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The Nightgown Dislocalization - Proposition - Chapter 3

Amy got impatient with her boyfriend not explaining the reason of his unexpected and unplanned visit to her apartment and started to tap her right foot onto the ground in a steady rhythm.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The noise had the desired effect as Sheldon's eyes flew open and he blurted out:

"I wanna have another sleepover!"

Amy blinked, her mouth agape and her mind running wild. He wanted to have another sleepover? With her? So soon? Without a 48-hour notice in advance? What was going on with her boyfriend, was he sick? Terminally ill, even? She contemplated asking him precisely that but her mind had gone somewhat blank except for panic reactions and vivid images of the two of them, limbs tangled, happily snuggling under the covers. She cleared her throat in the attempt to clear her head. 'Not happening, Fowler, not happening. Don't get your hopes up too much...'

"I am sorry ... what?" is what she managed to press out after what felt like an eternity during which Sheldon's excited facial expression turned worried and then insecure, not letting her out of his sight at all.

"I ... I think I may want another sleepover?" The formerly sure acknowledgement of his now a mere timid question, Sheldon's glance roamed her entire body once again which didn't go unnoticed by a still confused Amy. She felt very insecure all of the sudden by the intensity of his longing look and she wished she had decided on a different set of nightwear all together. One less skimpy, less revealing, less ... open. She frowned at the thought since there had been no way in hell she would have been able to foresee her boyfriend to come by her apartment this late at night. Amy collected her thoughts and settled for the safest bet. Another question. Answers, she needed answers. She needed them to know where they stood.

"You mean ... now?" The brunette said, yawning involuntarily.

"You're tired!" Sheldon exclaimed, his eyes widening, "of course you're tired! I should not have come in the middle of the night, I am so sorry!" With this, he turned around and started to walk toward the door, leaving a confused and somewhat irritated Amy behind.

"Sheldon..." she said softly, stopping him in his tracks. He stopped but couldn't bare to turn around to face her again. After all, he had woken her up, had made her leave her warm, comfortable, soft bed ... because he had come to her apartment in a whimsy. He closed his eyes, gnawing his bottom lip with his teeth in fear and anticipation.

"Yeah?" he asked, quietly.

"Of course you can stay. If you want, I mean. It's why you decided to come here, isn't it? So if you want to, we can do that- ... have the sleepover, I mean."

When the end credits rolled, Penny suppressed a yawn. Nothing like a good old science fiction / fantasy / whatever to put her in the mood ... for sleep, that is. She looked at her fiancée whose eyes sparkled and whose grin was as wide as could be. Thankfully both of them didn't need to be anywhere the next day which was why they had put on yet another movie. One each, as grown-ups did, right?

"Sooooooooo," Leonard said, turning toward Penny, "how did you like it?"

"Oh, I liked it quite alright," Penny answered truthfully, "I just wish we had stopped earlier, I am quite tired now."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Leonard said, glancing at the watch on his wrist. 2.20am, blimey, Penny was indeed right.

"We really are that old boring couple, aren't we?" Penny joked as she got up to put the two empty wine glasses onto her kitchen island. Leonard followed her movement with an impressed expression on his face. Since Penny had made significant efforts to be great at her pharmaceutical sales job, she had also become a lot more tidy. Sheldon would be over the moon if he knew ...

"Ahhhh," Leonard grinned and got up to help his fiancée. He took the empty pizza containers and dumped them into the trash can with an audible noise, "I think Sheldon and I are the old boring couple. We have been living together for a looooooong time..."

"If you guys were gals, I think YOUR menstrual cycles would have synched in the meantime," Penny grinned diabolically and nudged Leonard's arm playfully.

"I can't answer in the negative, really," Leonard grinned back, "speaking go which, I think I'll go check on him before we go to bed. He is just slowly adapting to the fixed days we agreed on for .. you know, me being here. Officially. On fiancée business, as he calls it."

"Got it!" Penny nodded and kissed Leonard on the cheek. "If he is insomniac again, try asking him about Amy. She was very upset and from what I gathered he said or did something she didn't quite understand. Again..."

"It's almost half three," Leonard shrugged his shoulders, "that's even late for Sheldon's insomniac phases."

"We'll do it tomorrow then. He is so clueless most of the time ..."

"Yeah ... see you in a bit," he called over his shoulder and made his way over to apartment 4A.

"Alright," Sheldon simply said, still unable to face his girlfriend. She must think he was bugged out, even more so than he usually was. Coming to her apartment at about 2am - hell, he wasn't even sure of the exact time - was wrong. Very very wrong. The Relationship Agreement clearly stated ...

"Sheldon?" Amy asked as he made no indication of turning around to her. He slowly shook his head and then turned to face his girlfriend, the beautiful vixen that she was. Amy stood in the same spot as before, her arms folded in front of her in an attempt to cover up her upper body. Her shyness touched him.

"Don't" he whispered.

"Don't ...what?" Amy whispered back, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Don't cover yourself. There is no need," Sheldon simply said and smiled as her eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"Oh ... okay?" Amy let her arms fall down her sides and waited for him to tell her what to do next. He had come her, hadn't he?

Sheldon threw his messenger bag on her couch, unzipped his windbreaker and let it slide onto his bag. Just like that he threw his carefully installed protocols out of the window. 'A jacket belonged onto a hanger', is what especially Penny heard at least three times a week. Amy was transfixed by his actions and still stood in the middle of the living room, slowly rocking from one foot onto the other. Her emotions were running wild, sleep deprived and excited at the same time, she could not comprehend what was going on so she didn't even bothered trying. There would be a logical explanation to everything, she was sure. Whenever he was ready.

"I mean, I'll see you like this more often now, won't I?"

With this, Sheldon entered her bedroom and Amy blinked rapidly, fearing she might pass out right there and then. He ... what?

TBC