Sheldon walked quickly through the streets of Pasadena, eager to clear his mind of the thoughts that were tormenting him to his very core and desperate to reach his apartment. Sheldon mentally cursed himself, what was he thinking? Walking the streets, alone while it was dark outside. Every sound caused Sheldon to jump and each passer-by caused him to noticeably tense. His fear was almost enough to override his arousal. Almost. A storm was brewing and Sheldon groaned as the heavens opened to unleash its wrath.

By the time Sheldon had arrived at his apartment door, he was drenched and cold and that damned erection was still present. Sheldon pushed his door open and entered the apartment, sighing with relief to see that his friends had not arrived yet. Deciding it would be best to slay the beast within his briefs, Sheldon walked into the bathroom, locked the door and turned the water on before stepping into the cold shower.

Amy decided it would be best to head home, seeing she had already broken Sheldon slightly tonight. She said her goodbyes to her friends before departing and entering her vehicle. Amy smiled, an overwhelming pride settling deep within her stomach – she had given Sheldon Cooper an erection and she'd never felt so ecstatic. Amy turned on the radio and grinned as she felt her car hum to life.

Her drive home was quick and when she arrived in her apartment, her destination was immediately her bed. As fun as her night had been, exhaustion quickly caught up with her and she succumbed to sleep as soon as her head touched her pillow. The last thought on her mind before falling to sleep was how excited she was for Tomorrow's date night.

Sheldon stepped out of the shower and walked into the kitchen. Leonard was watching the television, sprawled out over the sofa, sprawled over Sheldon's spot. Sheldon turned the kettle on, waiting for the liquid to brew in order to satisfy himself with a hot beverage. Eventually the kettle whistled and he poured the boiled beverage into a mug before moving to sit in the lone armchair in the livingroom. This earned a concerned look from Leonard.

"Are you alright, buddy?" Leonard asked, aware that was the second time he'd asked his room-mate that evening.

Sheldon sighed and took a sip from his beverage. Sheldon was not alright. He had showered himself, and even gotten himself a hot beverage, yet he still could not shake a certain Amy Farrah Fowler from his mind.

"I've found myself unable to stop thinking of Amy" Sheldon pondered. Leonard glanced back at the entertainment centre.

"Aw, that's sweet. I'm sure she'll be glad to hear that!" Leonard claimed.

"Glad to hear it? What are you on, Leonard!" Sheldon demanded, his voice raising an octave. "That'll only encourage the woman, can't you see the games she's playing already?"

Leonard lifted the remote and put his programme on mute. Leonard raised an eyebrow at Sheldon.

"What do you mean, Sheldon?" Leonard questioned.

"Only the way she's been acting the entire evening! First, distracting me with that damned catwoman comic, then parading around like some low budget hussy!" Sheldon exclaimed. "She's trying to corrupt me, Leonard!"

Leonard sighed, "I think you're reading too much into this Sheldon. She was probably just having fun with the girls – you know how they are!"

Sheldon scoffed. "Yes, I – the greatest mind of this century – am reading too much into this!" he mimicked.

Leonard rolled his eyes. "She's trying to seduce me, Leonard!" Sheldon cried at the lack of attention his friend was giving this situation.

"Finish your tea and go to bed, Sheldon!" Leonard grumbled, glancing at the clock. "It's past your bedtime!"

Sheldon pouted before sighing, gulping down what remained of his beverage. "I suppose you're right, it is past my designated sleeping time, if I don't settle down soon, tomorrow will not be fun" Sheldon admitted. Leonard turned off the television and joined Sheldon in walking towards their bedrooms. Before closing the door, Sheldon glared at Leonard.

"Oh and Leonard!" Sheldon called, "Next time I catch you in my spot, I will cut you!"

"Goodnight, Sheldon!" Leonard answered, before shutting his bedroom door. Sheldon retreated to his bed before closing his eyes and settling himself to sleep, Amy Farrah Fowler haunting his dreams.

Amy woke up with a groan that morning, her alarm blasting loudly into her eardrum. She got out of bed and made herself some breakfast. With a yawn, she checked the calendar she had hanging on her fridge, while waiting for the teapot to finish stewing. Amy glanced out the window and frowned, it was overcast and by the looks of things, the weather would not be clearing up today. It was Thursday morning and Amy smiled, remembering that it was her and Sheldon's scheduled date night. She would arrive at his apartment with a pizza from Giacomo's – sausage, mushrooms and light olives for Sheldon and a plain Margarita for herself, mainly because Sheldon does not like sharing food.

Amy made herself a beverage before getting into her work clothes and heading to the University. Amy worked diligently until her alarm went off signalling it was time for lunch. She slipped her jacket on and walked out into the cafeteria, meeting up with her co-workers. That day ticked by very slowly and when she finally finished her report on her nicotine addicted monkey it was time for her to leave work.

Amy immediately drove home and changed into more, comfortable, casual clothing, slipping her newly purchased costume into her bag before heading out to collect Sheldon's pizza.

An hour later, Amy was standing outside of Sheldon's apartment and knocked on the door. Sheldon opened the door with a small smile, inviting her in. Amy walked into the apartment, set the pizza down on the coffee table and slipped her bag off, placing it on the couch. Sheldon closed the door and walked over to Amy.

"Good evening, Sheldon!" Amy said with a smile, faintly aware of the silence that had surrounded the pair. Sheldon nodded at her. Amy smiled awkwardly, reaching over to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Is everything okay, Sheldon?" Amy asked, her eyes observing him with concern. He wasn't usually this quiet.

"Well, that depends on what you define is okay?" Sheldon answered, stepping towards Amy. Amy took a step backwards, utterly confused by what was occurring before her. Amy raised an eyebrow at Sheldon.

"Sheldon, you're not making any sense" Amy countered, taking another step backwards, as Sheldon took a step forwards.

"Amy Farrah Fowler, I have come to the conclusion that you have been playing games with my mind, using your abilities as a Neurobiologist to lure me into a trap!" Sheldon proclaimed, taking another step towards her. Amy took another step backwards to find that her back was against a wall. She gulped, Hoo.

Amy furrowed her eyebrows, "Maybe I am" She quipped.

Sheldon's blue eyes widened. Amy decided to use this opportunity to her advantage. She took a step towards him, and he took one back. Sheldon gulped. The dawning realisation that their roles had reversed in a matter of seconds overcoming his features.

"Did you buy it?" Sheldon gasped.

Amy took another step towards him, he took another step back. "You're going to have to be a little more specific as to what I purchased" Amy teased.

"T-the costume…" Sheldon whispered.

Amy took another step towards him, and Sheldon took one more step backwards, the close proximity starting to make him dizzy and his blood pulse to his boxer region.

"Speak up, Sheldon!" Amy said, successfully backing Sheldon against a wall.

"Did you buy the costume?" Sheldon cried.

"I did."

"Did you bring it with you?" Sheldon asked weakly, his erection throbbing.

"I did." Amy said, closing the space between herself and Sheldon. "And I was thinking…"

"What were you thinking?" Sheldon pleaded, when Amy stopped talking. Amy looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, before leaning in closer to him and placing a slow kiss on his lips, then his neck. Sheldon whimpered a quiet 'Amy'.

Amy suddenly remembered the second step from the magazine article she had read;

Step 2: Be The First To Leave

Nothing drives a man crazier, than not being able to control when their actions are going to end. Take away the control and show them whose boss!

"I was thinking that I could wear it for you…" Amy whispered huskily.

"Really?" Sheldon said somewhere between a moan and a whisper.

Amy took the opportunity and kissed his neck once more before grabbing his ear lobe between her teeth. She tugged lightly before dropping it and whispering one word into Sheldon's ear.

"Bazinga!"