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Sheldon opened the door slowly.

This wasn't the first time that Amy and he were in the bathroom together. He remembered the time when he had taken care of her when she had been sick. He had given her a bath for god sake! Yet, the trembling in his body didn't cease.

Amy was standing near the basin, her back towards him.

He froze at the sight. Amy's long hair was pulled to one side, so that they wouldn't interfere with the zipper. Those creamy shoulders which had distracted him in the past (and since then) were on full display and so was some of the smooth expanse of her back.

This is a bad idea! His mind screamed for him to get out as fast as he could.

But he found himself closing the distance between them.

He had told Leonard only a small part of how Amy was distracting him. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but as the experiment had progressed the innocence in his thoughts had degraded. And when she had worn that Nurse Chapel uniform, well his thoughts could have competed with the infernal book they had brought him.

As he stood behind her, close enough that his breath hit Amy's exposed shoulders, he watched in silent horror as his hand raised on its own accord to touch her.

Just when he was about to make contact, he wrenched it back with humongous efforts.

'Get it together, Cooper!' he chided himself. He was here to help. Marshaling his inner Texan, he focused on the problem at hand.

Amy was feeling a myriad of emotions as she stood there. But the most prominent ones were embarrassment and a small amount of guilt. She could have seen Sheldon's reflection on the mirror in front of her but she kept her face glued to the floor. No need to make this more difficult that it was.

She should have checked the zipper right when she had worn it. But there hadn't been much time. Also this was the most exposed she had been with Sheldon. The time when he had taken care of her didn't matter. And now she was painfully aware of her body, her flaws.

She was also feeling guilty that Sheldon was being forced to help her in this situation. She knew this was no easy task for him.

When she felt Sheldon's breath on the back of her neck, she had to force a shudder from escaping her. However when his fingers brushed against her skin while working on the zipper her breath hitched.

The zip was stuck on halfway. She had pulled it down as much as she could reach it with her hands but then it remained stubborn.

They were both silent. The only sound that could be heard was their breathing.

A piece of thread was in the way. Sheldon struggled for a moment with it.

Suddenly the zip gave away, causing the front to loosen and slip downward. But she was swift enough to catch it. Thank God!

Amy face burned as she blushed a deep shade of red.

"Th…Thank you" she stuttered.

"Um…You're Welcome" Sheldon said in a rush and almost ran out of the bathroom.

Thanks to the mirror, the hero had peeked.

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After Amy's blush had faded and Sheldon had taken a shower (a cold one), they came to face their sleeping arrangements. It was getting late and they were dog tired.

They were currently standing at the foot of the bed, facing each other both, clad in their night clothes.

Sheldon was about to say something, but Amy cut him off.

"Sheldon, I know how opposed you are to sharing your bed. I would offer to sleep on the couch but as you can see it is very small. And I refuse to sleep on the floor. We are left with no choice but to share it. The bed is big enough to have ample space between both of us."

"Well, in fact I was going to suggest that we share, Amy. I have no qualms of sleeping with you in the same bed. Also what kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady sleep on the floor? I would be sent straight to hell" he said, horrified that she would think so low of him.

Well, you gave her good reason to think like that, a part of him scolded.

Amy looked at him in shock. He didn't mind sharing with her? Just like that? She had been prepared for a huge argument.

"Um… Okay. Which side would you prefer?" she asked, still a bit shaken.

"I'll take the right, please" he said, already moving towards the side and began fluffing his pillows.

They settled in and Amy made sure that there was a considerable space between them. She had been feeling sleepy but now she just felt jittery.

One of the goals in her relationship plan had been sleeping next to Sheldon. Yes, of course she had wished for coitus, but just lying down next to him was what she had wanted more. He would be the last thing she saw at night, and the first she saw when she woke up.

It seemed like some twisted fate that all she had wanted with him was happening after they had broken up.

Sheldon who usually went out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow was also having trouble sleeping. Well he had been having trouble sleeping since that video call which made him feel like his world had toppled. Amy was so close but she was so far away. He mentally scoffed at the expression but couldn't deny its truth.

However the day's exhaustion was slowly making them loosen their stiff postures and sleep began to engulf them.

Amy was on the brink of unconsciousness when she thought she heard Sheldon whisper 'good night'.

She didn't know it, but her lips curved into a smile as she slept dreamlessly.

/-/-/-/-/-/

Sheldon was dreaming that someone was tickling him. This was quite odd because he had never been tickled. Well except by his mother and his meemaw. It was quite enjoyable, almost as if it were really happening.

Sheldon's eyes flew open.

Oh! No.

The tickling sensation was being caused by Amy's hair which was somehow on his neck.

Sheldon cursed himself internally. Amy had been very clear about wanting to put some space between them and here he was wrapped around her.

Wait a minute…

Sheldon analyzed the situation. It was not he, who was wrapped around Amy. It was the other way round. At some point during the night she had gotten closer, ignoring the space that she had insisted upon.

He tried to extricate himself but she just sighed and pressed herself closer to him. Sheldon smiled smugly.

She wants you!

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