Chapter Eleven.1

A/N - Hey guys! This is a little snippet to tide you over until I hopefully update the big chapter tomorrow, I just couldn't find it within me to leave the last chapter as it was. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to chapter #11.2 tomorrow! Oh and a quick warning for that.. Incoming Lemons! Sad Shamy makes a sad writer.. :[

"What! How?" Sheldon started to ramble, "Why are you in my bed?"

He was looking around the room frantically, his large doe eyes darting around and trying not to focus on Amy. He was desperately trying to remember the previous night but he wasn't able to come up with a plausible explanation for the situation, other than the glaringly obvious one. They hadn't done that... They couldn't have! Could they?

Sheldon squinted, looking at nothing in particular but trying to jog his memory.

He remembered telling Amy something before letting her into the apartment last night.

"I... We..." he stuttered, eyes finally widening in horror and staring straight into hers. "I told you there was sex! Good Lord, Amy!"

This was where the hyperventilation began and Amy flew into action.

She climbed off the bed and moved to kneel in front of Sheldon.

"Just breathe, Sheldon. We didn't partake in any sexual activities last night. I brought you home – to your insistence – and when I put you into bed you had grabbed me and fallen asleep. I couldn't move and figured I would wait until you released me but I must have fallen asleep too. I'm so sorry," Amy gave a little sob herself and took Sheldon's face in her hands, "This never should have happened - I understand why you don't want intimacy with me, I get it, I really do. Rejection isn't new to me, I just..."

She looked down at her knees, a tear escaping her eyes whilst she tried to place her feelings into words. She took a breathe and shook her head to rid herself of all the emotions that were threatening to suffocate her.

"I thought we were moving on, that's all." She looked at Sheldon one last time to check he had stopped hyperventilating and stood up to walk away.

"Wait," Sheldon said, wrapping his hand around her wrist as she turned. "Where are you going?"

She looked at him and sighed, "I'm leaving, that's what you want. It's what you need."

"I didn't say that at all." he said, a confused look coming over his face.

"Sheldon," Amy started, "You just-"

"I just wanted to do things the right way!" he interrupted. "When I couldn't remember what happened last night, I panicked. You deserve better than that."

She stared at him, his head hung down and she felt confused.

"Better than what? You have some quirks, I know that, and I know you can't help them and I accept it-"

Sheldon held his hand up, once again interrupting her. "I meant that you don't deserve to be defiled by a drunken imbecile." he muttered, embarrassment showing clearly on his face.

"Oh..." she said, her eyes wide while she observed Sheldon curiously.

Is this the start of a new chapter in their journey? Oh, I hope so ;)