Sorry I started this while I was on vacation and then I went back to work and omg tired all the time. So I'm thinking this may go a way I hadn't originally planned but that's okay it may get a little smutty.
Anyways the usual I don't own any of this.
Amy was sprawled across her love seat, one leg stretched over the back of the seat and her head resting on the arm she was a sight many wouldn't imagine of Amy Farrah Fowler. But her she was clothed only in a tank top and yoga pants. "How could I let them dress me," she mused to herself looking down at the sight. The words "Pink" were scrawled down her thigh and Amy's top was scrunched up to show her stomach. If only her mother would walk in right now.
She smiled softly while analyzing her outfit, it was a recent purchase from a shopping outing with the girls. Bernadette had pulled the ladies into Victoria's Secret. A store Amy was familiar with when it came to her ample bosoms and nether regions but never as what many may refer to as "street wear." Bernie had insisted if the girls were to take yoga together they needed matching outfits.
"I don't see the function in that Bernadette," Amy had stated holding up a pair of leggings that made her cringe. She could never just wear that with no skirt over top. Penny just nodded and leafed through panties like pages in a Cosmo magazine.
"It'll be fun Amy that's the point!" Bernadette squeaked. Although lesser to Penny in looks and social graces, Bernadette was still fun and vivacious. Amy liked that streak in her, she was what Amy had concluded the perfect blend of Penny and herself.
"Yeah, yeah, how about same style different colors," Penny started holding up the yoga bottoms that would become the winner, "this is my yoga class you two are intruding on after all."
Amy frowned slightly. Is Penny not pleased at the thought of us joining? She hated that she always went to a place that the girls didn't want her there. But it was natural after years of bullying and loneliness.
"Penny, if you didn't want us to join then why offer?" Bernadette asked her hands now placed on her tiny hips. She was such a mini person.
"Oh I want you guys there. I love that being active is becoming an option," Penny tossed aside the shirt Amy was holding. "No built in bra sweetie those suck. Anyways the girls at the gym are such fake bitches now." Penny then handed her the winning top as well.
It was simple, purple with lines down the side in a hourglass shape. The inside had a built to structure to hoist Amy up. She hoped that the flimsy looking band would be supportive, one must constantly be aware of health issues especially breast tissue. The bottoms were plain black with the word "Pink" in purple. How silly, she mused.
"I'm pink, Amy get's purple and Bernie you're blue," Penny handed Bernadette her outfit and then headed the registers. "Let's go ladies there's greasy mall pizza with our names on it."
That was the best day of Amy's week without Sheldon. She had tried running again, and she'd enjoyed it for a moment when she found clarity in just thinking of just putting one foot in front of the other. Other days she just sat at home, catching up on medical journals and scientific papers she had missed.
Work was easy, as it had always been. She went in, cut some brains and then left. Though during lunch she talked more with coworkers than usual, lunch used to be for texting Sheldon. She found she enjoyed her colleagues a lot more than anticipated.
But then there were the texts from Sheldon. Nothing major just "how was your day?" "I miss you," and finally "I'll see you Thursday." Amy hadn't expected him to keep with date night, but Sheldon Lee Cooper was a creature of habit and planning.
She turned her head toward the coffee table. Sitting there was the Agreement. She hadn't terminated it yet, so according to Sheldon they were still together. Amy sighed. The paper was right, she was still Sheldon's girlfriend she was just so frustrated and upset that morning. If he came over she'd explain that she just felt there was no other way but out, but now she knew she wanted in.
She scowled. The thought of apologizing for wanting to kiss him soured her stomach. The thought that they should just be together and she deal with it anyways hurt just as much. Oh Amy was not happy but she'd figure it out. Sighing she sat up and put her head in her hands. Maybe I won't apologize tonight, maybe I'll wait and see.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the timely clicks of:
Knock knock knock "Amy."
Knock knock knock "Amy."
Knock knock knock "Amy."
She paused for a moment, debating on how long to make him wait. It was 7:01pm, Sheldon would be furious if she postponed the ritual of date night. Standing up she straightened her shirt pulling it down. Amy hated to admit how comfortable this outfit was, and how she had debated on going back to buy more. She planned a day next week to do such. She wondered if Sheldon would be shocked to see her in something other than her usual fare.
When she opened the door Amy met Sheldon's eyes for the first time since she said it's over. She scanned his face and noticed bags under his eyes and pallor to his face. He looked tired. Amy's heart tugged at the thought of him staying up late nervous about this.
"May I come in?" He asked. There was no smile to his face. Amy nodded and stepped aside so he could enter her threshold. She watched him intently; Amy had no idea what Sheldon was going to do. At this point her quasi-boyfriend was a loose cannon to her. Amy had hardly been in real contact with him, while she did crave more conversation she wasn't going to back down.
Sheldon wore a batman t-shirt with a white under shirt, khakis of course and his loafers. He looked so incredibly handsome to her at that moment, she just wanted to rip that vintage top off and mount him like a stallion in a western. Amy blinked. Why do I always picture myself on top?
"Amy may I have a seat?" he asked politely and Amy could now tell he was avoiding her eyes. Something was off. She nodded and he sat down in his usual spot.
"That's my spot," she joked, cracking a smile before sitting down beside him. He finally looked her over, his eyes starting from her bare feet up her legs to her chest, Amy smiled when his eyes bugged slightly. So he is a man. Then to her face finally.
"Amy Farrah Fowler," he began then cleared his throat, "I have a proposal."
Aaaand that's chapter three! Rating may change⦠When I write notes on this it all turns smutty. I don't know. I'll update as soon as I can and please review! It really makes my day!
