I'd like to say a huge thank you to my Beta, hazelra7, without whose help, this story would probably have never seen the light of day.
The Assignation Interference.
Chapter 2.
Sheldon glanced at his bedside clock. It was just after midnight.
He hadn't had a wink of sleep. He felt so guilty about leaving Amy alone in the front room.
He listened closely, for any sound of movement in the next room. All he could hear was snoring.
"The perfect couple. Both snorers." he thought.
Silently, he threw back the blankets and got out of bed.
He opened his bedroom door, waited a moment, listening for movement next door, then, hearing none, he walked silently down the hall and into the living room.
He approach the raised platform, where the dining table once stood.
Bending close to the curtain, he whispered "Amy? - Amy?".
There was no sound. He moved around the room, whispering her name.
He needed to speak to her. He briefly consider phoning or texting her, but what if she was hiding in the apartment? The sound of her phone ringing could waken Penny, Leonard, or worse, both of them.
When he was pretty sure she wasn't in the apartment, he put his own phone on silent, then sent her a quick text - "Are you OK? Where are you?"
Almost instantly, a text came back, "I'm OK, I'm home".
He breathed a huge sigh of relief, then texted straight back - "I'm sorry I left you".
Amy replied, "That's OK Sheldon. There's nothing else you could have done. I'll speak to you tomorrow".
A moment later, Amy got another text, "I think we need to stop this. It's getting too scary".
Amy was stunned. "NO" she thought,"it can't stop. Not like this".
She had to get a grip on herself. She had to fix this, and fix it right now, before she lost her beautiful, loving, caring, gentle lover, forever.
She had a tiny window of opportunity, and she couldn't wait till morning.
She texted back "Sheldon. Take your laptop, get out of the apartment, then Skype me. DO IT NOW!"
The minutes passed, and she found herself praying to a deity she wasn't sure existed - "Oh God, please don't let him leave me".
10 minutes later, there was a ping from her phone. She hardly dared look at the message. When she stole herself to look, she saw just one word - "OK".
She breathed again.
Six minutes later, her laptop beeped. She opened it to see Sheldon's face.
Gone was the smile she was looking at yesterday evening. In its place was a look of sheer horror. No mistaking it, Sheldon was terrified.
The colour of the image was off. He looked gaunt and yellowish.
In a whisper Amy asked "Where are you?"
Sheldon looked around, as though checking that nobody was eavesdropping. He whispered back, "I'm on the stairs, one floor down."
Amy looked at him on the screen. He was obviously frightened, but he tried to force a smile for her.
She swallowed hard, then said, "Listen Sheldon. Do you really, honestly, want to stop?"
He stared out from the screen, his eyes fixed on her face. Barely whispering, he said "No, but I think we have to. We almost got caught last night".
He thought back to the events of last night. He went pale. "Oh my God Amy" he said. "Five minutes later and they would've caught us, you know, having …".
He hesitated. He was about to say coitus, but he realised it was the wrong word.
What they were about to do, for the first time, wasn't just a physical act. It was more. Infinitely more, and he knew it.
He swallowed hard, then said "they'd have caught us making love".
Hearing that one sentence, she knew she could never be without him. Whatever it took, she would be with him.
If being with him meant leaving the City, the state, hell even the country, she would do it, willingly, because she knew she adored this man, and, deep down, she knew he adored her.
She looked at his childlike face, lined with fear and trepidation, then she made a decision.
"Sheldon" she said, "Go down to the lobby and wait for me. I'll be with you very soon. Just promise me you will wait for me".
He nodded quickly, and the screen went blank. He'd shut the laptop.
Amy grabbed her keys, yanked open her front door, slammed it behind her, and ran full pelt down the stairs, heading for the parking garage.
She drove like a woman possessed, and less than 20 minutes later, she pulled up outside Sheldon's building.
Sheldon was standing in the doorway, holding his laptop to his chest, as though it were a comfort blanket.
She leapt from the car, grabbed him by the hand, saying "Come with me".
He looked uncertain, so she looked him straight in the eyes and begged "NOW!"
He hesitated for all of two seconds, then ran to the car and jumped into the passenger seat.
Amy started the engine, jammed it into gear and roared away from the apartment block.
A few miles up the road, she swung the car into a parking lot, headed for an almost empty area at the far end, then stopped the engine.
She looked at his face. He stared back at hers.
Then, without a word passing between them, he flung himself into her arms.
His mouth found hers, and with an urgency neither had felt before, they devoured each other.
His hands reached up behind her head, his fingers entwining into her soft, cherry scented hair, their bodies pressed together.
She could feel the heat from his body, just as he could feel hers.
Amy's hands joined together, at the back of his neck, and she pressed her body against his.
Sheldon's arms slid under hers, reaching upwards, till they met at the base of her neck. He was pulling her tighter and tighter against him.
He was squeezing her so tightly, she could barely breathe, but she didn't care.
Her heart ached for him, like never before.
She knew this was insane. She had no real idea what they were going to do, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she could not live without Sheldon, and she would do whatever it took, to be with him.