* I took a risk in this chapter as far as taking Sheldon's emotional relationship with Amy a bit farther. Don't worry, it's still very Sheldonesque it's just a bit... gooey. READ AND REVIEW!

"The questions game?"

Sheldon asked as Amy softly stroked his aching head.

"Amy Farrah Fowler, we are highly educated people with PhDs. Surely we needn't resort to a juvenile activity such as this in order to begin a sociable conversation."

Amy shrugged, "Think of it as a psychological test to see what you do anddon't want to be honest about."

Sheldon sighed. He sat up against his pillow, wincing slightly and looked expectantly at Amy.

"I'll start, then." Amy said turning to face Sheldon, "Here's an easy one, Star Trek or Star Wars?"

"...Not as easy as it may seem, to answer, but... Star Trek."

"Very well. Your turn."

Sheldon shifted uncomfortably and after a moment's pause said, "Never mind. This game is neither stimulating or informational-"

"Sheldon, your turn." Amy said firmly.

"Fine. Question... why do you... sometimes crave human intimacy and physical contact?" Sheldon asked slowly.

Amy thought a moment, "Because once a month a woman's estrogen levels-"

"No." Sheldon cut her off, "I understand the menstrual cycle quite well. I'm referring to your psychological craving, not biological."

"Well... After watching The Notebook, with Penny and Bernadette...I became... jealous of the romantic attention that they and Rachel McAdams received from theirboyfriends... and I was... drawn to you... by some attracting force."

"Like a magnetic-"

"No, a romantic draw to you."

Sheldon stared at her and mouthed, unable to voice it, "Oh." He was trying to process what she'd just told him, and had Amy not known any better, she would've thought Sheldon was actually... flattered.

"Well... my turn." Amy said, breaking the silence, "Why was it that when I was upset with your, your jewelry of choice was a tiara? It's rather unconventional, you must've had a reason."

Sheldon shrugged, "I recalled one time you mentioned the fact that you're kind of engaged to a Saudi Arabian prince... obviously this isn't an actual engagement but... I... mentioned my feel- thoughts on this to Penny who... suggested the gift because I told her..."

Sheldon's words faded away as he blushed furiously.

"What'd you tell her, Sheldon?" Amy asked both curiously and playfully.

Sheldon looked at her with the same expression he made whenever Leonard Nimoy made his appearance on the screen while they watched Star Trek.

"I... wanted you to be... my princess."

Amy felt her heart nearly explode in her chest at this completely honest heartfelt emotion from Dr. Sheldon Cooper.

She kissed him and he then requested,

"Amy, you know I don't enjoy expressing human emotion, hence the infrequency of it's occurrence, but now that I have... I feel we should remain silent for the next hour and forty-two minutes."

"Very well, Sheldon Cooper." Amy said with a contented smile, lying back and settling in for an hour and forty-two minutes of complete silence.