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It had been only seven in the evening when the gang had reached their hotel. As soon as Amy and Sheldon had accepted their fate of sharing a room, Penny ordered them all to freshen up and assemble in the lounge in an hour.
Everybody protested as they were all tired but Penny's voice assumed the tone of a drill sergeant.
"This is Vegas. It is a rare thing that we all could make it to this trip. And it is even rarer that this trip is not one of your science-y ones. We will be making the most of it."
It was true. They usually went for symposiums and lectures. So they agreed.
The hotel had four different wings, each wing having its own elevator.
As the group dispersed in the direction of their respective rooms, Amy found herself alone with Sheldon. After a few moments of awkward hesitation, silently they walked towards their elevator to the east wing.
Sheldon found this silence to be very unsettling. He remembered the times when they would literally talk over each other in excitement. And sometimes (mostly) she would listen to him patiently as he went on and on about something or the other. And there were the silent times too, but that had been different. He would be simply content in knowing that she was there for him. He remembered once they had spent six hours in silence. It had been magical and he had told her as much.
He sighed quietly as they took the elevator to their room, thinking of their past. He wondered what Amy was thinking as he sneaked a look at her.
Amy was feeling extremely nervous. The phrase 'being a ball of nerves' made a whole lot of sense to the neurobiologist.
All she could think right now was the time when she had asked him to be his roommate and his immediate departure from her life for an entire summer. That time had been awful for her. Those days she was only on two settings: miserable and furious. Furious that he hadn't even bothered to tell her he was leaving and miserable that he had thrown her desire for their future together right at her face.
And now she was to share a room with him. She wondered how much he desired to jump into plane back to Pasadena. She really wasn't against with sharing a room with him. She had been worried about making Sheldon uncomfortable.
Though they had broken up, she was okay with being just his friend. At least that was what she chanted to herself.
The elevators doors slid open smoothly upon reaching their floor. There were only three other rooms in the floor and theirs was the one at the far end. Picking up their travel bags they headed towards their room.
Sheldon slid the card into the slot and pushed the door open.
He quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, his paranoia of airport germs taking over.
Amy who was still standing in the doorway smiled at that.
Some things never change, she thought.
As she headed inside, she froze.
The very first thing Amy noticed as soon as she got into their suit was the bed.
There was only one bed.
Oh! No. This was going to be a major problem. Though it was a queen sized one, and there would be adequate space between the two of them, Amy knew how much Sheldon hated sharing his bed. Also she didn't know whether her heart could take it, sleeping with him in the same bed.
Her analytical mind immediately looked for other options.
The sofa probably? She checked the piece of furniture in front of the television. It was so small that it could have been a love seat. Even she couldn't sleep properly on it. Let alone Sheldon. Looking around the room she saw some comfy chairs only.
Giving up she crashed into one of the chairs and waited for her turn to shower.
They would have to cross the bridge when they got there.
After precisely seventeen minutes, Sheldon came out and he almost took the breath out of her.
His skin was flushed and his usually neat hair was unruly as he dried it using a towel, giving him the 'sex on a stick' look. If he had stepped out in a towel, she was hundred percent sure she would have burst into flames. Thank God, Sheldon was already dressed.
He almost caught her gawking but Amy shut her hanging mouth just when he looked at her. He smiled tentatively at her. When she returned one with the same tentativeness, his smile widened and she felt her brain activity going hay-wire. She shook her head to clear it. Sheldon would notice the bed any moment now and she didn't want to be there when he had a meltdown. She was about to head into the bathroom when there was a knock on the door.
Amy opened the door to reveal Emily.
"Emily?" she asked, wondering what the red head was doing there.
"Hey! Amy. You haven't freshened up yet? Well, never mind. Come on."
"Come where?" It was Sheldon who asked the question.
"Penny wanted us all girls to get ready together. It's going to be fun."
She considered it for a moment.
"Um…Ok, just let me get my clothes."
Sheldon's face fell as Amy got her things and left with Emily.
He had planned on talking to her. He still didn't know the reason behind Amy being upset on their anniversary. It was their gang's universal opinion that he shouldn't have brought up The Flash but that didn't explain her anger. Although he knew that lack of physical intimacy was a major factor.
Well nothing could be done about the lost opportunity so he decided to clean the sheets on the bed. Speaking of which, there was only one.
Sheldon gulped.
It wasn't that he had an aversion to sharing the bed with Amy. In fact he had often thought about their sleepover and had imagined her sleeping next to him more times than he would dare to admit.
This was an opportunity and he didn't want to miss it. But that didn't stop him from almost having a panic attack. He grabbed the sheets and left the room. The familiarity of doing laundry should calm him down.
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The dinner had been lovely.
The gang had met in the lounge in exactly an hour. They had gone to one of those semi-posh hotels with a separate disco which was classy enough but also allowed them to laugh and be themselves without being frowned upon. Sheldon and Amy had remained friendly enough with each other, much to the delight of girls.
Amy was dressed in a knee length deep blue dress with sleeves that came till her elbows. It had a modest neckline and cinched at her waist. Penny had outright rejected the dress she had initially planned to wear and thrust this dress into her hands.
She had feared that it would be another one of those clothes which the girls wanted her try that would make her mother have a stroke but it had turned out to be just her style, albeit the zipper at the back was quite tricky. Bernadette had done something to her hair which included a lot of pins(and pain) but in the end she had to admit that she looked good.
The evening had passed quickly and before she knew Amy and Sheldon were saying goodbye to their friends and headed to their wing.
After yet another silent elevator ride they were in their room.
Amy thought that Sheldon would argue about the sleeping arguments and she knew it would be a long harrowing process. She wanted to be in comfortable clothes to deal with it.
"I'm going to change" she said.
Picking out her nightgown she went into the bathroom before Sheldon could say anything.
As she removed the myriad of pins that held up her somewhat elaborate hair-do she mentally went through the points that would help her not sleep on the floor that night.
However as she attempted to remove the borrowed dress she faced a problem.
"Shit."
Sheldon looked up startled from putting the now clean sheets as he heard Amy. She rarely cursed.
He immediately knocked on the door.
Knock Knock Knock Amy!
Knock Knock Knock Amy!
Knock Knock Knock Amy!
"Yes, Sheldon?" she asked, her distress clear in her voice.
"Is there any problem?" he asked, worried.
"It's the dress" came the muffled reply through the door.
Sheldon frowned. What could possibly be wrong with it? In his opinion Amy had looked quite fetching in it. A Vixen.
"Could you explain more specifically?"
"The zipper is stuck" she wailed.
Oh!
There was a moment of silence in which Amy thought Sheldon had probably fled the room, but a moment later he spoke.
"Amy? Um… I could help. May I come in?"
Now it was her turn to hesitate. After what felt like an eternity he heard the door unlock.
Taking a deep calming breath he went in.
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