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As usual, he was right on time. Amy could smell the talc he used as he went pass her through the door, and without realizing she took a deep breath as if to store the smell inside of her. She kept doing it unconsciously until she heard Sheldon calling her name.
'Yes?' she jerked, immediately turning her head to him.
'What are you doing?' he asked.
'Um.. nothing,' she answered.
'Then close the door and let's get this over with,' Sheldon motioned her to sit on the couch.
Truthfully, Amy had been dreading the evening all day. After he left her apartment, she tried to sleep but her mind kept drifting to Sheldon's words. What does he mean he need to talk about what I said last night? Oh God, I didn't say something stupid did I? And she'd rather have him talk to her sooner rather than later. So after a refreshing shower, she called him and told him to come. Well not right now, he said, I need time to do something before we can have the talk, how about before dinner time? And she agreed.
'Well,' Sheldon started after both he and Amy had settled on the couch. ' I assume you don't remember what you said last night.'
'No.'
'And I assume you are already over your hangover.'
'Um...yes.'
'Good. Because we can't talk unless you're sober. '
'...'
'And I know I've been telling you this a lot, but alcohol is never the solution, Amy. Look what it did to Feynmann! And..'
'Sheldon, if you're not going to get to the point of the 'talk' that you want to have with me, I might as well call it a night,' Amy interrupted him.
'Very well. But alcohol is also one of the topics that I want to discuss with you this evening.'
Amy sighed. This is going to be a long night.
'I drafted a document this afternoon, about several things that I want to make clear to you,' he said, opening his messenger bag and retrieve his iPad. 'I've considered your words, and your wishes, and I've listed them into main points, sub points, and also blank points so that you can also add your thoughts in there. Here,' he handed her the iPad. 'If you agree to all the terms and conditions, you can sign right at the end of the document. I've already signed it myself.'
The document started with the statement of the document was written with great consideration of the girlfriend and her saying, as well her wishes, by the boyfriend. And it continues to the first point.
Physical contact
The boyfriend agrees to have physical contact with the girlfriend as long as she proposes the action before the act itself, and the decision is made by the boyfriend.
'Does it mean whenever I want to hold your hand, I have to ask you first?' Amy asked.
'Yes. Planning is essential, Amy. What if you hadn't wash your hand? One of the many reasons people get sick..'
'Sheldon,' Amy cut him, and sighed frustratedly. 'I don't want to ask everytime I want to hold your hand. It's weird. And nonsensical. You know I always use hand sanitizer everytime I have the chance.'
'Well, what if you forgot to do it? Unless you have an edietic memory like mine, I doubt you'd always remember to do it everytime you want to hold my hand.'
'See?!' Amy put her head in her hands. 'What's the point of this relationship if you don't even trust me?!' she suddenly felt angry. 'Every time I want to do something, I have to ask you first? Am I some kind of a slave here? Well, let me tell you, mister, we are equal. You can have an eidetic memory, but I'm not some dumb woman who happen to be in a relationship with you! I have a PhD from Harvard, for goodness sake! And my IQ is higher that yours!'
'Higher IQ?!' Sheldon shrieked. 'You told me yours is 180!'
'I lied,' Amy smirked. 'See, the things I'd do for you to feed your ego?'
Sheldon was dumbfounded. He looked at her with buldging eyes, unable to form any word.
'Well,' he finally found his voice. 'At least I'm not the one to lie in this relationship.'
Amy stared at him in disbelief.
'And,' he added.'You want to talk about trust? I remember a certain someone who doubted me to be able to kiss her, and have sex with her!'
'What?'
'Yes,' he raised his voice. 'You cried, telling me how you're nearing forty, and you want to have kids. Do you think I never think about those things?!'
'How am I suppose to know, if you never tell me!' Amy cried, throwing her hands in the air. 'And I don't think you'd be able to kiss me anyway, when you're not even brave enough to hold my hands without sanitazing them first!'
'Are you suggesting that I'm a coward?' he gritted his teeth.
'What do you think?' Amy snapped. 'A kiss? Hahaha. Sex? Are you kidding me? Kids? You-ummpph!'
Suddenly Sheldon's mouth was on hers, and their teeth clashed painfully. He was gripping the side of her left face with one hand, while the other was forcing the back of her head into the kiss. She tried to release her self, pushing his chest with all her might. But he was too strong. And she had no recolection of him being this strong. She was just thinking about kicking him on the groin when he released himself from her.
'You think I can't do it? You think I won't be able to have sex with you?!' he exclaimed. Then he pulled her hand harshly and dragged her to her bedroom.
'Sheldon!' Amy screamed in pain. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?!'
'I'm giving you what you want! Isn't this what you want?!' he yelled, and threw her onto the bed, causing her glasses to fly somewhere on the mattress. Before Amy had the chance to escape, he pinned her down, trapping her between the bed and himself. 'You want sex, then I'll give it to you!'
He started kissing her again, and Amy whimpered. She tried to resist him by shaking her head, but Sheldon was persistant. Since it was difficult for him to catch her lips, he started to kiss her neck, sucking a spot below her ear.
Then he felt something wet fell onto his cheek.
Realizing what it was, he slowly raised his head from her neck to see her face. And the expression across her face reminded him of something he had long forgotten.
His mother's face after his father hit her.
He leapt from her. A look of terror was on his face, and he slowly walked backwards, until he was out of her sight.
Then everything was quiet. Amy cried silently, covering her eyes with the back of her right hand. When she finally had the strength to get up, she roamed the bed to find her glasses, put them back on, and tried to walk. But her legs were so wobbly that she fell on to the floor. Feeling weak, she was only able to raise her head, and she was met with the sight of Sheldon sitting on the floor against the door.
Crying.
Their eyes met, and tears started to well again in Amy's eyes.
'I'm sorry Amy,' Sheldon's voice wavered, 'I've become my father. I'm sorry, oh , so, so, sorry.'
What year is this? 2016. What year was it when I last updated this story? 2014. TWO YEARS. TWO YEARS HAVE GONE BY WITHOUT ME REALISING IT. EVEN SEASON 10 HAS STARTED ALREADY. On the behalf of me and my stupid brain, I apologize I've neglected this story for so long. I hope this chapter can make up for the long wait. Once again, I'm not an English native speaker, so if you find any grammatical error, or typo, or anything you can tell me. Cheers to all the Shamy shipper! Oh, and sorry if this chapter is too angsty. I promise things will get better. And I'm sorry if I said sorry to much. Anyway.. LLTS!
