I did not think to write another story so soon after finishing the previous one. But a week ago I had an idea while editing a picture, I shared the idea and several seemed to like it and asked me if it was a fanfic I was writing. I said no because I don't have much free time yet, but I couldn't stop thinking about that idea since then so… here I go again.
Possibly update every Sunday. Anyway I want to thank you in advance for reading. And happy new year everyone!
Amy was wiping her lips with a napkin when she saw Dave pick up his plate from the table and tried to do the same with hers, but Amy put a hand on his arm to stop him.
"I thank you for wanting to help," she said, standing up. She picked up her plate and then took the one Dave had in her hand. "But you don't need to bother."
"It's not a bother at all," he assured her with a friendly smile before Amy walked to the kitchen. He picked up the glasses that were on the table "Where can I get a sponge?" He asked looking around the small kitchen.
She took both glasses from his hands and placed them inside a dishwasher that was next to the stove.
"If you like you can sit on the sofa while I finish here."
"Very well, but next time I'll be the one to pick up everything... if you're interested in there being a next time," the tall man began nervously to say, "I'd understand if you'd rather...
"Dave."
"Yes?" He said when he heard his name.
"Go, sit down" she made a sign towards the sofa with her head "And I'll catch up with you in a moment."
"Oh, yes. Of course" Dave approached the sofa and then looked at Amy who was wiping the table with a damp cloth "Do you have a side of the sofa that you prefer?"
"I…"
"And the best part of the apartment besides my room" said Sheldon when they were back to the living room "The sofa."
"I don't see what's so interesting about this sofa," Amy commented without interest. "It seems like an ordinary sofa to me."
Sheldon opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again a second later and inhale deeply.
"Anything you want to say, Dr. Cooper?" Amy asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Just sit down so we can start drafting the counterfactuals' rules." Amy was about to take a seat when she felt a strong grip on her arm that prevented her from moving.
"You can't sit there," Sheldon warned her, freeing her arm from his grip.
"Why not"Amy looked at the place curiously "Did someone spill a drink or…?"
"That is my spot"
"What?"
"My spot. It means the only person who can put her ass in there is me."
"Why?" She asked without understanding what was special about that spot.
"In the winter that seat is close enough to the radiator to remain warm, and yet not so close as to cause perspiration. In the summer it's…"
"Directly in the path of a cross breeze created by open windows there" she pointed at a window "and there" pointed at another window "And also it faces the television at an excellent angle to spend hours watching it. " Sheldon looked at her in amazement. "Okay, I get it. It's a great spot."
"Yes it is," Sheldon said with a smile. "I knew you would understand the importance of having the best seat in the house." Amy was going to sit on the white sofa but he made a sign for her to sit next to him "So, from now on you will sit in the second best place."
"I appreciate it, Sheldon. But what about your friends?"
"They won't care. And they will do what I say," he replied calmly.
"Well, in that case, if one day you visit my apartment I'll let you choose the side of the sofa you prefer" he didn't answer anything, but Amy seemed to see a grimace of satisfaction on his face.
"Amy?" Dave's calm voice brought him back to the present. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I…"she realized that he had remained standing next to the table holding the wet cloth against her body "You can sit on the side you like. "
"Very well." Dave sat down on the sofa on the side closest to the bathroom. The man adjusted his tie and then turned to look at Amy who was taking out a bottle of wine.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked before uncovering the drink.
"Yes, I would like it."
Amy poured wine into both glasses. She walked over to the sofa and hand one of the glasses to Dave.
"Aren't you going to drink?" She asked when she saw Dave place the glass on the table in front of the sofa.
"Not yet. The food was delicious and I'm still satisfied so I prefer to wait a couple more minutes. "
"Sounds logical," she commented before taking a sip of her drink. She felt her stomach turn so she preferred to place the glass on the table too. She didn't know if it was because she was just as satisfied as Dave or because they were clearly nearing the end of the date and she knew what it meant.
Amy looked up at the ceiling of the apartment trying to think of a way to continue her conversation with the man in front of her to delay the inevitable. This was her third date with Dave. She had invited him to her apartment. And she knew exactly what that meant.
"That's an interesting tie clip," she said, pointing briefly at the clip.
"Thank you," he looked down at her tie while he held it with both hands, "It's Avogadro's constant. It's useful for calculating the number of atoms in a substance or causing regret in anyone who asks" Amy laughed at the joke.
Interesting facts about anything related to science helped her feel calmer so she decided to take the tie with her left hand to have a better look at the clip.
"I think it's…" she couldn't finish the sentence because Dave quickly leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips which took her by surprise so she leaned back. "Uh…" she immediately dropped the tie and raise both hands in the air.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he apologized separating from her a little "No one had liked the clip before and I lost all control. "
"No, it's okay. We're on a date and it's just that I'm a little nervous." she caressed her knees with her hands.
"Well, you don't need to be nervous with me. I'm just a harmless giant from a distant land" he joked to try to lighten the mood.
"I'm being silly," she bit the inside of her lip, "I don't know what I'm waiting for."
Of course you know what you're waiting for-said a little voice inside him. You wish the man in front of you was that person you've refused to think about all night, and still couldn't help it.
For a moment as she leaned forward to kiss Dave, she imagined there were three knocks on the door. She stood up knowing that on the other side of her was Sheldon who, upon seeing her, would tell her that he wanted to get back with her and that he still loved her. He would kiss her like he never had before and she would spend hours in his arms before they decided to sleep together in the same bed for the first time.
But that didn't happen. There was no knock on her door and before she knew it, Dave's lips were softly pressed against hers. After a few seconds she felt that him opened his mouth so she tried to imitate his movements as best she could.
Even though she and Sheldon had started kissing regularly after the trip to Napa Valley, their kisses weren't what could be considered passionate. The most passionate kiss they had shared was the kiss moments before she decided to take some time away from him.
She closed her eyes tightly. She shouldn't be thinking about her old boyfriend while she was making out with another man. She couldn't help but let out a little noise of pleasure when she felt Dave's tongue inside her mouth.
What she would have given for Sheldon to kiss her the way Dave was kissing her...
She decided to stop the kiss. She couldn't go on with this. It wasn't fair to Dave that he was thinking of someone else. She was about to separate from him when she felt one of her hands land on her waist and the other on her leg. Which set her back again.
"I'm sorry," Dave said with concern, "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no," she answered to reassure him. "This was fine. It's just like I told you I'm a little nervous. It's our third date and I know what you're waiting for, so..."
She inhaled deeply. She promised herself that no matter what happened she would never think about Sheldon again. She had already wasted a lot of time thinking about someone who wasn't interested in her. And Dave clearly was.
"Amy, what are you talking about?"
"Well, you know. It's our third date and I invited you to my apartment, so I guess… "She scratched her forehead nervously before continuing "you're expecting us to have sex tonight, aren't you?"
"Well…" The way he looked at her made her believe that that was exactly what he was thinking and… she thought she was ready for it.
