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Jammies

Sheldon chose his spot in the lecture hall with his usual care. He considered the usual list of complex variables, air flow, distance to fire exits, acoustic sweetness… to this list he added military sightlines. He wanted to see Amy and be seen by her, but he also needed to scoop the room, in case anyone (Siebert) tried to swoop in on her for a post brilliant lecture heated embrace. Bernadette sat with Howard and Leonard on the other side of the room. Probably a good thing. She still had crazy eyes. Every word She-Hulk had hissed, growled and squeaked at him was nestled in his eidetic memory forever. He also saw Siebert enter the room and sit near the back.

He'd been watching Siebert all day. When Sheldon had kissed Amy's cheek outside the spa, when he'd wrapped his arm around her shoulder, it had been because this other man was watching. When Amy had briefly dated Stuart it had been difficult for Sheldon and he'd responded by locking her into an air tight relationship agreement. Which, as it turned out, the little vixen would skirt at will and without repercussion. She also never stopped negotiating. This thought made him grin. It was exciting to face a worthy adversary. Amy was the mistress of quid pro quo, 3 seasons of Star Trek, the original series in 3 weekends vs. 2 seasons each of Downton Abbey and Sherlock over 2 weekends. But that was why Amy was better at this than him. When Amy recklessly flouted the regulations, it benefited them both because everything she wanted them to do together was so much fun! Play Doctor, Star Trek style or play the game of "Smarter than Sherlock" she had created for Sherlock day. "Smarter than Sherlock" had been ridiculously arousing. Mentally. And not arousing… stimulating!

Under that line of reasoning, if everything Amy wanted him to do off the books, so to say, wound up benefiting him and making him happy then if Amy wanted to engage in Coitus, he should just man up (possibly costume up) and do it.

Be that as it may, he had to concentrate on getting Amy out of the room as quickly as possible when the presentation was done. She was James Brown, he was the guy with the cape. Wrap her up and get her out of there. There would be no encores.

His intricate planning process was interrupted by the arrival of Rajesh, who flopped down next to him. "I am going to die alone." He reeked of light beer and sadness.

"I thought that had been established," Sheldon said coldly.

Unbidden, Raj continued, "Padma is perfect. She is cute, fun, she gets wheezy if she has to talk to more than 3 people… Why won't she marry me?"

It was on the tip of Sheldon's tongue to ask "why would she marry you?" but that would have led to a conversation and there was always a chance it was a rhetorical question. Happily, it was time for Amy's introduction, so he didn't have to explore the issue further.

Raj grinned when Amy came on stage and loudly slurred in Sheldon's ear, "Doesn't she look classy? Did you see her ass in those pants? BAM! I am the make-over master. What should my next project be? Dressing Bernadette to seem taller or to make Penny look less like she purchased all her clothes from the 'Everything for 5 bucks' bin at Nordstrom's rack?"

Sheldon jerked away, trying to ignore the icky wetness in his ear, muttering, "And he wonders why he will die alone."

Amy finished the speech. It was informative and laid out controlling addictive behavior through specific stimuli. She radiated brilliance, knowledge and discipline. For some reason the concept of discipline made Sheldon think about the pink nightgown, her bare thighs peeping out the top of her lacy stockings, and the way her ass looked in those pants…

What the hell was happening to him?

After Amy concluded the speech, she rendered his plan of shanghaiing her up to the room moot by walking right up to him. "I am sorry about this afternoon. We should go somewhere and talk."

"Agreed. Let's go." Sheldon stood, held out his hand for her to take.

"That isn't necessary." Amy replied, pushing his hand down to his side. Frowning, Sheldon stubbornly took her right hand in his left and pulled her out of the room. She didn't protest again, but he sensed she wasn't as delighted with the handholding as she had been earlier. He guided her out of the lecture room, avoiding all that might seek to engage her in conversation and pulled her onto an elevator that was full of people. Sheldon held her more securely to his side.

When they got to her room, she sank down onto her sofa and patted the seat next to her. He sat closer than she thought he would.

Once seated, she spoke, "I am not mad at you." Amy said, holding her hands in her lap. "There is nothing to be mad about."

It was then that Sheldon realized everything Bernadette had said was true. Amy adored him, she wanted him, but she really didn't expect too much from him, she had resigned herself to the fact that her need for a "real boyfriend" would never be met. Not by him. Sheldon ardently disliked being blessed by low expectations, it especially irked in this situation, as it meant someone else could still possibly fill that desire. Sheldon needed to show her that wasn't how it was. He looked into her eyes and started talking. "I don't like the thought of you with other men. Flirting, dancing, drinking… It makes me do things."

Amy nodded, leaning back on the sofa, "Like this morning, you acted out with the lovey dovey stuff, like when I went out with Stuart, and you asked me to be your girlfriend. I know."

"You could use that, I know that you could. To make me behave the way you want. To do whatever you want," He brought her legs up into his lap. He wasn't sure if he had a plan. "It would be easy. But you don't do it. Why?"

"I don't want to have to manipulate you, Sheldon. I wasn't trying to this weekend or on that date with Stuart. When I've wanted to move faster, I've told you. I've explained my process, we've discussed things. You've consented… It has to be true, though… If I have to drag it out of you, or you just do it because you are scared, it isn't real. And it has to be real." Amy shivered.

"Are you cold?" He asked. He looked truly concerned.

This made her smile. "Always."

"Are you sleepy?" Sheldon stared at the legs in his lap."

Amy looked puzzled, "A little."

"Do you want to take a nap with me?" Sheldon asked softly, quickly mushing the words together. His eyes darted up when she didn't answer him. Maybe she didn't understand, but when he looked into her face, he knew she did.

"Jammies?" her eyes sparkled with the sudden thrill of negotiation.

"Yes. Not under the covers, but under a blanket." He responded, stroking her calf over her trousers.

"In the interest of full disclosure, the only jammies I have are the scraps of fabric that Raj bought me during the make-over." He nodded in understanding and assent, not trusting his voice. "That means if we will not be under the covers, you will be required to provide me with body heat. Your body heat." Amy clarified. He nodded again. "What is the proposed duration of this nap?"

"Two hours. Commencing at 4 pm, in 15 minutes. I propose we suit up and meet back in my room in 10 minutes to negotiate ground rules." Sheldon said, formally.

Amy swung her legs of his lap, and stood up, "Excellent. I'll bring the blanket you lent me last night." Nodding, Sheldon rose from the sofa and bolted from the room, after the door closed, she squeaked, "hoo."

Mentally, she rejected the idea of texting Penny and Bernadette for advice as too time consuming, muttering, "Keep it together, Fowler, it is a fully clothed nap. Perspective!" She heard Raj's voice in her head, "Not in that nightie, girlfriend… fully clothed is not how to describe that little number… Now look in the beauty book!" Raj's voice commanded. Frowning, Amy grabbed the beauty book, turning to the section called, Looking so Sexy that even Sheldon Cooper will Salivate. Amy sat down at the vanity table and read. Following the instructions she began to undo her braid. There seemed to be 9 steps, each more daunting than the last, and she only had a minute to complete each of them! God she loved a challenge!

Over in Sheldon's room, he was trying to pre-wash the shame off his body. "This is sinning." Her heard his mother's voice. "I am over 30, I am taking an afternoon nap in jammies with a woman with whom I am in a committed relationship. I am not making you a grandbaby in your bed with a Hooters waitress, right on top of your Jesus is Love quilt, like George did or climbing through the bathroom window not wearing underwear at 4:30am at age 15 like Missy did." Sheldon thought back. The Mary Cooper in his brain hedged…"Well they have Jesus in their hearts…" Sheldon's eyes widened, did he just win an argument about sex with the voice of his mother that lived in his guilt center?

Not that there was going to be sex. This was nap. Sheldon reminded himself as the memory that he had condoms in his emergency kit hit him in the middle of his limbic system. "Oh. Boy."

At 3:55pm, Amy knocked on the door that joined their rooms and Sheldon flung it open immediately. "Hi." They squeaked in unison. Amy slunk in, holding the folded blanket in front of her body. She walked to the bed, turned around and faced him, smiling.

She had undone the braid, so her hair fell around her face in long romantic waves, her cheeks were very pink, she wasn't wearing glasses and her eyes were shining. "Okay." She got down to business, "ground rules?"

"Jammies stay on." Sheldon stated, blushing, "But they can get moved around a bit."

Amy smiled brightly at him then she noticed he wasn't wearing an undershirt. She raised an eyebrow. Interesting. "Agreed. What about kissing?"

"To be discussed as need the need arises." Sheldon said sternly then rolled his eyes as Amy started to giggle, "Mind out of the gutter, Dr. Fowler."

"Dude," she imitated Raj, "Don't try to change me."

"Dangerously close to ruining the moment," Sheldon folded his arms.

"You mean you are actually going to make me take nap?" Amy asked, grinning, "I promise, on my honor, Dr. Cooper, I'll be good. Good-ish." She put the blanket on the bed in front of her, giving Sheldon his first real good look at the rest of her. The late afternoon sun poured through the window behind her, making her hair and skin glow like fire. White panties today… he noted… lacy.

"Lie down on the bed." He said, firmly. She complied, her cheeks getting even pinker. He unfolded the blanket and laid it over her legs, before sliding under it himself.

They lay facing each, inches separating them. He reached out and ran his hands down her arm to her hands, then back up, making her shiver. "come here, Chilly," he drew her into a close embrace, throwing one leg over her bare ones. Amy's heart was racing and Sheldon felt like he was having a coronary.

"Chilly?" she laughed pressing her lips against his throat.

"You are the one who likes to give adults precious nicknames. I thought you would like one." He whispered, running his hands over the silky material that covered her back. She sighed, gently biting his jaw and running her hand down his chest, over the buttons of his pajama shirt. He growled softly, finding his hands in her hair, he pulled her away from his neck and looked into her darkened green eyes, "kissing needs to be discussed." He said, rolling her on her back and pinning her to the bed.

Wrapping one leg around his waist, Amy smiled up at him, "I didn't kiss you. I bit you. There is no prohibition on biting. Or sucking and licking for that matter."

"Good Lord, if I agree to kissing, can there be?" Sheldon asked, acting more distressed than he actually felt, from this position every inch of Amy's face, neck, arms and décolletage looked like something he wanted to bite, lick or suck. And kiss.

Amy was suppressing the urge to completely lose her cool. She could easily slip into babbling, giggling, Christ, even chanting wasn't out of the question… And this was not the time. Sheldon was on top of her, she could feel his whole body pushing her down onto the bed. He was warm and even flannel couldn't change the fact that no one sexier lived on the planet. She laced her fingers behind his head and pulled him closer, not trusting her voice, she kissed him. Just a soft press of her lips against his, just everything she'd always dreamed of doing. To her joy, he kissed back, to her shock, he deepened the kiss… Then she felt him grab a handful of her hair and gently jerked her head back, breaking the kiss. Amy whimpered and tried to reengage, but he held her away from him. "You always kiss me." His face was sad, "I never kiss you. I know that is my fault… I want to. I just don't know… how."

"Just do it," she smiled, he was her Sheldon, her innocent, obnoxious, neurotic Prince Charming. "There is no way it could bad." Amy twisted so her hands could unbutton his jammies, "It is your kiss. You excel at everything." He didn't protest as she opened his shirt, slipped her still cool fingers against the pale flesh of his chest. Grasping one of her questing hands, he kissed her fingertips.

"I want to do this," he drew her hand behind his head again and leaned closer, trying to find the words that would explain what this was. "This is real."

Sheldon kissed her, softly, pressing her down into the bed. He felt the world swirl around him, the soft silk of her night gown against his bare chest, the warmth radiating from the creamy flesh beneath the gown, sweet smelling hair brushing his face, the light scratch of her nails over the nape of his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer and closer… Her parted lips kissing him back… everything in the world, soft, wet, warm… desperate.

One lone thought flashed across his brain. There was a lot a person could do with their jammies still on.

A/N: I am sorry… this so PG 13… but have you ever tried to get these people to take off their underwear? They won't do it! I promise the actual details will be coming in flash back and hen party chatter form.