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"Leonard!"
Leonard woke up with a groan to the shrill screams of his wife, calling his name.
'Please let it not be about the missing clothes!' he silently prayed.
"Where are the rest of my clothes?" Penny asked, clad in a bathrobe, her hands on her hips. Behind her, their suit case looked like it had been caught up in a tornado.
He was now trying to shake the sleep out of his eyes as he reached for his glasses.
"Um…I…" he stuttered.
Penny narrowed her eyes.
"We were just going to be here for two days and you had packed almost fifteen dresses…"
"Well…?" she deadpanned.
"There was no space for my clothes, so…" he took a deep breath "Iremovedsomeofyourclothes" he said in a rush.
"You what?"
Penny couldn't believe her ears. Narrowing down to those fifteen dresses had itself been difficult as opposed to the twenty she had initially planned on.
"Now I have nothing to wear!" she wailed.
Leonard glanced at the suitcase that was overflowing with her clothes. He had just removed two of the dresses she had packed, so he could fit a jean and a couple of T-shirts.
"What about that red one?" he asked pointing to a frilly dress that was precariously placed on the chair. He was trying to help.
"That makes me look fat" she said, flatly.
"Then why did you pack it?" he asked, baffled.
"So…you think I look fat in it?"
Leonard gulped. He knew that he was now in dangerous territory. Anything and everything he said would be recorded and brought up in future fights.
"No! Of course not. You wouldn't look fat in anything even if you tried" he said trying to make his tone drip with sincerity.
Penny looked at him suspiciously. She was pacified, for now.
"Why did you have to remove them? Oh! This is a disaster." She again rummaged through the case once again.
Leonard got out of the bed and hugged her from behind.
"Penny no matter what you wear, you'll be the hottest woman in the room" he said, kissing her neck.
"Aww…" she smiled sweetly at him. "But that still doesn't let you off the hook for not asking me before removing my clothes."
"You wouldn't have let me" he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Here, let me help you choose what to wear."
An hour and half later, the newly married finally went down to the lounge to meet the other two couple.
"Oh! Here they are" Howard said in relief. He was literally itching to try his luck at gambling.
"Where's the Shamy?" Penny asked as a way of greeting.
"Not here."
Emily and Bernadette were grinning like the cat that got the cream.
"Then we shouldn't disturb them. Let's go" Bernadette said and together they left for the casinos.
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Amy woke up feeling absolutely refreshed. She had one of the best nights of sleep she ever had.
She still had her eyes closed, trying to hold on to the edge of unconsciousness a bit longer.
The pillow was so warm and comfortable. She should definitely ask the management where they purchased it, so that she could buy and take one home.
Hmmm…The pillow seemed to possess the ability to move too.
Wait a minute…
Amy opened one eye and peeked cautiously.
Oh! Crap.
Her 'pillow' was Sheldon Lee Cooper. She immediately got up trying to put some space between them. In the process she realized that it was she who had crossed the 'no man's land'. Damn it!
She hoped against hope that Sheldon would be asleep and she could just sneak away but he was wide awake. Just her luck. He was looking at her in shock.
"Oh! My god. I'm really sorry, Sheldon" she said horrified. She knew how much he hated being touched and here she was practically smothering him. She was pretty sure he would demand that she leave immediately.
Sheldon for his part was missing her warmth. He had been awake for hours, lost in the feeling of comfort that came from Amy. He had been perfectly content. So content that he decided to forgo watching Doctor Who. Which was quite something. Sheldon never missed Doctor Who. Never.
Why did she have to move away? And why was she apologizing?
How about the fact that you have always maintained that all forms of physical contact is yucky and a chore for you?
When she began to get up he snapped out of his thoughts and sat up.
"Amy! I enjoyed it."
There. He had said it. You see this was the response that would always be on the tip of his tongue when she asked his opinion about some physical milestone they had crossed.
Hand holding. Hugging. Cuddling. Kissing.
But instead he would say something like 'I don't like it' 'Do we really have to?' 'It's uncomfortable' and so on. However he would invariably add it to the relationship agreement. He had assumed that it would be enough. That she would know. But apparently it wasn't enough.
Amy who had been about to flee the room in embarrassment, sat back with a huff.
"What?" she asked, sure that her mind had finally snapped.
"I said I enjoyed it" he repeated again. Wasn't he clear the first time?
"But I was basically wrapped around you." She was blushing now.
"My point exactly." Amy's mouth hung open at that and silence filled the room.
"I believe we have to talk" Sheldon said gulping. This conversation was going to involve hippy dippy stuff. Stuff that was difficult for him.
Amy wasn't sure what she was hearing.
He enjoyed it? Sheldon wanted to talk? During the entire span of their relationship, Sheldon had avoided talking about their feelings like the plague. Yeah, they had their relationship summits and meetings but those didn't focus on how they felt about each other. It was one of the main reasons why she had a panic attack when he confessed that he loved her. It had been out of the blue.
But she knew that leaving things as such was not right.
She had initially asked for a break to analyze their relationship. To see where they stood. That had been the plan.
She was more than surprised to find Sheldon waiting at her doorstep the next day, ignoring her request that they don't contact each other. She had tried to remind him that they were on a break, that she needed some space. As a neurobiologist she could understand that Sheldon who hated changes would have difficulties in coping with their break. She had tried to be patient. But his comment on the expiration of her fertility had been the last straw.
She knew that without him pointing out, that yes, she was getting old. Yes, her biological clock was ticking. She was painfully aware of it. Had been aware for some time. She wanted progeny of own. Their progeny. But with his lack of commitment and their damn slow pace, she didn't think that would ever be possible. So, she had snapped. At that moment, she had only seen his flaws and had broken up with him.
In hindsight she realized that she had been hasty and it was unfair on him. That she should have explained. But anger and cowardice had clouded her judgement.
She had been afraid that once she explained her thought process, he would agree that he wasn't ready. That they wanted different things from their relationship. She was terrified that her fears would be confirmed. Hearing those words would break her heart. He had that power over her.
He brought this upon himself, was the only explanation she chose to stick to.
She chose to let things be as they were.
But now looking at his determined gaze, she knew that she should be brave and face her fears. After all it wasn't fair on Sheldon. She was being selfish.
Also his positive reaction to their physical reaction made her curious and though she didn't want to admit it, hopeful.
"Okay" she said, settling back on the bed.
"What? Without finishing our morning routines? Amy! We are not hippies."
With that Sheldon got up and left for the bathroom. Amy could be seen shaking her head in frustration.
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