Request from by bestie, Stellina2a: "I might have had a few shots."
This scene takes place after the events of 11x2. The guys and Penny have just returned from the cemetery.
Sheldon stumbled to his apartment and tried inserting his key into the lock. After multiple failures, he grabbed onto his right wrist to steady his dominant hand, but that attempt was also unsuccessful. Amy was out with Bernadette, so he would have to wait for her return. He slid down the door until he was seated on the floor with his legs straight out into the hall.
His head was starting to ache. Why did he drink that concoction? Just because it was blue and named Romulan ale didn't make it any less potent than clear vodka. He pressed his fingertips to his temples and moaned. As he sat and pondered his situation, he thought he heard a low voice coming from inside the apartment. Oh, great. Now he was going crazy. He heard it again. That was Amy's voice! She was home! But why didn't she come to the door? Surely she heard his rustlings.
He got back on his feet unsteadily and performed his triple knock. "Amy! Amy! Amy!"
He heard her murmur, and moments later she swung the door open.
"Sheldon! What happened?"
"I might have had a few shots," he slurred. "Actually, I suppose sips is the more appropriate term. Who were you talking to?"
"The building's security office. I heard noises in the hall and thought we were being robbed. Now I realize it was you trying to get in."
She lifted his arm onto her shoulder and walked him to the couch, where she carefully lowered him onto the cushions into a seated position. His eyes were slightly glazed over and his hair a little messy, but otherwise he looked just as he normally did, that was until he yawned widely, and she caught sight of his blue tongue.
"Did the guys spike a blue icy with alcohol?"
He furrowed his brow. "Not that I can recall. Why?"
"Your tongue is blue."
"Oh! No, that's from the Romulan ale." He motioned towards the empty bottle on the coffee table. "I look like I tongue kissed Avatar!"
"Thankfully you didn't." Amy sat next to him and examined the label. "It's just blue dye #2."
"No more Romulan ale for me. I dislike feeling off balance and jittery, and kissing you doesn't leave me with an unsightly-colored tongue." He looked at her lips hungrily and leaned in.
She closed her eyes and leaned forward. His lips touched hers with the gentlest of kisses. Before long, they had deepened the kiss, their tongues mingling together, their hands roaming each other's bodies.
When they eventually broke apart, Sheldon gazed into his fiancée's eyes, his fingers curled around hers. "I don't understand how people can become addicted to alcohol, but since I've met you," he paused and gave her hands a squeeze, "I understand how they become addicted to love."
