Sheldon went to brush his teeth for bed. Amy was already in bed, but he had wanted to get to a save point on his video game before he joined her. Once he was back in his room, Sheldon found Amy reading a book and waiting for him. He pulled his pajamas out of the drawer and started to go back to the bathroom.

"You can change in here," Amy said. "You don't have to, but I don't mind."

"That seems a little unfair. You're already changed," Sheldon said.

"Fair enough. I just wanted to let you know that I was okay with it, and it seems like the kind of thing we'll have to get used to sooner or later. You can go to the bathroom if you'd like. I won't be offended," Amy said.

"No. You're right. We're going to see each other in various states of undress soon enough," Sheldon said as he pulled his shirts off over his head. He placed them in the clothes hamper and then removed his pants. It was the most undressed he had ever been in front of Amy. She tried to look like she was still reading, but he could see her peeking up at him every few seconds.

Sheldon tried to ignore her while he got dressed. His face was red by the time he was dressed, but he didn't say anything as he climbed into bed. "That really wasn't fair," Sheldon muttered.

"I can change in front of you if you want," Amy said. "However, I should remind you that I don't wear a bra to bed, so you would be seeing almost everything. Do you think you can handle that?" Amy asked.

"I think I could," Sheldon said.

"Yeah?" Amy said teasingly. Then she got up from the bed and started pulling her nightgown up to reveal quite a lot of leg.

Sheldon started coughing as he watched her. He couldn't pull his eyes away from her, and he couldn't say anything.

"I thought so," Amy said as she let nightgown fall back down.

"Don't stop," Sheldon croaked.

"Really?" Amy asked.

"Please?"

Amy pulled her nightgown up again. This time she pulled it up enough that she revealed the lacy, blue underwear she was wearing before she looked at him again. Sheldon swallowed and nodded at her. She inched it up a little higher to reveal some stomach before she paused.

"I don't know if I can," Amy said, suddenly nervous. Now that she knew that he wanted her too, it was harder for her to be as bold. "You've seen and touched my breasts before, but I'm suddenly nervous about it."

"You don't have to. You are beautiful, and I want to see you, but I want you to be comfortable," Sheldon said.

Amy held the hem of her nightgown for another moment before she let the nightgown drop back down and cover her body. She thought about all of the times that she had asked Sheldon to make love to her, and wondered where it had come from. There was a part of her that still wanted it very much, but there was a part of her that was nervous about it.

"Thank you," Amy said as she got back into bed.

"I should be thanking you. I enjoyed the show quite a bit. You are so beautiful," Sheldon said before he leaned over to kiss her. Amy kissed him back and pulled him on top of her. She suddenly wished that she had been able to finish removing her clothes, but they still had time. She could work up to it.

The next morning Sheldon didn't want to get out of bed. Amy knew this was because they stayed up a little too late kissing each other. She knew that it wore Sheldon out in a very particular way. Not only that, but he often tried to get Amy to stay in bed with him the next morning. He claimed that Penny was a bad influence. Yeah, right.

"We should just sleep in and then we can change our clothes in front of each other," Sheldon said sleepily when Amy tried to wake him up the next morning.

"How about you get up and go to work, and I'll drive you in, and then I'll pick you up and we'll go out to dinner together," Amy offered.

"Just you and me?" Sheldon asked as he peeked at her from one opened eye.

"If you want," Amy said.

"Okay," Sheldon said as he slipped out of bed. Amy was already dressed, so she went to make him breakfast and tell Leonard that she would be driving Sheldon to and from work.

Leonard knocked on the door, and Amy explained that she would be driving Sheldon to and from work. She didn't give him any details, but Leonard gave her a knowing smile anyway. She didn't know what he thought they were up to, but Amy just thanked him and sent him away.

The bathroom door opened and a sleepy looking Sheldon came out. He walked to the kitchen and started eating his bowl of oatmeal.

"My poor baby. We need to make sure you get to bed on time even if I'm having too much fun kissing you," Amy said as she rubbed his back.

"Yes. This is your fault. You and your legs," Sheldon said grumpily.

"I didn't do anything to you," Amy said defensively.

"You came into my life and were all smart and beautiful and funny and made me want you," Sheldon said. Amy didn't know how to take it. The tone sounded like a criticism, but the words definitely weren't.

"Well, you did the same thing to me. It's only fair," Amy said and then she kissed him on the cheek. He looked a little happier, and he kept eating his breakfast.

Amy kept her word and she picked Sheldon up from work and took him to dinner. Then they stopped for ice cream before heading home. It wasn't really necessary because Sheldon was in a better mood by the end of his day than he had been when he started it. Still, a promise was a promise, and they had fun together.

Her day was long, so Amy was ready to get home. She took off her shoes and sweater almost as soon as they were in the door, which wasn't something she almost ever did. Maybe she had been a bit emboldened by her display the night before. Part of her wanted to remove her tights and blouse too. It was her home, and Sheldon was her fiance. She decided to go with it.

Amy went into the bedroom and took them off before returning to the living room in her t-shirt and skirt. It was hardly scandalous, but she still felt very undressed. She did find it very interesting that Sheldon seemed to still be checking out her legs as she went to sit next him on the couch.

It was hard not teasing Sheldon, so she put her legs over his. Amy was a little disappointed when Sheldon didn't even seem fazed. Then after a moment or so, his eyes didn't leave the TV screen, but his hands reached out to pull her legs more fully into his lap. He started stroking them with just the lightest touch of his fingertips. His fingers ran from her ankle to the hem of her skirt and then back down again.

Eventually, Sheldon's hands slowed and he just rested them on her calves. "Please don't stop," Amy pleaded.

Sheldon gave her a short nod and started rubbing his hands over her legs again. This time he let his entire hands explore Amy's legs rather than just the fingertips. The TV show stopped being entertaining when he could trace Amy's knee with his index finger and watch her face as she clearly suppressed a moan.

"I'd like to kiss you, but I find it difficult to reach you from this position. May I stop touching your legs so that I may kiss you instead?" Sheldon asked after a few moments.

"Of course. I was enjoying the touching, but I shouldn't have asked you to continue after you wanted to stop," Amy said as she pulled her legs out of Sheldon's lap and sat up straighter.

"No. I liked it too. I just want to do this more," Sheldon said, and then he put his hands on her waist and kissed her. The urge to kiss her was sometimes so strong that he didn't know how he handled it. In that moment, he didn't have to. Amy was there and more than happy to have his lips on hers.