Chapter 3 anybody?
Last time….
"I love you Amy Farrah Fowler."
…
Somehow the couple ended up back on the couch. They were side-by-side, Amy's legs flung over Sheldon's lap as he held her in his arms. His cheek rested on her soft hair as he lightly dozed off, contentedness sweeping through his mind. In one of his brief moments of lucidity, Sheldon wondered if Amy had fallen asleep. A thumb slowly stroking his arm told him otherwise.
Slowly lifting his head, reluctant to break the first moment of peace they had had in two days, he looked lovingly down at his girlfriend. Amy looked up at him due to his sudden movement.
"Are you okay?" she asked. She was slightly afraid he would regret everything that had happened and decide to "reset their relationship" again. He smiled softly, gripping her a little tighter.
"I'm great," he whispered. "It's late though…I should probably get going. I have a date to plan!"
Amy giggled softly. "That you do! Dress code?" She giggled again at her own teasing. As if Sheldon would take her anywhere where anything nicer than usual was necessary. She almost scoffed at the idea.
"Casual, but…nice."
Amy blinked. "Nice?" she asked slowly. He nodded vigorously.
"Yup!"
"Just to clarify, the train store doesn't require nice," Amy reminded him. Sheldon rolled his eyes.
"Oh dear Lord woman, stop doubting me! It's not the train store!" She nodded approvingly and laid her head back against his chest. He had said he needed to go home but he didn't seem to be moving.
She sighed when he started talking again. Of course he wasn't done. "And honestly, I think it should become an accepted social convention that people should dress nicely when in the presence of trains. They deserve respect!"
Allowing herself a soft chuckle, she detangled herself from her boyfriend and sat back. She just looked at him, taking in his relaxed expression, comfortable posture and—finally—his inviting lips that were smiling at her. She smiled back, unsure of exactly how this day was going to end.
Sheldon began to inch closer, pausing only momentarily before leaning in to peck her on the lips. The soft kiss surprised Amy, but she barely had time to grin before he did it again. And then again.
"Things should always be done in threes," he whispered, barely an inch away from her. His half smile melted her heart and she found herself staring into his eyes, absolutely awed by the man in front of her as his blue eyes stared back. "I really have to go," he continued. She nodded reluctantly, pushing herself off the couch. Grabbing his coat, Sheldon lingered in the doorway.
"I'll be here at 7:30. Just in case you want to stay a little later at the lab tomorrow."
"Sounds perfect!"
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Hair up, scalpel out, and Amy was back in her element. Her colleagues unfortunately didn't have any exciting news—such as long awaited results—so she really didn't have much to do at all. Instead of twiddling her thumbs all day she decided to get started on the preparation for the next experiment.
Humming happily to herself, she got herself started with the busy work. Her mind wandered as she retrieved petri dishes, test tubes, and the necessary drug—heroine this time! Thank God for government cooperation. As her thoughts developed, her actions slowed down.
"Dum dee dum dum…dum…huh."
Her wardrobe. It didn't exactly have anything that screamed "Nice enough for a world renowned neurobiologist to wear on a supposedly nice date with a world renowned theoretical physicist."
Sure. They weren't really expected to have anything that society would deem fashionable or…hip. But smart people could look hot too! Why couldn't she ever seem to look hot?
She wanted to look hot, damn it!
Ripping off her gloves she grabbed her phone form her lab coat pocket.
Penny, I have a date with Sheldon tonight. Pressing send, she leaned on the table in front of her. There really wasn't much to do at the lab today at all. She knew Sheldon gave her until 7:30 because he expected there would be a lot for her to catch up on or get done at the lab.
The mall was a kind of lab, she supposed. People try on different combinations of cloths, cuts, colors and designs to discover the most aesthetically pleasing result.
And perhaps a result that would get their boyfriends' limbic systems to finally kick into overdrive.
Her phone beeped and she was snapped out of her reverie. What?! I thought things were kinda iffy there. What happened last night? Besides, it's not Thursday?
Sighing, she punched a response back. Long story. I'll tell you at the mall hopefully? He said dress nice. So I want to dress nice. Help me?
Amy hadn't even locked her phone when the response came flying back: Of course! Pick you up at your apartment at 4? You're gonna look HOT and I'll finally know what the hell is going on!
Amy smiled.
…
Her research group was cleared for an early day, all things considered. Amy pulled into her apartment parking lot by 3:30, deciding it was best to quickly tidy her apartment. Just in case there was a little end-of-date time spent there…or a lot. It was really up in the air at this point. However, at soon at the clock struck 4:00, she put everything down and ran to the lobby, awaiting the golden-haired goddess who would turn her into someone worthy of standing in her presence.
Penny's car drove up and Amy was opening the door before the car had fully stopped.
"Spill."
Amy sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon.
"Well…you know what happened two days ago…and yesterday he came to my apartment."
Penny gasped. "No!" Her companion nodded vigorously.
She continued to tell the story—in great detail, much to Penny's chagrin. Finally, though, she got to the core of the story.
"Well he tried to hold my hand to 'comfort' me and I told him it just wasn't going to cut it. He followed me to the couch and then…then he tried to get me to cuddle. Actually, he demanded that I cuddle with him. I told him demanding things form me honestly wasn't the best course of action he could take. Then he just seemed to crack," Amy admitted.
"Sheldon has always been cracked, Amy. We knew that," Penny stated with an eye-roll. Amy giggled and shook her head.
"No, this was different. At one point he said—and I quote—'It is my RIGHT to comfort my girlfriend so I will comfort her GOD DAMNIT.' It was a rather exciting moment, now that I think about it."
Penny stared out of the window in shock. Sheldon actually had balls! After a few moments of silence, Penny cried in exasperation. "Well keep GOING Amy!"
Amy had been holding so much in that after Penny's push it all came tumbling out. Everything. How she cried, how he cried, how they spoke of losing each other and his proposition of a date night, trying to nullify the Agreement slowly…about loving each other.
"He said he loved you?!" Penny asked incredulously.
Amy stared dreamily out her window. "Yup. He started to run away after that though. He did it…accidentally I suppose. I told him it was fine, I understood and I started walking to my room. Then…he grabbed me, kissed me and told me he really did love me. I don't know what made him change his mind about the whole thing, but there it is. We cuddled on the couch for a little bit and he kissed me voluntarily three more times."
Penny was just dumbstruck. Amy watched in mild amusement as she tried to sort through the information she had just received. The rest of the drive to the mall was made in silence as the blonde processed everything she was just told. After parking, she just sat quietly for a few more moment. Nodding slowly, she grabbed her purse and exited the car. Amy followed at her pace. It simply took more time for some people to digest information.
Finally, once hit by the wall of sound the mall provided, she was brought back to reality.
"You know, it makes sense now," she stated. She noticed Amy's confused look and clarified, "Every time I passed Sheldon last night he was humming Matchmaker from Fiddler on the Roof." Amy grinned.
"How romantic…" she professed distantly.
Penny rolled her eyes and turned to more practical matters. "Yeah. Sure. Okay, Ames. Let's get to work. First thing's first. Dress." Grabbing her friend's hand, she dragged her to her favorite store. The saleswoman greeted Penny like an old friend and immediately started examining Amy.
"I think I have a few numbers this little lady should try on!" she giggled. Penny clapped in anticipation as Amy stood there, unsure of quite what to think.
Seeing Amy so nervous over her date, Penny paused. Amy had never really been this…jittery before.
Then again, she though, considering the last few months or so…can I blame her?
Amy had gone through some rather transforming months. As Penny watched her bestie shifting nervously as they waited for the shop attendant to return, she finally had the chance to wrap her head around everything she had witnessed.
Once upon a time, Amy could easily have been considered 'frumpy', especially when around Penny. She knew that and it never bothered her. But, funnily enough, when Penny and Leonard started dating again Amy became a bit more…
Bitter? Penny thought.
No, not bitter. Just disheartened. Penny would be the first to admit she had never had problems picking up men. She wasn't being conceited or arrogant…the numbers just turned out in her favor, and she wasn't a fan of fabricated modestly. She got a lot of guys.
Amy had only ever gotten a Sheldon.
And she always seemed perfectly fine with that! In fact, Amy was thoroughly smitten with her physicist whackadoodle. She just wished he were as smitten with her.
Penny tried to tell Amy that Sheldon adored her, but all Amy could see was Leonard doting on Penny, running after her, begging her for a physical intimacy that came from a deep desire and a deeper love.
That was when Amy looked in the mirror and decided it was time for a change. But a surprise! A surprise change. It could take months and she wanted to it to be big. To make a scene! But she couldn't very well do it by herself, now could she? She had to enlist the help of her Blondie Bestie, Penny.
And apparently a gym membership. So that's where Penny ended up being every Saturday morning. The gym, right along side Amy.
Penny wasn't sure her friend's theory was completely sound. Sheldon didn't seem to prescribe to the 'image that societal convention deemed aesthetically pleasing' as Amy would say. Penny didn't think it had anything to do with her appearance at all—he was just a germaphobe afraid of physical contact and emotional intimacy.
"I don't care," Amy would say. "I want him to think I'm beautiful."
"Amy, sweetie, he does. You are! This is completely unnecessary," Penny would argue.
"I don't care," she would say again. "Think instead that I'm doing it for myself, then."
Penny sighed at the memories, that same conversation repeating itself almost every Saturday morning. It was of course obvious the root of all these self-image issues. The world hadn't exactly been kind to Amy Farrah Fowler. She had been teased, bullied, excluded and tormented. Unfortunately, that prevented Amy from seeing the stunning woman she had become.
"But Amy, sweetie, if you want it to be a surprise…how are you going to hide it?" Penny would asked. "The results are…well…physical!" Amy would merely roll her eyes and say, "Bestie, with clothes like these, no one would be able to tell."
Well, at least she now acknowledged her wardrobe malfunction.
"So are you going to get new clothes?"
"When I'm ready."
And that would be the end of that conversation. Amy continued to shed the pounds, looking healthier and happy each day. That was one thing Amy insisted on. No diets, just exercise. She didn't want to be 'skinny'. She wanted to be toned.
So there they were, getting Amy a new dress for her date, something that would finally reveal to Sheldon what a bombshell he had snagged.
And so will everyone else, Penny thought with satisfaction. Maybe that'll be the kick in the balls Sheldon needs.
The shop assistant reappeared with several dresses—or death traps, as Amy immediately singled them out to be—and thrust them at Penny.
"Get her through those, I'll be right back."
She sped off once more and Amy blanched at Penny. What on Earth had she gotten into?
Penny grimaced apologetically. "Sorry about her," she said. "She loves having…new projects." Amy rolled her eyes. Great. She had been downgraded to a mere project. Sighing heavily she led Penny to the dressing rooms and grabbed the stack of clothing.
"Alright well he said to dress casual, but nice. So I really don't need anything over the top," she states wearily, already spotting several items that would be well over the top.
Penny noticed Amy's apprehension regarding the pile of clothing and reminded her, "Amy, you wanted some new things anyway, remember? Why not start slowly collecting them now? You know, if you find something you like!" Huffing, Amy conceded that her bestie had a point and shut herself in the changing room.
After a few moments, Penny heard Amy's exasperated grunts. "Everything's too BIG!" she moaned. "Why didn't your friend ask for my size or something? It would have saved quite a bit of time, Bestie." Throwing the door open she put the clothing on one of the dressing room chairs.
Penny stared quizzically at the pile. "That's odd…usually Serena is so good at guessing peoples' sizes." Eyes travelling back to Amy, she suddenly realized the problem. "Amy, you're wearing clothes that are now, what, two or three sizes too big? Let me get Serena over here."
Gesturing wildly to her friend, Penny failed to notice Amy examining herself in the mirror. Penny was obviously right. Her clothes, while frumpy before, now just swamped her. She wondered where the old her went. The one who didn't care about what she looked like or what size she wore…but she really hadn't changed all that much. She wasn't doing this because of vanity or insecurity. She really didn't care what size clothes she bought. The truth was, she felt healthier. Bouncier. More productive. She wasn't skinny, she was in shape and it felt so damn good. So what if that came with a smaller clothing size? Maybe that was just a self-image oriented plus! That and the possibility of Sheldon being PHYSICALLY attracted to his girlfriend.
God, she would give anything to see that day.
Serena suddenly appeared by her side after having a rather long discussion with Penny, snapping Amy out of her thoughts.
"Ma'am, in order to find the right style and size, may I perhaps accompany you into the changing room?" she asked rather boldly. Amy's eyes grew wide as she attempted to stammer the negative.
Penny smiled encouragingly at her friend. "Come on, Ames! We don't know what kinds of things will suit your new rockin' bod! Serena knows what she is doing. Let her help!" Not waiting for an answer, Penny shoved her timid friend into the changing room, following Serena in as well. "Okay, Ames. Strip for us!" Amy's cheeks grew red as she slowly unbuttoned her cardigan and kicked off her shoes. Layer after layer was peeled off until she stood in her underwear, highly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the two women.
Penny whistled. "Damn, girl! You cleaned up REAL nice!" Serena nodded in agreement.
"I would call it an actual crime to cover that up the way you are!"
Amy blushed again and turned to the mirror. She guessed she did look kind of good. Shrugging it off, she turned back to the ladies who were still ogling her rather invasively.
"Brown?"
"Definitely. Pink?"
"Gorgeous. Blue?"
"Make it stormy ocean blue to match her boyfriend's eyes. That would be adorable. Above knee?"
"Without a doubt. Have to show those legs off! Strapless?"
"Ooo, a HUGE shock for the Whackadoodle. Do it. Fitted bodice?"
"Duh! Gotta show off that waist!"
Amy's head was spinning with the rapid-fire evaluation. She supposed it would be nice to match her boyfriend's eyes…and he liked color…but above knee? Strapless? TIGHT? She was sure to look like a harlot.
"Um, guys?" she asked timidly. They were onto words she didn't even know existed.
"Yes, Sweetie?" Penny said absentmindedly.
"I don't want to look like a slut."
Serena and Penny looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Oh, Sweetie, you won't! I promise. Showing off an amazing body isn't being a slut. It's being confident."
Amy nodded reluctantly, bowing to their prowess. "Alright then…I think the blue dress would be a nice idea. You know, when trying to encourage positive emotions from another person, it is often best to try and emulate something personal about them. It imposes a feeling of immediate comfort, causing relaxation. So, for example, since the dress will be the color of Sheldon's eyes, it'll remind him of himself, therefore making him feel at ease in my company and—,"
"Ames! We get it. Blue dress for tonight!" Penny put a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, okay? You'll be casual, but hot and Sheldon will have no idea what hit him."
"Now you stay here, and we'll be back!" Serena declared. Dragging Penny from the changing room, she whispered, "So what exactly is the deal here?"
Ruffling through the racks, Penny rolled her eyes at the situation.
"She has a self-proclaimed asexual boyfriend who she is trying to convince is in fact not asexual. She's right, he's definitely not. But we just need to make him realize that. He's really just a germaphobe who never grew up," Penny explained. Serena quirked an eyebrow. Well this was certainly an odd situation.
"What do you mean never grew up? And why did he ask her to be his girlfriend if he thought he was asexual?"
"Well, because he's a possessive and jealous little sucker who didn't want Amy dating any other guys and realized the only way to do THAT was by literally trapping her in a romantic relationship. She doesn't mind of course, she's absolutely smitten with him. But she's been coming out of her shell a lot! She had a hard childhood and it's time she got something she wanted. See, they had this huge fight and now he's starting to realize what he's been giving Amy isn't what Amy wants to be given."
Serena nodded sagely, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "The Late Bloomer." She was still snagged on one thing though.
"Okay…so again, never grew up? I'm assuming this man is our age?"
"Yes but…he's one of those beautiful mind genius guys. So he had a PhD by the time he was sixteen. In physics. He had a hard home life, a worse social life and was so sheltered because of it that he still had the social development of a nine year old," Penny admitted. Serena paused, things finally falling into place.
"Is this that weirdo neighbor you're always telling me about? The one with all the obsessions and weird germ stuff?" Her friend nodded. "And someone like that got a girl like her?!" She asked incredulously.
"Serena, once upon a time, that girl in there was just like Dr. Sheldon Cooper. She's just, as you said, a late bloomer. Sheldon…is going to be a FORCED bloomer," the blonde grumbled.
"Ah. So what's the deal with her? From what you've said, this Sheldon guy wouldn't be able to deal with 'ordinary people' with 'ordinary jobs.'" Penny smirked.
"Well, I suppose her PhD in neurobiology and her research job helps. Honestly, I have no idea how these things work, but from what I've heard…or you know…understood…from Sheldon and Amy, she's right up there at the top of her field! Just like Sheldon."
"Aw! Sheldon and Amy! Shamy!" Serena squealed. Penny beamed.
"That's what I said!" A few moments of girlish giggling ensued before they sobered up to continue looking.
Strange, Serena mused. She never used to talk about them this way.
Serena knew Penny would never admit it, but she could hear the pride in her voice as she spoke of her friends. She smiled slightly. The Penny she met over six years ago thought her neighbor and the people like him that she had met were odd. Actually, more than just odd. She barely wanted to associate.
Now, she was proud. Serena shook her head in slight amusement. Maybe one day she could meet this group of geniuses.
"Well, things certainly make a lot more sense now. Shall we go back?"
Their arms were already heaped with dresses of all different styles and colors. None had quite been what they were looking for that night in particular, but as Penny had said, it was time to start rebuilding this girl's wardrobe!
On the way back, Penny stopped. Serena looked back quizzically but her eye caught a glimpse of blue. Both staring at the same dress, they ran to the rack.
"Perfect," they both breathed. Excitedly adding it to the pile, they practically skipped back to Amy.
"Amy!" Penny sang. "Open up, Sweetie! We come bearing dresses!"
"Can't you just throw them over one at a time?" came her muffled reply. "I think you've seen enough of my skin for one day." Huffing, Penny threw the blue dress over the top of the stall and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
"Ames, are you okay in there?" Penny eventually asked.
"I'm quite alright, thank you. Just wondering what sort of harlot you're making me out to be," came her chipper voice. Serena guffawed as Penny rolled her eyes in frustration.
"Amy, I assure you, you will not look like a harlot."
"Oh yeah? Then what does THIS look like?" Amy pulled the door open and emerged in the adorable blue dress which hugged her waist and kept a modest neckline in spite of its strapless nature. The skirt hung delicately over her hips, ending just an inch above the knee. Penny gasped, rushing to her friend's side.
"THIS looks like a beautiful young woman that no boyfriend would be able to keep his hands off of!" Serena giggled.
Twisting and turning in the big mirror, Amy wrinkled her nose. "Are you sure?" she asked uncertainly.
"Positive," Penny and Serena chorused. Nodding slowly, Amy conceded.
"Alright. This will be tonight's dress. Now, were there others?"
The girls clapped their hands and shoved Amy back into the small room. The fashion show continued, the girls laughing and gasping where appropriate. Amy modeled brown, pink, blue, purple; solid colors, multi-colored, patterned; dresses with belts, cinched waists, empire waists—everything the store carried, apparently. Some worked, some were stunning, some were…amusing. All were casual, appropriate for daywear. The build up had begun.
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While Amy was trying on pair after pair of pumps to match her knew knock-out dress, Sheldon was pacing nervously. What had he done?
Nice? Something nice?! What are you going to do, Cooper? You don't know anywhere NICE.
His head snapped up as his roommate entered the apartment. Leonard! He would know!
"Leonard, where would you take someone for a nice date? Nothing fancy, just…nice?" The man looked at Sheldon with a bemused expression.
"Like…a place to eat?" the shorter man asked, dropping his keys in the bowl and lifting his bag off his shoulder.
"No…well yes. To start with. But where would you take her after dinner?" Sheldon was growing nervous. He actually had to rely on Leonard for advice. This was a dark day indeed.
"I don't know…obviously not the movies or a museum. What kind of thing does Amy like?"
"Well…we go to the zoo a lot!"
"So that's obviously out of the question," Leonard remarked snidely. Sheldon's face fell.
"Dang. She likes science obviously. And sometimes indulges in those sappy movies that women folk often like."
Leonard thought for a moment. "Sheldon, what's Amy's favorite movie?"
He shuddered before replying, "Some awful romance hokum that your corn husking girlfriend introduced her to." His roommate groaned.
"Sheldon, what is it? Do you not remember the name of it?"
"Of course I remember, Leonard. I have an eidetic memory! It's Dirty Dancing." Leonard considered the answer before smiling.
"Sheldon, I think we all know your relationship with Amy has been having some trouble. You promised her something nice, so I think you need to follow up on that. Now, what I have in mind will definitely take some setting up, but I think it could work on short notice. Are you willing to actually put in some effort?" Leonard asked cautiously.
Sheldon became suddenly somber. "Leonard, I love Amy. I will currently do anything to get my situation with her back under control."
Leonard choked on the water he had started to drink. "You LOVE HER? When did you finally acknowledge THAT?!" Sheldon grew bright red before stuttering out the honest answer.
"Yesterday. At Amy's apartment. There were…some things said and I decided to have a whimsical go at being a hippy."
"Well then, this should be no problem for a man fueled by love," Leonard teased. Sheldon rolled his eyes.
"Really, Leonard. Fueled by love? We both know that is not a valid energy source or fuel and therefore a completely inaccurate phrase. Just what has your girlfriend done to you?"
"Sheldon just shut up and listen."
Fifteen minutes and two phone calls later, Sheldon, Leonard, Raj and Howard were gathered in the parking lot, ready to put together the most kick-ass date any woman had ever been on.
They called is Operation: Sheldon Out of the Dog House.
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The boys were finally back at 2311, Los Robles, apartment 4A. Leonard was about to take Sheldon to Amy's before having an impromptu Halo night with the guys when he got a text from Penny.
Hey, homunculus. Don't bring Sheldon over. Amy's coming to him. Xx
"Uhh Sheldon? Looks like you're waiting here for Amy."
Sheldon's head snapped up. "What? Why? I'm the boyfriend! I pick up the girlfriend! Will this ruin the plan?"
"Sheldon, I'm sure she just doesn't want to rely on Penny or Leonard to pick you guys up afterward. Maybe she wants the mobility of her own car!" Howard reasoned.
"But…then why couldn't she tell me herself?" Sheldon asked. "I thought she wasn't mad at me anymore!"
"Maybe she's too busy getting sexy," Howard said suggestively.
"Dude, your pelvic thrusting has got to stop," Raj admitted. Howard uncomfortably settled down. "But who knows. Maybe she is getting sexy," he giggled. After a moment of silence, the guys burst out laughing. Sheldon's eyes narrowed as his friends dissolved into hysterics.
"I don't understand what is so funny."
"Just…Amy Farrah Fowler getting sexy," Raj gasped. A new round of mirth followed, the three full-grown men collapsing over each other.
"I still don't understand. I suppose it could be a very plausible explanation. I don't understand why she would waste her time on such a ridiculous endeavor, however it is something your women have somehow roped her into being concerned with."
"Sheldon, I think Raj is implying that he just can't picture Amy as the…you know…sexy type," Howard explained. Sheldon blanched at this admission.
"Amy is beautiful!" he announced. The guys shifted uncomfortably.
"Yeah...she…sure is buddy. Anyway, everything set up and ready?" Leonard asked, quickly changing the topic. Sheldon nodded slowly, still not comprehending the issue with Amy's image.
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It just so happened that over in Glendale, Amy Farrah Fowler was getting sexy.
Her dress was on, her four-inch stilettos fastened, her hair more lustrous with a gentle curl, and Penny was putting the finishing touch on her makeup. She decided to go for an enhanced natural look, her eyes made wide with gentle eyeliner and volumzing mascara, a slightly glittery white further emphasizing her eyes. A thin layer of a light rose pink adorned her cheekbones, bringing a demure quality to her suddenly bold look. Her lips shone with a slightly darker pink, more kissable than ever before. And for a final touch…contacts. Glasses left behind.
"Ready, Ames?" Penny asked excitedly. She nodded apprehensively.
"I wish Bernadette were here. It would have been like a mini girls night," Amy giggled weakly, her attempt at humor doing nothing to diffuse her nerves.
"I know, this would have been so much fun with her. We'll take her next time we go shopping! But right now we need to go!"
…
"It's okay, Ames! Let's just go in! Just knock!"
"Bestie, I feel ridiculous," the brunette admitted. She shifted anxiously on her death-trap shoes, unable to bring herself to knock. Penny smiled sympathetically.
"Amy, you look gorgeous. Hell, if Sheldon were to back out of the date, I would take you on one!" she winked. Amy laughed, making Penny sigh in relief. "Ready, Sweetie?"
"I guess so. Just…knock and get it over with."
"Good! Go ahead, knock!" Penny bounced excitedly. Amy grimaced.
"Oh. I was kind of hoping you'd do that. I really just can't bring myself to do it." Nodding, Penny approached the door. She cleared her throat before proceeding.
*Knock knock knock* "Sheldon?"
*Knock knock knock* "Sheldon?"
*Knock knock knock* "Sheldon?"
Penny and Amy chuckled quietly to themselves as they heard all movement from within the apartment cease.
"Well, it looks like I've finally taught your girlfriend something, Leonard!" she heard Sheldon announce. Rolling her eyes, Penny opened the door, deciding not to wait for one of the guys to be actual gentlemen and open it for her.
"Doctors and Howard, I would like to present Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler! PhD in neurobiology AND brunette bombshell!" She winked at the guys as Amy strolled in.
The leggy brunette with the new to-die-for body flipped her curls casually and smiled at her friends. "Hello, Rajesh, Howard, Leonard. How are you tonight?" she inquired politely.
"Um…"
"Um…"
"…"
"I'm sure they're fine, it really doesn't matter," Penny said dismissively. Amy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her reception, but turned to her boyfriend.
"Hi, Sheldon! Are you ready?" she asked enthusiastically. As she spoke, she took in her lean physicists appearance. He forwent the usual superhero t-shirt and opted for a blue dress shirt over a pair of black jeans.
He looked delicious.
Sheldon said nothing. He just soaked in the presence of the goddess in front of him. The blue dress accentuated everything he had never seen and emphasized her wonderful body. Yes. Wonderful.
It made him excessively uncomfortable.
In a certain region that is. That he would never admit to, of course.
He cleared his throat and looked into her eyes, shocked at how wonderfully expressive they were, especially without her glasses.
"Yes, I believe I am." He walked right past her, heading toward the door.
"Um, Sheldon?" Penny called. He stopped and turned to see Amy standing in the same spot and Penny tapping her foot impatiently.
"Yes, Penny?"
"Won't you be a gentleman to this beautiful young woman?" she hinted. He just stared. "Did they teach you nothing in Texas?!" Penny growled. His eyes widened and he rushed back to Amy's side. He held out his arm and waited for his girlfriend to take it. She smiled and happily did so as they exited they apartment.
The three remaining men were still staring after Amy, unable to believe the sass with which she swayed her hips while walking in those shoes.
"Hey. Guys?" Penny called. No response.
"Leonard, I'm going to go put on some lingerie and wait in my bed so we can have sex all night long." No response. She tried another tactic.
"Isn't Amy hot?!" she exclaimed with mock enthusiasm.
"I'll say!"
"Where was that body hiding?"
"Was that wonderful specimen of a woman really Amy Farrah Fowler?!"
Leonard, Raj and Howard's respective responses elicited an eye roll out of Penny.
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, what is Shelbot planning on doing anyway? It better be good," she rumbled. "Amy deserves it after his shit."
"Oh," Leonard smirked, "it's good."
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