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4

Amy stood near the refreshment table, grateful to have a respite from the non-stop dancing. Who would have ever thought she'd have to take a break from dancing too much with a boy? Not her sixteen year-old self, that's who! Surprisingly, Sheldon had been an enthusiastic parter, as well as an excellent coach. She'd learned the rudiments of foxtrot, the difference between a rhumba and a cha cha, and even a smoother way to waltz. After the display of his dance prowess, she might even convince him to go dancing on some random date night!

Reaching for a glass to help herself to some punch, Amy jumped in surprise when Penny was suddenly by her side.

"Having a good time?" Penny asked, her grin so smug Amy knew she already had her answer. She obliged nonetheless.

"Oh, yes!" Amy breathed. "This night has turned out better than my prom would have ever been, even if I had been asked!"

Penny ladled some of the strange purple beverage into her own cup, then clinked her glass with Amy's. "Here's to successful do-overs!"

"Cheers!" Amy said, accepting the toast and taking a sip.

"Soooo," Penny said, nudging Amy's shoulder with her own. "You and Sheldon were looking pret-ty good out there. . . ."

"Yes. He has a superior dance frame, which allows me to be led so easily. Or so he tells me."

Penny seemed to have choked on her punch. "Honey, you would go anywhere Sheldon led."

Amy sighed. "Yes, sadly that is true." She couldn't help but notice Sheldon's hand gestures as he was animatedly talking with Howard. She couldn't hear the conversation, but they both were obviously worked up. His hands are so elegant, Amy thought, and wondered if he'd ever tried playing a musical instrument other than the theremin.

"Ames?" Penny called, snapping her fingers in front of her face. "You kinda checked out there."

"Oh. Sorry," she said dreamily, still staring at Sheldon. He happened to look up at that point and smiled at her, causing Amy to look coyly away. Penny looked first at Amy, then over at Sheldon and then back at Amy. Putting her cup down with more force than necessary, Penny said,

"Okay, what gives? You've been on cloud nine all night and Sheldon has been this amazing, attentive date."

Amy rocked back and forth. "I would think you have your answer. He's been an amazingly attentive date."

Squinting and pointing her finger, Amy felt Penny zeroing for the kill. "No, that's not it, or all of it, anyway. You're hiding something. . . ."

Amy gulped. She'd promised Sheldon she'd keep his secret tonight no matter what, and even though she was dying to tell her bestie the biggest news of her life, she couldn't. Not until one minute after midnight when it technically would no longer be "tonight."

Just then Bernadette walked by with Emily, and Amy leaped at the chance to change the subject. "Hey, Girlfriend! Did we rock this prom thing or what?" She held up her palm in anticipation of a "high five", but it took a moment before Bernadette softly touched her small hand to Amy's upraised one.

"Yeah, it turned out good. . . ." Bernie said, casting Penny a confused look. Before Penny could respond, Amy saw Sheldon crossing the roof, making it to her in a few strides.

"Amy, Raj said he's about to play the last song of the night. We have to dance." Taking her hand and pulling her back to the dance area, Amy grew angry.

"Sheldon, that was incredibly rude! I was talking to my friends!"

He pulled her around in front of him. "And how long before those clucking hens wormed our secret out of you? You forget, I know how conniving Penny can be!"

"And you don't give me enough credit! I would have found a way to keep her suspicions at bay without creating more!"

Sheldon stood before her, taking both her hands in his, looking contrite. "You're right. It's just that the guys have been working me over so bad, I thought the girls were doing the same thing to you."

Amy felt her throat constrict. "And you came to rescue me?"

"Well, I wasn't going to spin a web and whisk you from the roof top, but I thought I could keep them from being the Nosy Nellies I know they can be."

In her heart, Amy knew he was trying to do the right thing. "In that case, Sheldon. I forgive you."

"Forgive me?! You should be thanking me!"

Amy tugged on his right hand. "Dance with me?" She smiled as seductively as she knew how, and apparently it was working.

"We have to wait until there's music," he needlessly reminded her, but returned her grin with a bemused smile of his own.

xxxxxx

Raj was scrolling through the music on his phone, arguing with Howard.

"I know it's on here!"

"Just play anything! It doesn't matter!"

"Dude! It has to be special!" Raj insisted, still running his finger over the screen of his phone. "Wait! Here it is!" Speaking into the microphone, Raj announced,

"Okay, everybody! Last dance of the night! In honor of our elected King Sheldon, this is a song from the band who took its name from the motto of his home state. Here's Lonestar."

Bernadette marched over to where Rajesh was working as DJ, grabbing him by the arm. "Hey! I thought we agreed the last song was going to be 'Save The Last Dance'!"

Sheldon saw Amy looking around him, watching the two arguing, but didn't seem to be making out what they were saying, until Bernadette shouted, "Fine!" which everyone appeared to have heard as she stalked over to where her husband was standing, looking slightly intimidated.

"Alright, then!" Raj cried, rubbing his hands. "Everybody, please join your fellow party goers for the last dance of Prom 2014!"

The first few strains of the song flowed from the speakers, but Amy looked confused. "Do you know what this song is?"

Sheldon nodded and took Amy in his arms, staring over her head to glare at Raj. The song was incredibly sappy, especially in light of his earlier confession. Not that "Save The Last Dance" would have been much of an improvement.

Looking around, he saw couples taking taking to the dance floor, but rather than execute a proper stance, the women again had their hands draped around their partner's necks, bodies pressed up against each other, and either staring into each other's eyes or in the case of Bernadette and Howard, she had her head on his chest. Sheldon had to work on beating back the butterflies that were once again ravaging his stomach. This was how Amy had first attempted to dance with him before he'd set her straight. It would mean a lot to her, he knew, if they danced that way. He didn't want to. They'd be much too close to each other, and what if the others saw them like that in public? If he thought it likely their earlier behavior was going to generate gossip, what would this adolescent form of dancing do? Amy flashed him that smile, and all his good sense evaporated. He could endure a few minutes of Hell for her, couldn't he?

Sheldon dropped Amy's hand, causing her to look up sharply, but before she could protest, he took her by both her wrists, placing her hands behind his neck, resting his hands on her hips. She froze momentarily at the shift in their positions, then suddenly smiled so wide, he thought she'd combust. One thing he hadn't counted on was her snuggling into his chest. He stiffened at the unexpected full-body contact, then, after a few tense moments, decided it wasn't so bad. This was his Amy, and to his extreme surprise, dancing like this with her had turned out to be rather pleasant.

"Thank you, Sheldon," Amy whispered into his chest. He could feel her damp breath through the cotton of his shirt and shivered slightly, realizing it had nothing to do with the ambient temperature on the roof.

"You're welcome," he whispered back, his breath stirring her hair just as the singer reminded them:

". . .Every little thing that you do, Baby I'm amazed by you. . ." And he was.