Chapter Ten

A/N - Hey guys! Enjoy! ;)

I never paid much thought to Biology, I always thought it to be frivolous. The study of living organisms - how delightful. Bazinga.

However, I have learned not to ridicule everyone who pursues this trivial subject, as they possess one brilliant mind like my own and that cannot be ridiculed - so I hold my tongue. Even though it may not seem true, I do this a lot.

Here I sit, listening to Amy talk about her work with what seems like renewed enthusiasm but, for the life of me, I cant figure out what she's talking about. Understanding her isn't the issue. No. The issue I have is simply over-coming my basic urges.

Every time she smiles at me, I can't help but grin back at her – and I don't mean the koala smile, it's a full watt Texan grin. Again, I have no clue as to what she's talking about, so I could be agreeing to any old nonsense whilst doing this.

She reaches a hand up and I find my eyes glued to its motion and my breathing stops as I wonder whether she's going to touch me in some way. She tucks her hair behind her ear and I force myself to breathe again – don't mistake this for blind panic, it's more the thrill of uncertainty. Ever since my dream I've been mentally praying for physical contact – its even in the god damn relationship agreement – yet there is none. This woman is going to drive me insane.

I notice her looking at me quizzically and quickly focus my attention.

"You mentioned a dream, does this mean that your REM sleep has improved?" she said, before taking a sip of her wine.

Sheldon sent a sharp look towards Amy and quoted, "Dream is not that which you see whilst sleeping, it is something that does not let you sleep." whilst he ran his fingers over his glass of 'virgin' Cuba Libre. Little did Amy know that the physicist was consuming alcohol right now, as he sought the courage it was rumored to give.

Amy tilted her head to the side, making her hair fall away from her face and gave Sheldon one of her skeptical looks.

"What are you proposing?" she asked, looking into his eyes for something that might give away his true intentions.

He winced.

He has no idea how he didn't see that one coming. Apparently having an eidetic memory and an IQ of one hundred and eighty-seven means nothing against a woman like Amy Farrah Fowler.

"Sheldon, you have been acting strange all night. You seem on edge."

I look down into the dark depths of my drink and ponder what to say next.

What do I want to say?

I clear my throat, purse my lips and raise my eyebrows unconsciously at the same time, whilst still playing with the rim of my glass.

"I had thought my statement pretty clear..." I mumbled, suddenly not feeling very brave about the situation I'm in.

"Sheldon. You said, and I quote – 'Good grief, your commandeering my dreams now as well as my life.' - then you got all blank faced and zoned out. I want to understand what's going on inside that beautiful mind of yours, but you need to help me out here."

When no reply came from Sheldon other than him looking anywhere but at her, she decided to pull out the big guns.

"The relationship agreement section C, subsection 7, states that in times of emotional crisis, if all other options have been exhausted then either party may request full, honest disclosure of said crisis. Tell me what's wrong, Sheldon." she said firmly, her voice softening towards the end.

"I..." he said, stopping to try and make himself seem smaller by haunching his shoulders and crossing his arms against his chest. His hand came up to his face and he ran his fingers over his cheek, getting ready to just blurt out what he was thinking.

"I had a dream about you..." he murmured, feeling a blush creep up his chest and towards his neck.

"A dream? About me?" she said, starting to get suspicious about his behavior. If this was one of those silly Bazinga moments, she might scream.

He took a moment to mentally prepare himself before blurting out, "I want to amend the relationship agreement."

To his horror, Amy recoiled from him and stood up, grabbing her bag.

"I can't take this any more, I'm leaving." she forced through her teeth before storming to the door.

"NO! Amy wait!" he shouted, grabbing his wallet and throwing his money on the table as he leapt up. He grabbed his Cuba Libre and downed it before running after Amy - he would need it.

He left the building and found Amy hailing a cab, he ran to her and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face him.

"That is not what I meant Amy, you didn't let me finish!" he almost whined, dragging a hand through his hair and making it stand out in every direction.

"Then what did you mean Sheldon, because I'm tired of trying to guess at your games and-" she started to shout. But she was cut off by a pair of lips on her own.

Sheldon kissed her.

His lips were soft, but they solidly pressed against her own. She felt him move forwards - just like the night on the train – and tilt his head, pressing his lips even firmer against hers. She didn't realize that would be possible.

Sheldon pulled back a little so he could breathe and rested his forehead against hers. She licked her lips and could instantly taste the white rum that Sheldon had been drinking.

She was drowning.

"Amy?" he whispered.

"Yes?" she whispered back.

"Take me home."

It was as they exited the cab when Amy realizes that Sheldon was drunk. She inwardly sighed a little but it honestly didn't bother her after what he had just done. She pulled his arm over her shoulder with a grimace, expecting a tonne of complaints and moaning, but he just pulled her closer and let her half-drag him up the stairs.

By the time they reached his door, Amy was in an extremely happy mood. She let go of his arm and faced him.

"I would like to thank you for this Sheldon, you didn't have to invite me back to your empty apartment to continue date night after the allocated time." Amy gushed, happy that he was initiating something more than what was written on the relationship agreement.

"Your welcome Amy. Unfortunately, there's no kissing – sorry spoiler alert! There's no kissing, but there is sex! Bazinga, there's no sex either." Sheldon said, snickering to himself at his joke and the frozen look of shock on Amy's face. His drink had definitely gone to his head.

To say she was shocked was an understatement. Sheldon just used the word 'sex'. Hoo.

He unlocks his door with a little difficultly and practically falls through the door. Amy dives after him and steadies him.

"Let's get you to bed, you need to sleep this off." she said in a calm, quiet voice, trying not to startle or scare him. Her intentions were pure, she would tuck him in and then go back to her apartment. She couldn't take advantage of a drunk Sheldon, even if she wanted to.

They reached his room and she heaved him over to the bed in order to lay him down but to her surprise his arm tightened around her waist and she fell with him.

She was half lying on top of Sheldon and he wasn't just letting her – oh no – he had his arm around her waist.

She started to protest because it was the right thing to do, but Mr. Spock here decided to be all adorable.

"Mm, no.. stay." he mumbled, half asleep and fast approaching the land of no return.

She lay there stunned for the longest minute of her life, trying to fight a lost battle – and then she heard him snoring and his arm tightened around her.

'Well I'm obviously not going anywhere right now.. I'll just wait until he lets go and then leave.' She thought to herself, she figured she may as well make herself comfortable and wiggled into his side a bit more, accidentally falling asleep within seconds.

The first thing I realize that morning, is the fuzzy feeling in my head. The second is the weird way my body is aching – like I've been sleeping in a really awkward, stiff position. Then I realize why..

I remember the previous night. I remember drinking that Cuba Libre (devil reincarnated) and I remember kissing Amy.. then we left...

The last thing that I realize that morning, is that I can feel someone half-laying on top of me, and I realize that I'm not alone in my bed..

I let out a shocked scream and fall out of bed, only to look up and see Amy peering at me over the bed, looking just as shocked as I am.