surprisingly nice evening considering we are miles from emergency services and have no electronics or cell service, he thought. I wouldn't want to live like this for long, but one or two nights occasionally is doable I suppose.

He looked around the quiet of his room. His inclination was to get out his laptop or check emails on his phone before bed. He felt a little twitchy when he realized he couldn't do either.

Without any distractions, he decided to get ready for bed. As he was leaning over the sink brushing his teeth, his mind wandered back to his enjoyable evening with Amy. Playing the game, Sheldon was delighted to find evidence again and again of how well suited he and Amy were for each other. He thought about the elevator, and Amy's playful suggestion that they press all the buttons in her building's elevator. Vixen! he thought in delight, glad he had suggested they find a time to do it when no one else would be needing the elevator. There was a time and place for hijinks and one had to plan responsibly.

I suppose that would be late at night, he mused. Maybe the next time I spend the night, on Amy's next birth-

Sheldon stopped cold and stood up at the sink, toothbrush still in his mouth.

I wish it was my birthday, Amy had said. At the time, he had thought it was a very strange thing to say. Now his heart caught in his throat as he wondered if she could have meant…..

Good Lord, did she mean she wished they would have coitus tonight?