Usual disclaimers… much love to Chuck, Bill and Warners

Charming the Twin

It had been a full 5 days since the Shamy had merrily surrendered their virginities to the whims of their limbic systems and as far as the gang could see, not that much had changed. There was very little in the way of nauseating public displays of affection, but there was a lot of stepping into the next room for 10-15 minutes whenever Amy would show up at the apartment for dinner. Also various emergencies, requiring discussion in Sheldon's bedroom would pop up over the course of the evening. The only one who really knew what was going on was Leonard and he was happily surprised at how well everything was going.

The two nights Amy had spent at the apartment had shown her to be an excellent apartment guest, she obeyed all bathroom schedules, wore a robe at all times, either made breakfast or assisted in clean-up. She also made Leonard and Penny's coffee and was just 100% sweet and delightful in the mornings. Also the noise cancelling headphones hadn't come into play because the Shamy weren't screamers… Arousing animal noises, soft giggling and the sound of someone possibly playing an energetic, hour long game of racquetball were all that could be heard in the night. The one night Sheldon had spent with Amy, she had driven him to work. So the Shamy doing it was working out great for Leonard. And on all of the mornings in question, Sheldon had been extremely cheerful, adaptive… nice. Still patronizing and insulting, but pleasant about it.

Granted it wore off by 3pm, earlier if Amy wasn't available to talk to him at lunch. But during the blissed out morning hours, Sheldon was working to maximum capacity.

But on the two mornings without a sleep over, Sheldon was grouchy as hell, until he spoke to Amy, then he settled down and went back to work.

Penny and Bernadette had gotten almost no details out of Amy (the Shamy seemed to get off on being Mega-discreet.) The boys had gotten absolutely nothing out of Sheldon. The threat of the 2 hour presentation kept them from pressing too hard. The only way theytruly knew that coitus had been initiated was the first time Amy had been discovered by Leonard wandering the apartment at 5am, in Sheldon's robe, with sex hair, looking for juice.

But that was all getting ready to change. Missy was coming to town. The gang doubted she could get anything out of Amy, but they knew she could get Sheldon to talk.

Sheldon had taken a bus on his own to pick her up at the airport as he had been ordered to do. He frowned, if she was going to make demands like Mom and MeeMaw, she better learn to bake something besides pot brownies.

"Shelly!" Missy waved, emerging from the escalator pulling her carry-on behind her. She ran up to him, faked going in for a hug, when he dodged her, she kissed him sloppily on the forehead. Frowning, he grabbed her sleeve and wiped the lipstick off his brow. "God, I should have been a quarter back, not George. Nobody can fake it like me."

"That is a shame." Sheldon smirked. Missy's eyes went wide… had Sheldon just understood a double entendre? To the point where he was able to reply in an appropriately inappropriate manner? Wow! "This can't be all your luggage." He asked.

"It is everything I brought with me. I am going shopping with your girl." Missy grinned. "When do I get to meet her?"

"You could be meeting Amy right now, if you hadn't insisted I pick you up alone." He groused, "but you'll met her tonight at dinner."

"No discussion, Shelly, I am renting a car. There is nothing worse than waiting to have someone drive you somewhere…" Missy said, herding Sheldon to the rental car desk.

"I don't find that to be the case."

"That is because you are a special little snowflake, Shelly Bean." They went to the back of the queue. Missy smiled for a moment, "So… y'all having sex or what?"

For one second, Sheldon considered whipping out his smart phone and making Missy watch the Howler Monkey foreplay video that Amy had sweetly downloaded for him in case anybody got nosy. Instead, "Yes. We are."

Missy squealed and threw her arms around her twin. "I am going to bake that girl something besides pot brownies for this!"

"Please don't grill her." Sheldon hugged back for a second before pushing her back, "And don't embarrass me."

"Did she find my demanding to stay at her apartment presumptuous?" Missy asked, frowning a little.

"Yes, but that is one of her top 10 favorite personality traits. She also likes vain people and drunkards, she's gonna love you, Miss." Sheldon said seriously.

"Is there any point in pressing you for details of the liaison?" Missy punched his shoulder lightly.

"Not unless you want to watch the howler monkey foreplay video…" Sheldon held up his phone and gave her the creepy smile.

"No thanks, Penny told me about you and Amy's little "mind your own beeswax" presentation at dinner… By the way, well played on that, sir, well played."

"I appreciate that. And FYI, the title of the presentation was operation "you can't talk about that at dinner.""

Across town Amy was cleaning the hell out of her apartment preparing for Missy's arrival.

Since she and Sheldon had worked out the coitus clauses (frequency, location, menstruation exceptions, minimum acceptable sheet thread count, snacks to be provided by the host, assigned toilet schedule et al.) of the relationship agreement, she hadn't spent that much time at home. Now she was going to have Sheldon's twin as her house guest. It was a little panic inducing.

That was probably a good thing. A little panic will normalize her systems at this point she was running on 3 hours of sleep a night and pure bliss, because while coital Sheldon was working out amazing, post coital Sheldon was not as awesome. He was a bed hog and a blanket thief. It turned out that after sex, Sheldon abandoned the tightly contained Sleeping Beauty sleep pose in favor of what Amy had christened the Sated Starfish. It started with them falling asleep in each other's arms and then him slowly moving her to the far reaches of the mattress, then flopping on his back in the center of the bed, arms out stretched and legs spread wide, pulling all the blankets off her. But just when she'd want to smother him with a pillow, he'd wake up and scold her for not covering up as she slept. And then he'd pull her back into his arms and passionately warm her up. And repeat. For Amy, it was wildly romantic and sexy, as well as being annoying as hell, and it was all theirs.

The gang had learned their lesson, it seemed. But she knew that they were very happy for them. Especially Leonard. He hadn't even teased her when he found during her post-coital quest for vitamin C and fluids. Penny, Bernadette and Padma had insisted that Saturday night was going to be slumber party night. Bernadette especially wanted to see what the effect of sharing womb space with Sheldon would do to a normal person. But Amy had fought for the right to cook dinner for Sheldon and Missy at her apartment, just the 3 of them.

Amy had spent an hour on the phone with a highly amused Mrs. Cooper trying to figure out how to make Missy's favorite meal from her childhood (Sheldon's 3rd favorite meal, as luck would have it). And had strawberry quik and Chablis for beverages. She wanted this to go well. She'd gotten off to a bit of a bumpy start with Mrs. Cooper (and Sheldon had gotten off to a very bumpy start with her mom) but now that things were progressing so nicely, Amy really wanted Sheldon's family to like her. Because her five year plan was now 3 1/2 years ahead of schedule…

Underneath the hyper activity, Amy was disappointed to not be able to sleep with Sheldon this weekend regardless of his poor skills at bed sharing. She loved how they still described sex in terms of napping, talking and sleeping. It was lent a weird innocence to their increasingly passionate and competent sexual activities. Sheldon, in particular, had been figuring things out rapidly.

Her reverie was broken by the usual knocking sequence, Amy pulled the door open with a wide smile, "Come in." she greeted the twins, taking in Missy's appearance. Thanks to heels and big hair, she was as tall as Sheldon, her eyes were just as blue and her skin was WAY more tan.

"Give me a hug, honey!" Missy wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. Then smiled approvingly at her appearance, she was wearing the second silk dress in Raj wardrobe. It was a warm olive color and made her skin glow. "What smells so good?" Missy's eyes widened, her tiny nose sniffing the air. "You didn't!"

Amy smiled bashfully, "I did. It is chili tater tot, Velveeta casserole." Sheldon and Missy both gasped in delight.

A/N: I couldn't decide where to start this chapter… Next… Missy and Amy getting to know each other, and Sheldon calling in a Penny favor. And smut.