The Girls' Night Intervention- Anticipation & Longing
Luckily for Amy, the rest of the work day went by quickly as well. She couldn't wait to get out of there and get ready for her date with Sheldon. She was quite jittery, as if it were their first date ever. There was something about Sheldon's demeanor and determination that made her conclude that this date would not be like any other.
After work, she decided to do a little shopping so she stopped off at the nearest mall. She wanted to look pretty for their date and for anything else Sheldon had in mind. Sure, she was being presumptuous but he did admire her preparedness after all.
She ended up buying a pastel pink bra and panty set with just a bit of lace, a form-fitting grey pencil skirt and a lovely satin blouse in a dusty rose, soft and just sheer enough to entice her boyfriend. She decided to finish off the ensemble with a light cashmere cardigan in grey and simple pumps.
Checking the time, she rushed home to prepare for whatever Sheldon Cooper had in store for her.
As promised, Sheldon knocked on Amy's door precisely at 7 p.m. clad in his grey suit and a light blue dress shirt. In his left hand he held a single, long- stemmed, red rose and a manila coloured envelope. He was pulling out all the stops to get his woman back, an action that utterly astounded Sheldon himself.
He knew he looked dashing, he smelled of talc just the way Amy liked it and he hoped she would find the information in the envelope to her satisfaction. His plan to woo Amy was in full effect and he wasn't prepared to take no for an answer.
Amy opened the door and looked him once over, 'Oh, so handsome,' she thought but she must have unconsciously said it out loud because Sheldon answered her.
"Thank you, you look beautiful as well," he said as he grinned looking her up and down. She looked more than beautiful…she was gorgeous: from the way her hair was pulled back in two thin braids on each side and the rest just flowing down her shoulders to her luscious lips in a shade of rich peach to her outfit which hugged her body in all the right places to her bare legs. From top to toe, she was remarkable and was all his. This thought made one corner of his mouth lift in a smile.
Amy blushed in the realization that he had heard her and even returned the compliment, but more so for the way he was looking at her.
"This is for you," he said as he held the rose out to her.
"Twice in one day? Where's my boyfriend? What have you done with him?" she joked as she looked to the left and right of him.
"Amy, Amy, Amy…I am capable of such gestures. I just never thought they were necessary."
"You are not obligated to do such things just to make me happy," she grimaced.
"I know I'm not, however, after this morning," he said as he let himself in with Amy closing the door behind him, "when I saw how elated you were with the bouquet and how your emerald eyes lit up, I realized that I do want to do these things for you just to see you like that. It's like the Christmas cookies," he said humbly.
"A most appropriate answer Dr. Cooper," she beamed at him.
"And this," he said as he showed her the envelope, "is something I would like you to read tonight, after our date." He put it on her coffee table, placing the vase with that morning's tulips on top.
"A new agreement?" Amy hypothesized as she approached the table to add the rose in the vase.
"I'm not going to tell you, but you could consider it as one," he said plainly. "Now, with your permission, of course, I would like to drive us to our destination."
"I would love that…if you feel you are ready," she gushed.
"I am," he stated confidently.
"Then Dr. Cooper, here is the key," she said as she purposefully placed the key in his hand and held it there for a split second longer. Sheldon just looked down at her soft hand covering his palm and how her thumb seemed to graze over his skin ever so gently.
He cleared his throat and looked at her, "I believe we should get going, we have reservations at 8."
Amy wanted to ask so many questions but decided to let Sheldon be in charge and just let herself enjoy the night.
As soon as Amy locked the apartment door, Sheldon extended his hand to her. She looked down and back up to his inviting eyes, placing her hand securely in his.
The drive to the restaurant was nerve-wracking for Sheldon but Amy had taught him well and he was accustomed to her car so they made it there safe and sound.
"Sheldon, this place looks familiar," Amy commented.
"Yes, it's the same restaurant Raj arranged for us to have dinner in on our second anniversary," he stated proudly.
They entered the restaurant where the host guided them to their table. Sheldon had requested the same one as back then. They sat and Amy held up the menu to see what she would order.
"Amy, again, I hope you don't mind but I have pre-ordered our meal and drinks."
"Oh, all right," she said closing the menu and leaving it on the side of the table. Just then, the waiter came over with a glass of white wine, which he placed in front of Amy, and a glass of sparkling grape juice for Sheldon.
"Sheldon, today has been…"
"I hope you are going to say excellent because that's what I was planning on it being," he interrupted. Amy let out a slight chuckle seeing the excited expression on Sheldon's face.
"Yes, so far it has been excellent Sheldon," she sighed happily.
"Amy, last time we were here, you asked me to say something from the heart," he started, "and I recited a quote from one of the movies I like."
"It was a beautiful quote even if it was from a Spiderman film," she recalled.
"I could have chosen any other quote from any other film or book but I chose that one because it did reflect my feelings for you at the time. I did know then what kind of man I wanted to be, I just didn't know how to become that man for you."
"Do you know how to do that now Sheldon?" Amy inquired.
"I'm working on it, I really am. The thought of losing you made me aware of the fact that I have not been pulling my weight in this relationship and despite how much I wanted to be with you, I didn't let myself open up to you emotionally or physically."
"No, you didn't and that's why I asked for a break and came to the conclusion we wanted different things," Amy revealed.
"Amy, I want to be everything for you," Sheldon sighed deeply. "I never want to see sadness in those eyes of yours. I never want you to feel alone or think you can't talk to me. I don't want you to think I'm a flight risk because there is nowhere I would rather be than by your side."
"Sheldon, that's about the most romantic, sincere, from the heart speech I've ever heard," she said wiping the tear from her cheek. "I will need some kind of tangible proof though to back up your declaration," she said part jokingly and part sincerely.
"Oh my, I hadn't thought about that," he said as he cursed himself for not bringing it with him. "I do apologize; I'll give it to you when we go back to my place for tea later," he said seriously.
Amy wasn't sure what he meant by forgetting to bring it with him. 'Wasn't the envelope the proof- a new agreement of sorts?' she thought puzzled by his words.
The rest of the date was spent in silence only to be interrupted by the waiter bringing them the various courses Sheldon had ordered and by the intense eye coitus between them. By the time dessert was complete, each passing minute sitting across from Amy had become all the more distracting for Sheldon. He watched her lift the fork and part her soft lips repeatedly. He watched the fork slowly come out of her mouth as she was indulging in the chocolate brownie and all he wanted to do was be that brownie.
Amy noticed his piercing eyes, how they were talking to her, how they were making her melt inside. All she wanted to do was take him somewhere private and hope he finally wanted to have his way with her.
After dinner, Sheldon paid the bill and they went back to her car.
"Amy, do you think you could drive? My concentration levels at this point would inhibit me from making the proper decisions on the road."
"But you had grape juice," she replied.
"Grape juice is not the problem here. You are distracting me," he said as he pulled her close. "I can't focus on driving when I can't seem to stop staring at you little lady," he whispered. Amy felt her core moisten upon hearing his seductive words. She didn't know how she would be able to focus on the drive back to Los Robles, but hoped her experience behind the wheel would guide her.
"O…Okay…" she stammered.
Fortunately, the drive to his apartment was short and quick. Once in the building, Sheldon grabbed Amy's hand as they went upstairs. He unlocked the door and stepping in, turned on the lights.
"Leonard must have decided to go out tonight," he said with a twinkle in his eye knowing the apartment was all theirs.
"Oh, so we are alone then?" Amy questioned.
"It appears to be that way," he answered closing in on her.
"That's good," her voice trembled.
"What kind of tea would you care for tonight Dr. Fowler?" he whispered into her ear.
"It doesn't matter, whatever you want," she hummed.
"What I want is irrelevant right now," he said as he led her to the kitchen island.
"What do you want Sheldon?" she asked in barely a whisper.
"Are we still talking about tea?" he furrowed his brows and stood up straight.
"Um… yeah…" Amy said snapping out of the lustful trance he had her entangled in.
"Oh," Sheldon said somewhat disappointed, "well then, have a seat and I'll make the tea." Even though he was not the greatest at reading facial expressions and body language, he could have sworn their conversation had a sexual connotation behind it, but then he was too afraid to ask. After all, Amy herself said it was too soon to spend the night together just 24 hours ago, why would she think of going any further with him that night.
Amy sat silently on the stool but her mind was reeling. 'What if I had said no just now… what if I had said that I hoped it wasn't about tea? I could have sworn he was flirting with me… it was unlike his usual behaviour. Should I just ask him? That's what the girls said to do last night. Okay, I'll tell him…ask…no…tell,' she fought with herself.
"Sheldon, I don't think we were talking about tea," she stated.
The only sound heard was that of two mugs falling on the floor, breaking into pieces.
Do you want more? I could stop the story here...
BAZINGA! It seems that this story has a lot more telling to do before all the chips fall into place. Please keep enjoying! :)
