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Sheldon slowly blinked as he woke up, stretching his arms out in front of him. Hmm, his bed was warm…Wait a minute. Sheldon's eyes were wide open now, looking around in horror. This wasn't his room! He rolled over, and was astounded to find a sleeping Amy Farrah Fowler next to him. The shifting of his weight caused her to stir and then woke up, the blanket falling off her as she sat up to expose her bare shoulders.

Sheldon wasn't an idiot. In fact, he was the farthest thing from it. He knew what this meant.

Apparently, Amy did too. "Oh my God," She said, sitting up farther. The blanket slid off her top half completely, and Sheldon immediately felt uncomfortable. Sure, it wasn't like the first time he'd seen…them, but it was slowly sinking in that last night he'd probably done…stuff to them.

An awkward silence fell between them. "So," Sheldon said finally. "How should we precede?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do we simply return to life as normal? Do we tell anyone? Do we write up a new Relationship Agreement?"

Amy pondered this for a moment, tugging the blanket back up to her elbows. "I suppose we try to keep our relationship paradigm as consistent as possible." She began. "And we should write up a new clause on the Relationship Agreement in case this thing ever happens again."

Sheldon nodded. "Agreed. Coitus will not be in violation of the Relationship Agreement if intoxication is affecting both parties."

"Well…"

"Well what?"

"I wouldn't mind a night of love making every once in a while that leaves me satisfied and enflames my loins." Amy blurted it out in one breath, and looked at Sheldon hopefully.

"…On anniversaries only."

"Anniversaries, both our birthdays and Valentine's Day."

"Anniversaries and Valentine's Day, spooning on your birthday and I reserve the right to sanitize at any time."

"And I want a Public Displays of Affection section."

"Private Displays of Affection when necessary and public hand holding on a biweekly basis,"

"Sheldon Lee Cooper?"

"Yes, Amy Farrah Fowler?"

"You have yourself a deal."

Sheldon peeked into the door to 4A and looked both ways before turning to Amy. "The coast is clear," He said and Amy nodded. She reached to open the door and it creaked as she did so. "Sssh!" Sheldon said. "Open it quietly! Women's hearing has adapted so that the sounds of a crying baby will awaken them, if we don't want to disturb Penny we must avoid making any sounds in a higher register. Try talking a little lower." He said the last sentence in a deeper voice, which inadvertently made Amy swoon, the second time in twenty-four hours he'd done so.

The neurobiologist fanned her face with her hand. "Hoo!"

"Amy!" The physicist chastised. He realized he himself had spoken in his normal register and cleared his throat. "I mean, Amy."

"Well, well, well,"

The Homo Novus' looked towards the hallway, where Leonard and Penny had appeared. The latter flashed them a toothy, sarcastic grin, while the former smirked. "Never did I think I'd see Sheldon Cooper do the walk of shame. You go, Ames!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Penny," Sheldon replied, although he didn't sound whatsoever believable. He'd always been a terrible liar.

"Oh, yeah," Leonard chimed in sarcastically. "You and Amy show up in the same clothes you wore the night before with bloodshot eyes and beheads. Yup, nothing happened,"

Sheldon turned to Penny. "See? Leonard gets it."

Penny rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. "You want breakfast?" She asked Leonard. "I can make French toast,"

"Sure,"

Sheldon frowned. "But today I eat cereal with 1/4 a cup of 2% milk. You can't violate the schedule,"

"Well," Penny scoffed as she got the ingredients. "You violated the schedule first! Since when is Friday have sex with Amy night?"

"False! You all violated the schedule first by going out to dinner on Chinese food night!"

Penny sighed. "Fine, Sheldon, you win!"

Sheldon smirked. "Thank you," He said, before walking off towards his bedroom.

Now, Leonard and Penny shifted their focus to Amy. "Well," She said. "It was nice seeing you bestie, Leonard," Then, she left, as quickly as possible.

"Wow," They both said at the same time.

"Did that seriously just happen?"

"Yeah, I think it did."

"Let's not talk about it okay? Bad mental images,"

"Okay."

Neither of them said anything for a moment as Penny began to whisk together eggs, milk, vanilla and cinnamon, while Leonard plugged in the coffee maker. "You want some coffee?" He asked.

"No thanks," Penny replied. "I umm…don't want to drink a lot of caffeine in case…you know."

"Oh," Leonard said awkwardly. "Right, sorry."

"It's okay,"

It was silent again for a moment, all either of them could hear was the sound of the whisk in the bowl and the coffee maker turning on. "So…when's your appointment?" Leonard finally asked.

"Tomorrow,"

"Cool…"

"Do you…want to come with?"

"…Sure."

Penny undid the twisty on the bread and began to dip the slices in her mixture. Leonard's coffee began to brew. "Leonard?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we'd be good parents?"

Their eyes locked at this, brown meeting green. "I think we'd make the best parents,"

A little shorter than I would've liked – sorry! I hope you liked it anyway. This is the last of chapter I've already written. Someone give me some motivation to write some more?

See you again next Tuesday!