Chapter Twelve

The Independence Hall Stimulation

Sheldon sat in the front row of the high school auditorium where the senate race debate would take place in fifteen minutes. He felt as nervous as he had before his big physics presentation in Rome, and his only job was to sit there and be reassuring, as Rosemary had for him months ago. He'd worn the lucky outfit selected by her: slacks and his Flash shirt with a black and white flannel on over. He actually found himself embracing flannels, nice to wear over things in the increasingly chilly weather, and of course Rosemary loved how Pacific Northwest he looked. Still, he refused to pursue a beard, as she kept suggesting.

Mark glared at Sheldon, eyeing him up and down, obviously disapproving of his outfit, but Sheldon turned up his nose and sat several rows away, next to Lillian, leaving the aisle seat open for Carson, who increasingly helped Rosemary with the money matters of the state. His mom, Meemaw, and Rosemary's parents sat in the row behind them.

"This is so exciting, isn't it Sheldon?" asked Lillian. "I can't believe Rosemary is actually running for senate. She's still so young. Do you think she'll run for state rep and maybe…"

"The White House?" asked Sheldon, happy to see someone thought the same. "Then world domination."

Lillian laughed. "I wish Yoshi could be here, but they're prepping the monument to close for the season. Think we'll have an early snow." She glanced over at him. "You prepared for your boys weekend up on Rainier?"

"Yes, Rosemary and I are going shopping at REI on Sunday to get supplies," Sheldon said.

"Well, I told Yoshi to take care of you."

Sheldon looked at her indignantly. "I don't need to be taken care of," he scoffed, thinking how much more independent he'd become since moving away from Leonard, from Caltech, from the safe routine of Pasadena.

"I remember our hike last year," Lillian chuckled. "Face it, Sheldon. You are still very much a wilderness virgin."

Sheldon opened his mouth to speak but felt someone sit down next to him. Turning, he saw Carson looking at him excitedly.

"Hello, Sheldon," he said. He carried a messenger bag, not too unlike Sheldon's, and he handed Sheldon a piece of paper. "I filled out the paperwork to join the basketball team at your gym. I can't wait to start. Haven't played since elementary school except for shooting hoops. My grandma enrolled me at our neighborhood Y back in Boise."

"Man, the basketball team is going to love you," said Lillian leaning over. "You've got a couple of inches on ol' Shel here."

Sheldon introduced the two as he slipped Carson's papers into his bag. Looking back up, a teenager stood before him.

"Are you Dr. Sheldon Cooper?"

"Yes."

"Please come backstage with me," he said, leading a baffled Sheldon behind the curtain. Sheldon realized the teenagers running around were probably from the high school operating the lights and sound.

Backstage was minimally lit, and Sheldon saw Livingstone with a couple of suits across from where he was being led, all in deep, quiet conversation. Rounding a corner by the ropes for the curtain sat Rosemary, alone, wringing her hands. She looked up at Sheldon as the student disappeared.

"Hey," she said. "You got here okay with your mom and grandma?"

"Yes. Your family and Carson are here too. And our friends from the retirement center. And your co-workers. And the auditorium is full, not an empty seat," he said proudly.

Rosemary stood up and grabbed him, crushing him in a tight embrace. "Just hold me, Sheldon," she whispered.

Sheldon did just that, and they stood there quietly for a long time. The teenager reappeared.

"Sir, you need to leave. We're about to begin."

Sheldon kissed Rosemary softly on the lips and pulled away. Just before he stepped in front of the curtain, he looked back at her. Her forlorn look, her fearful expression sat on her face, and Sheldon felt like going back and kissing it away. But he watched an amazing transformation occur in mere seconds. Unaware he was watching, Rosemary closed her eyes, took a long deep breath, squared her shoulders, and reopened her eyes, completely transformed. Her face smiling and determined, her eyes shining with intelligence and wit, her whole body shining in confidence. Sheldon felt his breathe taken away watching her become a real Wonder Woman. And he was lucky enough to get to go home with her.

Sheldon returned to his seat, smiling at everyone, reassuring them. The house lights darkened, and the stage lights illuminated the two podiums in front of the curtain. A local news anchor sat off to the side, the moderator. He began to introduce the candidates, the style of the debate, in which he would be asking the questions posed from the audience as they entered. Finally, the candidates themselves were introduced and took the stage.

Rosemary looked stunning, professional, a real leader. She wore black slacks, heeled boots, and a turquoise shirt, complete with the gemstone necklace and barrette she'd worn to Penny and Leonard's wedding. Her golden skin gave her an ethereal glow under the stage lighting, her black hair shined.

Opening statements began, Livingstone going first. Sheldon hadn't heard the incumbent speak, but he was good, his voice strong and booming. But Rosemary's was as well, and soon the questioning began.

"A major concern in our community is the rising rate of homelessness. Please describe how you intend to address this issue."

Sheldon smiled, knowing this to be close to Rosemary's heart. He listened to the answer she'd rehearsed, delighting in the fact it sounded like she was saying it for the first time.

Now it was Livingstone's turn to respond. "I'm afraid my opponent here is quite ignorant about the situation."

How dare he insult Rosemary, his woman, calling her ignorant! That dirty polecat! Sheldon leaped up and said loudly, "Rosemary Fox knows about the issues better than you! She's been to the homeless shelter, friends with people there, gives…" he felt a hand grasp his shoulder, and he was violently shoved back into his seat.

"Shut the hell up, Sheldon," Lillian hissed in his ear. He looked over to see rage in her eyes. "I swear to God, if you open your mouth again, I will knock you out cold, and Carson will have to carry your limp body to the car."

Sheldon scowled, turning his attention back on stage to Rosemary, who was laughing.

"Sounds like you have a fan in the audience," chuckled the moderator.

"I have a few," she said, smiling kindly out at the crowd. "Hopefully enough who will write my name down on their ballots." She turned to Livingstone. "About my ignorance, senator?"

"Good job, Rosie," Sheldon heard Thomas behind him.

The debate continued, back and forth, Rosemary sometimes floundering but always with something to say. She shut down Livingstone's arguments several times. She laughed goodheartedly, made eye contact with the audience, joked with the moderator. Her smoothness in this, the most trying and difficult of social situations, impressed and inspired Sheldon. How had he ended up with Rosemary? She was nothing like his group in Pasadena, like Sheldon himself. How had they bumped into each other, fallen in love?

Sheldon's earlier outburst seemed to inspire others to voice their opinions from time to time, as occasional shouts of agreement rang out for both candidates, cheering, the loudest of which came after Rosemary expressed her plans for increasing student literacy and decreasing standardized testing, providing details including budgetary concerns. Sheldon looked over to see Carson beam proudly, a rare sight indeed. Yes, Rosemary did seem to bring out the best in people, even arrogant mathematicians.

Throughout the hour debate, Lillian's hand gripped Sheldon's arm the entire time, and he remained silent, ready to smile when Rosemary glanced his way, which was quite often.

Following the closing statements, the house lights came back on and the candidates met with members of the audience. Sheldon, who was now used to hanging back to let Rosemary do her thing, said farewell to Carson and stepped up to his mother.

"That girl of yours is something else," Mary said. "And I saw her looking at you every now and then. She relies on you, Shelly. It's nice to see you supporting someone, taking care of her."

Sheldon smiled. He enjoyed taking care of Rosemary. He turned toward where she was talking with voters, but found a man about his height, black hair with a full mustache and beard, and a large smile, standing in front of him.

"Um, hi," he said. "You're Rosemary's boyfriend, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm Mike Woods…um, Rosemary's ex," he said, sounding a little nervous. "I just…I just wanted to thank you for getting Rosemary to run. I mentioned it several times when we were together. She kept saying she's too young or inexperienced or some other crap. But when I brought my son to the museum last week and saw her, she said you're her number one inspiration." Mike smiled. "Anyway, just wanted to meet you and tell you that. Take care of Rose. She's a wonderful woman." And then Mike disappeared into the crowd, leaving Sheldon shocked, standing beside his mother.

"Well, Moon Pie," said Meemaw, coming up on the other side of him. "Looks like all this hoopla is your fault. And good thing too. She looks like she really cares."

But Sheldon was distracted. Mike. Mike, who dated Rosemary for a year. Mike, the only other person beside Sheldon and Enzo who she engaged in coitus with. Mike, who proposed to Rosemary at the Space Needle restaurant and was refused.

Refused. Would she refuse Sheldon?

But she never lived with Mike. Gave a house to Mike. Was inspired to run for office by Mike. All those things belonged to Sheldon. He knew at some point he'd meet Mike, but Sheldon thought his reaction would be different, like he'd reacted to Enzo. But Mike's words touched him deeply – Sheldon was Rosemary's number one inspiration.

Plus, it helped that Mike didn't resemble an underwear model like Enzo. He looked more like a lumberjack.

His mom and grandmother continued to talk to him, but his eyes followed Rosemary, who broke away from the crowd and headed backstage alone. Sheldon left his family's side to follow her, completely disregarding their conversation. Finding her in the spot by the curtain ropes, where he'd seen her before the debate, he paused several feet away. Rosemary leaned one hand on the wall, placing the other over her heart, closing her eyes. Sheldon realized she was unaware of his presence, and he suddenly felt he was spying on a private moment. He turned to walk away when her voice stopped him.

"So, how did I do?"

He turned back around to look at her, smiling at him.

"You were…brilliant."

She ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you for your, well, outburst at the beginning. I couldn't find you in the crowd. The stage lights were so bright."

"Mark and Melissa are going to yell at me," he said.

"Let them. Politics are supposed to evoke passion. When people are silent, that's a problem," Rosemary said, kissing him quickly on the lips and bending down to grab her purse. "I thought it lightened the mood. Debates should be lively." She stopped. "Meet you at home?"

Sheldon nodded, and the couple emerged from backstage to join their families.

After returning home, Sheldon and Rosemary stayed up to watch the eleven o'clock news, which featured footage of the debate. Sheldon held Rosemary's hand as she sat on the edge of her seat. Although the analysts only talked about the debate for a minute, the presidential election being the highlight of most election news, two of the three analysts named Rosemary the winner. Rosemary jumped around the living room, screaming, crying, laughing, a very entertaining sight for Sheldon, before leaping on Sheldon's lap, arms around his neck.

"Jesus, Sheldon, I'm just exhausted," she sighed. "Let's go to bed."

After finishing their bedtime business, Sheldon wondered if Rosemary might want post-debate coitus to celebrate, a treat before his big role play that weekend. However, when he returned to their bedroom after brushing his teeth, he found his girlfriend already fast asleep, sprawled across the bed. He slid in, set his alarm to take his family to the airport early, and dozed off quickly.

Mary Cooper turned around as her and her mother proceeded through the security line at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. She wanted one last look at her son before they boarded the plane. Sheldon stood tall and confident, rain jacket over a sweatshirt over one of his usual t-shirts. He smiled and waved at her.

Raising Sheldon had not been easy, and watching him become a brilliant adult, but one so dependent on others, frustrated her to no end. Visiting him in Pasadena, she saw how his friends catered to him, had to take care of him, from his roommate to the girl across the hall. And in conversations with him over the years, his continued childishness, his dependence, showed. Then suddenly, that Amy girl dumped him, a girl he rarely mentioned or cared if Mary knew at all, and he began to change. Driving himself and changing jobs and making new friends. Then this Rosemary, a girl completely different from him, enters the picture, and her Shelly is moving in with her and designing rings and talking about her endlessly on when he calls home and taking care of her.

Yes, taking care of her. Inspiring her. Her Sheldon was considering the happiness of someone other than himself, and it showed in both words and actions. While this might not seem huge to most mothers when thinking about their sons, this was a noticeable and wonderful difference in hers. She worried a little less about Sheldon; he seemed to be becoming a more complete person, a thoughtful, caring person. Perhaps later than she'd like, him being past his mid-thirties, but nevertheless, a very welcome and hopeful change.

Giving her mother her bag, she worked her way back through the line and approached Sheldon, taking her surprised son by the shoulders.

"Sheldon," she said. "The next time I see Rosemary, I want there to be an engagement ring on her left hand. You hear me? You marry that girl."

He raised his eyebrows and nodded. Kissing his cheek, she rejoined her mother as they headed to their plane back to Texas.

Rosemary pulled into the driveway Saturday afternoon, the garage door opening for her. She quickly ran in, dodging the October rain, before bringing down the door. Glancing up at the door leading into their kitchen, she wasn't surprised to see a sign reading "Welcome to Independence Hall." She knew Sheldon stayed home from the retirement center that day in order to prepare for the role play, sputtering the lame excuse of having his theorem to work on as she headed out the door a few hours ago. Also, he'd been reciting parts of the Declaration of Independence in his sleep the past couple of evenings.

What did surprise her was the beautiful colonial-style dress hanging by the door with a note pinned to it reading, "Put this on first, please." The dress, silky with just the right amount of poof, the delicate green coloring was one of her favorite shades to wear. Shoes, short-heeled slippers with intricate floral designs, sat on the floor, and a box graced the work bench. Opening the box, she gasped and immediately felt aroused. Inside was quite a scandalous piece of lingerie. Sheldon purchased a corset bustier ensemble, laced in the front, complete with a little pair of panties, not fitting the colonial time period at all, but able to enhance the dress. The item was a soft pink lace and completely sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. She read the box cover, seeing the name of the Italian lingerie shop she's made purchases at in Rome, items Sheldon seemed to enjoy, one time untying the front of a silky little nightie with his teeth, causing her to have a fit of giggles and him to practically devour her with lust.

Rosemary took a while to get dressed, having a bit of difficulty with the garters and stockings Sheldon provided, thankful she lived in modern times when women could wear jeans and sweatshirts. Finally, she walked into the kitchen to chamber music playing.

Of course, Sheldon waited for her, most likely having heard the garage door open. He stood from his place at the kitchen table, which was shoved against the wall, completely dressed for the late 1700s. Breeches, belted shoes with stockings, a black long coat, tricorn hat. He looked like he just walked out of some reenactment at the Williamsburg historic site, and Rosemary absolutely loved it.

"Miss Rosemary Fox, thank you so much for joining me at this ball celebrating the reading of the Declaration of Independence happening tomorrow," he said formally, leaning in to her. "Well, actually, in a couple of minutes, but you understand I need to make some allocations for time considering…"

"Just dance with me, Mr. Jefferson," Rosemary grabbed him to her. Sheldon grinned and used the remote for the stereo to turn to a lively number. He guided Rosemary around their kitchen to the ancient piece, Rosemary once again impressed by his dancing skills, remembering he said he took classes in his youth.

"I trust your dress fits well," he said.

"Very much so," she said truthfully, knowing that her friend Amara made these and knew Rosemary's dimensions from her Arwen costume. "However, I do find the undergarments to be a bit…futuristic."

"Well, um…they are the latest designs out of Italy," he said.

"I'll say. Did you finally achieve time travel and go to a twenty-first century lingerie store?" she teased.

She saw Sheldon blush deeply. Adorable.

"Why yes, that's it, Miss Fox," he said, continuing to guide her around the kitchen as the music changed to a softer song.

When the music finished, he led her into the living room, which was completely rearranged. Every chair in their house sat facing a rather ancient looking oak table, on which sat a sheet of parchment and large quill pen resting in a jar filled with some dark liquid. Were they even going to reenact the signing of the Declaration?

She sat on the end of the front row, the only available seat, since the others were filled with various individuals from the original signing. Amusingly, Sheldon had gathered some of his figurines and her old stuffed animals and labeled them. She sat next to his Darth Vader statue with the name tag, "Hello my name is Alexander Hamilton."

"Oh dear, Mr. Hamilton," Rosemary said, then grabbed Sheldon's arm before he headed to the front table. "Mr. Jefferson, should I warn Mr. Hamilton here not to engage in that duel with Mr. Burr?"

Sheldon raised his eyebrows, surprised by her comment, clearly thinking how to respond in character. "Um, no, Miss Fox. That would disrupt the time-space continuum."

Sheldon grabbed a judge wig from the top of her piano, putting his hat aside, and turned to face the assembly.

"On today's agenda is a reading of my recent piece, the Declaration of Independence," he said in a loud, clear voice. Rosemary clapped in delight, and Sheldon smiled and nodded in her direction. "Following will be the signing and…um, lovemaking."

"In front of the entire assembly?" gasped Rosemary.

"Why, yes, Miss Fox. I think they can learn a thing from our expertise," he said, eyeing her hungrily. "And I will need you undressed before the signing, since I need to practice my signature on…um, your body."

Rosemary felt her blood begin to run hot. She looked at the quill pen and ink. "Hmmm…is that special ink?"

"Chocolate ink," Sheldon said, his gaze penetrating her. She wanted to jump up on him right now. "But first, the reading." He glanced down at the parchment and opened his mouth to speak...

"Counterproposal," Rosemary chimed in.

"What?" said Sheldon, looking confused.

"Well, I was just thinking, we both need to be undressed by the time the reading is finished. How do you propose we do that?"

"Um, just untie and remove things," Sheldon stammered, clearly not having thought Rosemary would have ideas of her own in this role play.

"Well, since I am running for senate…um, once women are allowed to participate in government in the distant future, how about…" she thought for a moment, recalling the text of the Declaration of Independence. "How about we each remove an article of clothing whenever you read the words govern or government?"

Sheldon nodded. "Sounds appropriate."

Clearing his throat again, Sheldon launched into his reading, Rosemary impressed by his vocal expression and clarity. He'd obviously practiced his performance.

Finishing the first paragraph, he smiled smugly at her. She knew what he was thinking – no mention of government yet. Rosemary grinned back at him knowingly.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness," Sheldon read, loud and clear, giving Rosemary goosebumps. Yes, he had chosen the perfect role play for her. "That to secure these rights, governments…" His voice faded, and he looked at Rosemary.

She held out her foot, letting one of her shoes slip off and fall to the floor. Sheldon walked around the table and removed one of his shoes, setting it neatly next to hers. He returned to his spot and cleared his throat again.

"Among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed..." he paused again, this time glaring at the grinning Rosemary. "Miss Fox, I believe you know this piece already. Did you sneak a peek?"

"I'm afraid I did, Mr. Jefferson," she said coyly, removing her other shoe as he did as well. "I would love to see you in just your knickers…or less."

Sheldon continued his reading, and by the end of the second part, before he even got to the charges against the king, stood at the table in just his linen shirt and briefs. Rosemary sat watching him wearing just the scandalous lingerie.

Sheldon's performance of the Declaration of Independence became weaker as he went on, continually stealing looks at Rosemary. When it came time to remove his shirt, Sheldon did quickly, then put his hands on the table and leaned forward, eager to watch Rosemary remove the corset. She stood up, locking eyes with him, and slowly untied the piece, running her fingers along her own body, sighing loudly, as she slid the piece off herself and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of him now in only a sheer pair of panties, feeling a pleasant shudder run through her as he walked around the table to stand in front of her.

"I'll finish the reading later," he said. "I want to practice my signature."

"One should always practice before signing an important document," she whispered, moving forward to press her body against his. "Especially one of the most important documents in human history."

She yelped as Sheldon suddenly lifted her up and laid her on the table.

"By the way, where did this table come from?" she asked, as Sheldon grabbed the feather and chocolate ink.

"Antique store downtown," he said, his hungry eyes taking her in. "Don't worry. It's been disinfected."

Rosemary sat up and grabbed Sheldon's face, bringing it towards her. "You always know the right thing to say to turn me on." She plunged her tongue in his mouth, shifting around to wrap her legs around him as she sat on the parchment.

Sheldon sat down the writing utensils and wrapped her in his arms. He moaned into her, then backed away. "My writing, Miss Fox. Please lie down."

Rosemary, whose body already throbbed with want for him, laid down on the table as he took up his pen and ink. He paused before dipping into the chocolate and ran the feather across her breasts and down her body. The sensation shocked Rosemary, and she let out a loud gasp, automatically arching her back.

"Oh, Sheldon," she moaned. He seemed encouraged because he kept running the feather all over her body. She realized she'd closed her eyes and opened them to see him watching her intensely, his blue eyes an even deeper shade than before. Rosemary came out of her bliss for a moment to realize her error. "I mean, Mr. Jefferson. I… really like that."

Sheldon slowly dipped the pen in the chocolate and signed across her stomach, making her giggle from being tickled.

He leaned back to regard his work, then frowned. "Drat, I messed up. I wrote my real name."

"Then erase it and start over," Rosemary said, grinning broadly.

Sheldon smiled, and leaned over her, his tongue running along her stomach, lapping up the chocolate. Rosemary couldn't help but thrash underneath him, relishing the feeling of his tongue, his hands, the sticky sweet smell of the chocolate. After finishing erasing his name, he leaned over her mouth, kissing her deeply.

"You're quite tasty, Mr. Jefferson," she whispered.

Sheldon grinned, then proceeded to write again on her stomach, this time using his character's name. When he finished, he leaned to kiss her again, but Rosemary sat up. Jumping up from the table, she grabbed at Sheldon's briefs, sliding them down, kissing the tip of his erection as she moved back up and grabbed the chocolate ink and feather from him.

"You know, I'm an educated woman, Mr. Jefferson," she said, running the feather over his chest, down his body, lightly over his member. "I can write too."

Sheldon's eyes were closed, and he swayed slightly in place as she ran the feather over him. "What…what…oohhh…what do you want to write, Miss Fox?"

She stopped the movement with the feather and dipped the tip of the pen in the chocolate, writing her name across his chest. Then she wrote a "RF + SC" on his stomach. Sheldon opened his eyes and glanced down.

"Ah…Miss Fox, who is SC?" Sheldon asked.

"Oh…yeah…um…South Carolina?"

"You'd better…um…"

"Erase it, Mr. Jefferson?"

"Ooohhh, yes please Miss Fox," he breathed eagerly.

Rosemary leaned down and licked the chocolate off his stomach, her lips moving further down his body, tongue running along his erection, too aroused to worry about germs. She'd crossed that bridge successfully and loved pleasing him in different ways. She smiled as she licked back up his body.

"Rosemary…Miss Fox…I really want to…go inside you…now," Sheldon groaned, removing her panties and setting her back on the table.

"In front of the entire second Continental Congress?" asked Rosemary before letting out a deep groan as Sheldon's erection pressed against her vaginal opening. She scooted to the edge of the table and wrapped her legs around him.

"Yes, let them watch," he said, his voice deep and low, making Rosemary practically melt.

Sheldon groaned as he entered her, and their unusual position brought pressure and pleasure to a new area for her. Combine that with their lengthy, unusual foreplay, Rosemary reached her peak quickly, feeling Sheldon do the same. Their chests moved together, smearing the chocolate and making quite a sweet smelling mess between them. The couple stopped moving as they came down from their orgasms.

"Wow, Mr. Jefferson…I….hmmm," Rosemary sighed, clinging to Sheldon, loving that he lingered inside her, standing with his arms wrapped around her.

"I didn't get to finish my reading, Miss Fox."

"That's okay, Shel…Mr. Jefferson. There are some rather disparaging remarks against Native Americans toward the end of your piece I personally don't care to hear," she said, then moaned as Sheldon removed himself from her. He jumped up to sit on the table beside her, completely naked, picking up the feather and studying it.

"Oh, Miss Fox, I removed that section and…"

"You can't edit the Declaration of Independence!"

Sheldon looked at her indignantly. "I'm Thomas Jefferson. I wrote the Declaration of Independence. I can do what I want!"

Rosemary looked at him and burst out laughing. Sheldon glanced over and smiled before continuing to study the feather.

"You know, Miss Fox, I purchased this as simply a writing utensil, not realizing how stimulating it could be," he said.

"Really? When I saw it sitting up there, I thought stimulation is exactly what you had in mind," said Rosemary.

"You have a dirty mind, Miss Fox," Sheldon said raising an eyebrow and grinning at her.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, but you are the one who suggested coitus in front of the entire continental congress," laughed Rosemary, turning to see the chairs with the occupants, delighted once again to see her old teddy bear labeled Samuel Adams. "You're quite the exhibitionist, good sir." She sighed happily. "You know what I'd like to do now?"

"What?"

"Well, I love that dress you got for me, but I didn't get to wear it very long. Let's get cleaned up and head back to the dance."

Sheldon nodded, still looking serious. "But we need to sign the Declaration to send to the king."

Rosemary looked down. "Um, Mr. Jefferson, our naked asses are sitting on the document."

Her phrasing caused Sheldon to now let out a loud laugh. "All the better for the king who taxes his people without allowing them representation."

Sheldon and Rosemary both jumped up and signed the paper in chocolate, using their real names. After standing in the kitchen naked, wiping up the chocolate with a paper towel, occasionally licking it form one another, the couple got dressed and moved together for more dancing. Rosemary clung to Sheldon throughout the chamber pieces, sighing contentedly.

"Sheldon?"

"Hmmm?"

"I really enjoyed this," she said. "Very well done. Thank you."

"Only the best for Senator Fox," he said.

Senator Fox. That could be real in less than a month. People just needed to write in her name. She glanced over to see her and Sheldon's ballots on the kitchen counter. She'd been in awe since starting to run in August the amount of people who put their best efforts into her. And Sheldon, putting his heart and mind on the line for her, from the encounter with the reporter to preparing an intricate role play to please and relax her. Dozens of people put their time and energy into her campaign, getting her name and ideas out there. But would the average voter, a person she didn't even know, take the ten seconds to write her name?

Author's Note: In the next chapter, Sheldon chats with Amy before heading off to a very educational adventure in the mountains with Glenn and Yoshi. Also, Rosemary receives a bit of education from her political opponent.

Please review! Thanks for reading, and have a Happy New Year!