The Frustration Compulsion: Chapter 21

A Bbt Fanfic

*a/n Hey guys, so I don't really have much to report about this chapter, except you guys are in for a treat if you're looking for Shamy fluff and possibly a tiny smudge of smut. Also, if you're one of those Sheldon perfectionists, please don't hate me. I can't stress enough about how pumped I am for the new episode tonight. It's gunna be amazing! Other than that, thank you all for the lovely reviews, and I want to personally thank all of my viewers, because just knowing that I have readers is the best feeling in the world(: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, until next time!~

Previously…

"This isn't some kind of a trick, is it?" He sounded very skeptical, but at least he was considering her offer. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

Amy took a deep breath and looked him strait in the eye. "Of course not."

It was time to let the chips fall where they may.

Currently…

"How do I know you're not saying that just to trick me?" Sheldon didn't really feel like arguing with Amy. He was far too tired for such things. However, he wasn't that tired to just do whatever and not think it through first, even if it was only briefly.

"I think you'd be smart enough to see that," Amy countered, her voice quivering slightly. Getting Sheldon to stay away from the bathroom was proving to be quite the challenge. She wasn't giving up yet, though.

"You're right," He relented with a sigh. Amy had a way of effectively proving her points, he had to admit.

"But that doesn't change the fact that we've only been dating for three years, if I were to change in front of you, people might talk."

So that's what he feared. Sheldon Cooper, the man who claimed to be above such basic feelings, feared what other people would think of them. Amy wanted to laugh at his antic behavior. She refrained though, knowing how difficult it must be for him.

"Nobody has to know," Amy suggested plainly with a shrug. She figured that if she at least promised to keep this a secret that he would eventually have to agree. And besides, if he didn't want her to see anything, she had no problem just looking away. This was merely an attempt to keep him out of the bathroom.

At least that's what she told herself.

"Oh please," Sheldon scoffed and rolled his eyes. He didn't mean any harm by it, this Amy knew. It was just Sheldon being Sheldon. "You tell Penny basically everything. Everyone knows she can't keep a secret to save her life."

Amy had to admit that he had a point, Penny couldn't keep a secret; but if Sheldon absolutely didn't want anyone else to know about what they did in private, she was sure she could manage to keep her mouth shut.

"Sheldon, I will promise you this. If you change in here, I will not, ever, tell Penny, Bernadette, or anyone else, ever. If you're worried about this being something too intimate for you, I can turn away and I promise I won't look. Just please, do this for me." Amy was practically pleading now. She hoped that Sheldon wouldn't question her motives. She really didn't want to explain everything. Not now.

Narrowing his eyes at her, Sheldon studied Amy carefully. What was her problem?

"But-" He couldn't even get a single sentence out of his mouth. Amy didn't cut him off or interrupt him, but the exasperated look in her eyes and the pleading frown she gave when she bit her lip was enough to render him silent.

"Alright, fine. I trust your motives. Just remember, if you try to maul me from behind, some sort of punishment will be in order, little lady." Amy rejoiced as silently as she could; resisting the urge to throw her arms up in the air. Another battle won. Point Fowler.

"Thank you, Sheldon," she breathed, her chest still heaving up and down with each breath she took. The worst part was finally over; she had him exactly where she wanted him.

"I'm not sure why you are thanking me, but you're welcome." Sheldon said over his shoulder. His back was to Amy as he was rummaging through his bag for his pajamas. Amy faced him, so all she could see was Sheldon's behind. Needless to say, she liked what she saw.

After a moment, Sheldon spoke again and this time he actually turned to face her. "Now, I think I should let you know, that your earlier assumption that changing in front of you would be too intimate for me… isn't… completely… accurate… so ultimately…it's your decision…whether or not you would like to watch…"

Sheldon had never been more nervous before in his whole life. A few months ago, he probably wouldn't have even considered doing such an activity in front of Amy. But ever since he initiated his first kiss on the train and they had been kissing at the end of each date night, Sheldon had been having increased… thoughts… about doing certain things…sometimes even when he was with her…

"Are you sure?" Amy nearly choked. She hadn't expected such a thing to come out of Sheldon's mouth, ever. This certainly was a surprise.

"As sure as I'll ever be." He mumbled back in reply. Of course, Amy had heard him and raised an eyebrow, but Sheldon was still trying to convince himself that he was comfortable doing such a thing in front of her.

"Sheldon, tell me what you're thinking." Amy decided to get to the bottom of what was happening. She needed to make sure that if she did watch him change, that he wouldn't be completely pissed at her in the morning. If he wasn't ready yet, she could wait still.

"Amy!" Sheldon gasped, taking a small step backward as if he had been burned. This confused Amy to no end. What on Earth did she do…?

"You know I can't do that! My thoughts are in my own head for a reason! If I went around telling people how I felt all the time, then what's the point of having my own thoughts? You might as well invent a mind reader if you expect me to do that."

Amy sighed. Sheldon could be so stubborn sometimes. She was used to it though. All she had to do was get him to understand what her own motives were. Maybe then he wouldn't be as reluctant.

"Relax, Sheldon. I just was surprised by your suggestion, that's all. Where did that come from, anyway?" Amy watched as her boyfriend tensed at her question. A look of fear passed through his eyes then. It was gone just as quickly as it appeared, but she doubted that he was done worrying about whatever frightened him in the first place.

"I'm going to change now." Sheldon stated, completely ignoring Amy's question. He turned slightly and picked up his pajamas off the floor and laid them out on the bed next to him.

Here goes nothing…

Tentatively, Sheldon brought his hand down to the bottom of his T-shirt; grasping it gently. He never took his eyes off of Amy as he did so, and Amy stared back at him, her gaze matching his in intensity.

With one swift movement, he had pulled the shirt up and over his head, exposing his dark blue thermal underneath.

Now he was getting somewhere.

With his thermal on, Amy could see how much of his chest was outlined and defined. It hugged his figure quite nicely, in Amy's opinion. Sheldon continued to stare at her, noticing how her gaze wandered down to his chest. He wanted to squirm under her gaze, but managed to keep his body completely still.

Once Amy brought her gaze back up to his eyes, Sheldon noticed that they had somewhat darkened. Good Lord, he thought. Was this just a ploy to get him to have coitus with her? He certainly hoped not.

He could trust Amy, right?

Swallowing, Sheldon brought his gaze down briefly to Amy's lips. They were turned up in an innocent smile, and it seemed to make him feel better. She looked so darn perfect sometimes. Sometimes all he needed was a little reminder of how much he loved her.

Now, with a little more certainty, Sheldon brought his hands back down to the bottom of his shirt and tore his thermal off of his body. The cooler air hit his exposed chest fairly quickly and he felt the hairs on his arms stand up in response.

Still, he never took his gaze off of Amy. She was still looking him in the eye. He briefly wondered if she had even noticed that he was bare chested in front of her. 'Of course she noticed,' he thought. 'She is a scientist, after all.'

'Stop stalling, Cooper!' His train of thought continued. 'It's already past your scheduled bedtime, may I remind you. Just finish changing and get this over with already.'

Though he had to admit that sleep sounded wonderful at that point, it was the first time that Amy had seen him undress in front of her. True, she had seen him without a shirt once before, to measure his suspicious mole on his back. But this time was special. No medical emergencies were involved. This was purely for her benefit.

He would make it special for her.

After taking a deep breath, Sheldon managed to smirk at Amy as he flawlessly began slowly unzipping his pants. Everything inside of him told him to turn around, to run away. He couldn't do that to her, not now.

Amy was stunned. Sheldon was actually taking his pants off in front of her! She stood still in her spot, fearing it would scare him away if she made any movement, whatsoever.

With little effort, Sheldon managed to get him pants pooled around his ankles. He couldn't deny that he felt a little self-conscious about being so underdressed in front of Amy. Still, he didn't try to cover anything up; he just bent over and finished removing his pants.

That was all that he'd be removing tonight.

Meanwhile, Amy was completely dazed. She never expected Sheldon to be so… unique, in his own way. She certainly never expected there to be such a bulge in his underwear. What was that all about?

Sheldon felt hot. He was sure a blush was creeping its way up his face. Of course, he knew that Amy's gaze had travelled below his waist, and he groaned internally. There was no hiding his urges now, apparently.

"W-wait, hold on!" Sheldon said in a slightly high pitched voice. In his left hand he clutched his pajamas that he grabbed off of the bed; in his right, nothing. He made no attempt to put them on, however, and just kept his gaze steady on Amy.

To say that Amy was confused was certainly an understatement. What on Earth was her boyfriend doing now?

"I'm the only one who's under dressed here. Don't 'cha think that's a little unfair?" Sheldon suggested with another smirk; albeit smaller. His Texan accent seeped out of his voice, not entirely surprising. Still, Amy loved it when that happened.

"I…uhm, I guess?" Amy partially agreed, her heart once again beating furiously. Any faster and she feared it may beat completely out of her chest.

"Great, I'm glad that you agree. Now, before I redress, I'm going to need you to get undressed." He sounded so sure of himself, although, he had absolutely no idea why. This was about fairness, not about seeing Amy just as naked as he was.

Or was it?

For a moment, neither dared to move. Amy wondered if Sheldon was as serious as he made himself out to be. He couldn't be serious, could he?

Taking a deep breath, Amy decided to take a bold step forward and carry on with his wishes. He couldn't get mad at her if it was his idea in the first place.