Sheldon rose from the couch when the credit of the movie they were watching finally rolled. He had watched that movie many times but he could not wait for the next movie time so that he could propose that they watch it again.
"Would you like a bottle of water?" he asked to Amy who was still on the couch and did not looked that impressed with what they just watched.
"Um, no. I'm going to prepare dinner in a moment," she replied.
Sheldon looked at the time. She was right. If they wanted to have dinner on time, she was going to have to prepare dinner soon. They were not having dinner with the gang that evening. He used to have dinner with the guys almost every night but life happened, even Sheldon changed. Sheldon used to have strict schedules on everything, including meals he would be having for breakfast, lunch, dinner, even the snacks in between those times. Living with Amy had cause him to adjust his schedules and routines, which was not an easy ride. It involved a lot of negotiations between them and Amy threatened to go back living in her old apartment one time. Sheldon, decided that altering his routines was a far better option than having Amy to leave him, finally agreed to compromise.
One of the things they compromised was the one who cook shall decide the meal they both would be having and the other party shall not complain. Sheldon was suddenly craving for spaghetti with little pieces of hot dog cut up in it, but it was Amy's turn to cook that evening. She had the privilege to decide what they would be having for dinner. Sheldon formed a plan in his head. He needed Amy to cook spaghetti with little pieces of hot dog for dinner and make it look like it was her idea but he should not make it too obvious.
"Oh, look, Amy! We have the ingredients for spaghetti with hotdogs!" Sheldon said a little too loud as he opened the fridge.
Amy discreetly rolled her eyes at his statement. She could obviously see what Sheldon wanted. He wanted her to cook his favorite meal, spaghetti with little pieces of hot dog cut up in it. However, she felt that Sheldon was being incredibly spoil that day. She had been chauffeured him all day to train store, as well as waited for him patiently as he was busy by himself in such store. She agreed to his choice for lunch even though she was not in the mood to eat at the Cheesecake Factory, which was shocking, but she really wanted to try the new burger place. Then, when they were finally home and still had some time to kill before she had to prepare the dinner, they decided to watch a movie but he dismissed all her ideas of movie choices and insisted on playing the same sci-fi movie he had watched for the umpteenth time.
Still, she let him and did not utter a single complain.
But, now, hearing Sheldon's clear hint on what he wanted for dinner (although 'hint' might be a too strong word since he basically screamed "Cook me spaghetti with hotdogs for dinner, woman!" to Amy) without considering her thought, Amy decided she had enough. She thought she wanted to be a little selfish.
"We also have the ingredients for meatloaf. I've checked," Amy replied calmly.
Sheldon looked a little startled. He thought that Amy would agree to his idea. She had been exceptionally cooperative the whole day. "But, we have the ingredients for spaghetti with hotdogs," Sheldon only managed to say. There goes the plan to make it subtle.
"Sheldon, I don't feel like eating spaghetti with hotdogs. Besides, it's my turn to cook tonight and that means I decide what we will be having," Amy said as she walked to the kitchen to prepare the dinner. "We have agreed."
"Fine," Sheldon said feeling defeated but not moving from the still open fridge.
"Good. Now, please move. I need to start preparing the dinner," Amy said to him.
Sheldon was still for a moment. "You know what, Amy. I will help you. What do you need? I will get it for you," he finally said, turning his back to her then slowly bended over in front of the fridge.
Amy's jaw slightly dropped upon the glorious view in front of her. Sheldon Cooper was indeed a joy to behold, and not just his genital but also his whole body. She felt her mouth involuntarily watered at the sight of Sheldon Cooper's magnificent backside. Until she realized that he had not say anything and even wiggled his backside a little. Amy knew he was manipulating her with his body and she scolded herself for letting herself fell for it. She let him bended over for another three seconds and commit his perfect feature to her memory for later.
"It's not necessary. I can do it myself." She tried to reply casually without much success. She was surprise to hear that her voice was suddenly sounded hoarse.
"Don't be ridiculous. Let me help you," he said turning his head over his shoulder but keeping his position still bended over the fridge, making sure Amy got the perfect view of his bottom.
"Well, if you don't mind," she stammered. Even though the fridge was still open, she suddenly felt warm.
"Of course, I don't mind," he said sweetly. Then he proceeded to grab something from the fridge before closing it. "Oh, how clumsy of me, I took the wrong ingredients," he said deeply.
He stood towering her, causing Amy to arch her neck. She gulped, the air between them felt so thick.
"Since it's already out of the fridge, maybe we shouldn't waste the ingredient and cook something with it," he continued, taking a step closer.
Amy almost got lost in the blue of his eyes until she averted her gaze a second to his hand. She saw the sausages in Sheldon's hand and she snapped back to reality.
"I already told you I don't want spaghetti with hotdogs," Amy said sternly. She almost felt bad for denying his suggestion earlier. But after Sheldon tried to manipulate her, she felt a little annoyed.
Sheldon knew that he had been defeated. There was no way of changing Amy's mind now. He could only hope for her pity.
"Very well," he pouted. "Just know I won't be happy about it," he said.
"Fine. I'll cook spaghetti with hotdogs but tomorrow I decide what you will cook," Amy said, yielding. Truth be told, Amy did not feel like cooking meatloaf at all that evening, she even out of idea of what to cook for dinner. She was just giving him a hard time.
Sheldon suddenly perked up. "Oh, goody. Thank you, Amy! I know you're the best!"
"Not so fast, mister. You will have to help me. You said you would, right? Or was it just a ruse to get me do what you want?"
"Of course, it wasn't. I will help you," he said.
If Amy saw Sheldon's eye twitched, she decided to ignore it. "Good. Now cut those hotdogs nicely and don't spoil it or I'm going to have you bend over on my lap and give you a good spank," she said teasingly.
"Oh, I'm counting on it," he said winking at her.
A/N: Fun facts, my mother does cook spaghetti with little pieces of hot dog cut up in it. It's the only way she cooks spaghetti. I didn't think it's weird until BBT brought that subject. Anyway, thank you for reading. Some reviews would be lovely.