A/N: What? NFG is trying her hand at an "M" rated story? Well, maybe. This rating change has more to do with me being cautious, but there is a little bit of raciness in this chapter. I would like to thank everyone who responded to my minor crisis about whether or not to continue this story. It will continue until the wedding. Also, I hope to keep posting regularly through November, but I'm attempting to do NaNoWriMo again this year. Thanks for reading. Love you guys.

It wasn't like Sheldon didn't know certain things would be expected from him once he and Amy were married. She'd said as much to him once when he brought up the idea of marriage. She had said, "I would expect us to live in the same home and to even have sex if we were married." He knew he still wasn't ready for it, but they weren't married yet.

He liked kissing her and he even liked touching her body, but they had never done anything without clothes on. Even before things had gone wrong, they hadn't made it that far. Amy had never made it a secret that she wanted more from him. She was patient and loving, so she never pushed him for it. Still, things were going to have to start changing.

"Can we have dinner before we start talking about changes to the Agreement?" Sheldon asked. He knew he was stalling for time. It would be a difficult conversation for them to have because he didn't know exactly how to have that conversation.

"Yes. We're going to have to talk about this at some point, but it doesn't have to be today. You don't have to be afraid of me," Amy said as she kissed his neck one more time. Amy got up to start dinner. Since Amy had moved in, Sunday was almost always, "Make Dinner at Home Night." She and Sheldon alternated who made dinner, and it was her turn.

"We can go out. Keep celebrating? We can even invite Leonard and Penny since you said I was rude to them earlier," Sheldon suggested.

"You want to change your schedule?"

"Well, not forever, but I wouldn't be adverse to going out to dinner with our friends on this one occasion," Sheldon said.

Amy put away the pan that she had gotten out. "Okay. Let's call everyone and have them meet us for dinner. We have some good news to share," Amy said.

They got everyone together and Sheldon tapped his knife against his glass even though the restaurant was quiet already. "Leonard and Penny already know this, but today I asked Amy to marry me and she said yes."

"Wow," Raj said. He and Bernadette got up to look at the ring. Howard slapped Sheldon on the back before Sheldon could jump back.

"Congratulations, guys," Bernadette said as she hugged Amy.

Raj ordered a bottle of champagne for the table and even Sheldon had a couple sips from the glass that was poured in front of him. His hand found Amy's knee as Raj said a toast to them. Sheldon often felt that friends were overrated, but he could see their value when they were so genuinely happy for them.

They hadn't planned to stay out late with their friends, but Sheldon and Amy didn't get home until after ten. They went straight to bed without talking about the Relationship Agreement.

Amy woke up lying across Sheldon's chest. She snuggled into him a little bit and he woke up and gave her a sleepy smile. He still had trouble processing how comfortable he was with her touching him like that. It was supposed to be uncomfortable to wake up with someone's arms wrapped around him and head pressed to his chest.

Amy got up to go take a shower and get ready for work. There was a part of her who wanted to stay home with Sheldon and look at bridal magazines. There was yet another part of her who knew that the engagement didn't even really hit her yet. She kept waiting for it strike her. Amy hoped that one day Sheldon would want to marry her, but she thought it would be years away before he would want it; if he ever did.

After her shower, Amy found herself gripping the edge of the sink. She was staring at her reflection with her wet hair falling into her face and the towel wrapped tightly around her. "There are so many people I need to tell," Amy muttered to herself.

"Don't forget to call your parents," Sheldon said from outside the door. She wasn't sure if he heard her or if he was just reminding her.

Amy cracked the door to the bathroom and said, "I thought you already told them."

"I told them that I was asking. I didn't tell them that you said yes. I suppose I should call my mother today since she doesn't know how you responded either yet," Sheldon started. Then he noticed that the door to the bathroom was open a little bit. Amy had left it cracked so that they could talk while she started straightening her hair.

Amy was wearing a towel and he could only see her through a two inch crack in the door, but it was still enough to send his imagination running wild. He could see so much of her legs and he knew what was under that towel from the time that he helped bathe her when she was sick.

Amy noticed that Sheldon had gone quiet, so she opened the door a little more and looked at him. He looked off, so she started walking toward him. "Sheldon, are you okay?" Amy asked.

"Yes. I'm fine," Sheldon said as he walked into the guest bedroom and closed the door. He sat on the bed and tried to remember to breathe. He thought Amy was beautiful and he loved her, but that kind of base attraction to her startled him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Amy was upset. She was alarmed by the way that he had just locked her out that way. They always talked to each other, even when they were upset with each other. She worried that he was going to change on her again. She couldn't stand the idea that he wouldn't be able to touch her. Amy just ended up backing back into the bathroom. She found herself sitting on the floor, crying.

Sheldon collected himself and finally opened the door the guest room a few moments later. He was greeted by the sight of the love of his life sobbing on the bathroom floor.

"What's wrong?" Sheldon asked. She was still only clad in that towel, but he found himself much more concerned by the fact that she was crying. He knelt down next to her.

"You. You don't want to marry me. I'm losing you again. You don't want to touch me. I saw how afraid you were of me just now," Amy said at him between sobs.

He wanted to pull her in for a hug, but he was worried about upsetting her more. He also tried not to laugh about her misunderstanding. She was so off the mark that it was ridiculous, but he thought that was his fault. He hadn't done a good enough job showing her how much he loved and wanted her.

He sat on the floor. "I had to lock myself in that room for a moment because I wanted to have my way with you right here in the bathroom. You're quite fetching in that towel, you know."

"Really?" Amy asked.

"Of course. I think you wear far too many layers, but it makes it easier for me to get through my day. Not that I don't think of peeling each and every piece of clothing off of you dozens of times every single day."

"Are you being facetious?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"You limit our touching and kissing so much. I thought you were at your limit of what you can handle."

Sheldon didn't know what to say. He knew that his inability to touch Amy was one of the great shortcomings of his life.

He leaned in to kiss Amy. She kissed him back and let him lay her out on the floor. His hands touched her still-wet hair and found their way down her shoulders. She thought it was unfair that she was so undressed while he was still in his pajamas, so she started to unbutton his top. His hands were very focused on touching the skin of her shoulders and her hair, so she couldn't get his shirt off, but at least she could touch his chest through his undershirt.

Sheldon moved down to kiss Amy's neck and she started squirming under his touch. He kept his hands confined to her shoulders and neck. She kept pushing on his arms and he pulled back to see what she wanted. She pulled at his pajama top and undershirt. The top of her towel had come loose and he could see her breasts. He froze.

Amy pulled her towel back over herself, but she was afraid the moment had been ruined.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, but he stood up. "We have to get ready for work," he said a little louder. Whatever spell he had been under was broken, but he knew he would be thinking about her all day. At least he could pretend that he was thinking about the engagement instead of how she looked lying there under just that towel.

He helped Amy up from the floor. She was disappointed that the impromptu make-out session was over, and she pressed herself against Sheldon to give him one last kiss before getting dressed. She gasped slightly when she felt Sheldon's erection through his pajama pants against her leg. It was the first time that she had ever felt it. She had been aware of it's existence a few times, but Sheldon usually shut things down at that point. Embarrassed, she ducked out of the bathroom to get dressed.

Amy got dressed while she thought about what had just happened. When it was happening, she couldn't think about anything but the way his hands and mouth felt on her body. After stepping away from it, she couldn't believe that any of it had happened on her part or especially on Sheldon's. She debated leaving without seeing Sheldon again, but decided that would be silly.

Sheldon came out of the bathroom dressed in a Batman t-shirt and yellow undershirt. He was a little glad to see that Amy had gotten dressed before getting breakfast. He didn't know what had come over him in the bathroom, but they didn't have time to explore it. And he knew that he wanted to explore it, or more accurately, her. Unfortunately, some other things had to happen before they could get to that.