CHAPTER 4
Sheldon thought Amy's lips had a very specific taste; sweet as a caramel apple, with a hint of sourness, probably due to the white wine she just had. They were so close to each other, he could smell the captivating perfume of her hair.
He kept his eyes closed, for a few seconds after that unplanned kiss, wondering if Amy´s skin was as soft and smooth as it looked.
Amy wished time would stop at this moment. Sheldon's lips felt cold and his entire body was shivering, maybe because he had walked in the rain and still kept his wet clothes on. His breath was minty fresh. His scent of baby powder and citrus aftershave was almost intoxicating.
When Sheldon opened his eyes, he could see Amy smiling shyly and hiding her mouth behind her hand.
"Amy, I have something to tell you", Sheldon said with his formal tone, as he sat on his favorite spot of his girlfriend´s couch.
The mere mention of those frightening words: "Amy, I have something to tell you", made her realize this wasn´t one of the pleasant daydreams she usually had. Maybe this was a nightmare.
Why on earth would Sheldon come to her apartment and kiss her? Why would he do something so illogical if he wanted to terminate their Relationship Agreement anyway?. Amy began to hyperventilate as she sat next to him.
"Amy, today, when you heard my conversation with Kripke… I was actually, referring to you". Sheldon muttered under his breath.
Amy was so surprised she couldn´t say a word.
"I know we've never had a physical relationship or carnal knowledge, but somehow, Barry Kripke guessed you and I had it. I just couldn´t deny it"; Sheldon confessed, genuinely embarrassed by his behavior.
"You mean this was all, a big misunderstanding? So, you´re not cheating on me?", Amy asked with a smile that lit up her face.
"Exactly!", Sheldon said. "It's just like that incident when you and I pretended to have sexual intercourse to test how quickly rumors could spread in a society. Do you remember?"
Amy felt silly for acting like a teenage drama queen. "Oh, I'm so stupid!", she said.
"No, you're not stupid", Sheldon said as he suddenly took her hand. "I recognize it's my mistake. I should´ve told you this before". Amy was perplexed with the scene she was starring, and again she was lost in those piercing blue eyes.
"Now look at me, I'm leaving your couch soaking wet!", Sheldon said as he abruptly, got up from his seat.
"I´m sorry, you´re leaving wet what?", Amy was intensely blushed.
"Your couch and your carpet!. As you can see my clothes are wet. What did you hear exactly?", Sheldon asked curiously.
"Never mind!", said Amy. "If you want, you can borrow my bathrobe, which I would be happy to lend you. Let me put your clothes in the dryer".
Amy headed to her room to bring a plaid bathrobe to Sheldon. He changed in the bathroom and handed his clothes to Amy who put them in the dryer.
He felt certainly uncomfortable standing at his girlfriend´s living room, in a bathrobe but, if he had kept his wet clothes on, he would get a cold, and Sheldon hated being sick. Amy´s bathrobe was obviously intended for someone shorter than him, since it barely reached his mid-tight.
Amy liked what she saw. Sheldon's long legs were thin but toned and dark hair, forming patches covered his pale skin. Sheldon was barefoot because his socks were soaked too. His feet caught Amy´s eyes. They were remarkably large with long, slender fingers.
"Hooo!", Amy couldn´t stop making that owl like sound. Let´s see, size 13 or… 14?, she thought to herself, smiling mischievously.
Sheldon gave Amy a confused glance. Then, he sat on the couch. "Do you mind if I turn on the TV? There´s a Game of Thrones marathon right now and I don't want to miss it", he said.
Amy prepared the most delicious sandwiches for dinner, with Mountain Dew and popcorn as Sheldon requested. When the clothes were ready, she took them out of the dryer and folded them neatly. She gave him the clothes; they´re still warm.
"Amy, could you please take me home? It´s getting late", Sheldon said as he came out of the bathroom where he had changed his clothes. It was 8:30 pm.
"Yes, no problem" Amy was feeling a little disappointed because Sheldon was leaving so soon.
As usual, Sheldon and Amy were silent for most of the trip. She was wondering if he would ever kiss her again or at least mention that possibility. That seemed quite improbable.
"Ohh, it´s been an exhausting day Amy, I hope you sleep well. Good night", Sheldon said.
"Good night Sheldon, I´ll call you in the morning".
Sheldon opened the car´s door; he put a foot on the sidewalk and just when he was about to get off the car, all of a sudden he stopped.
"Oh, I almost forgot!", as he said this Sheldon leaned down to Amy´s lips and gave her a shy goodnight kiss. "Thank you for the model train".
"You´re… welcome, Goodnight Sheldon!" Amy´s heart had skipped at least three beats this time.
Sheldon climbed the stairs to his apartment on the fourth floor. He knew he had taken a small step in his relationship with Amy, but somehow it felt great.
"Hey, Sheldon! Where have you been?. You're missing the Game of Thrones marathon, we had planned to watch", Leonard said as he saw his friend entering the apartment.
"I was with Amy. I had to thank her for the train. By the way, did you bring it from my office as I requested?", Sheldon asked.
"Yes, I did. It´s on your desk", Leonard said.
Sheldon opened the box carefully; he assembled the model engine and played with it until 11 pm, when sleep overcame him.
"Whatever Amy had done to him, seems to be working. He looks so happy and he didn´t get on my nerves all day", Leonard thought aloud.
Sheldon was lying on his bed, already awake, when his alarmed clock rang. It was 06:00 am. Every Saturday at 06:15 Sheldon gets up from bed, pours himself a bowl of cereal with a quarter cup of 2% milk, turn on his TV and watches Doctor Who.
Today was an ordinary Saturday. But ... something felt "different". He wasn't sure if this was just his impression or something strange was happening. When the silence suddenly broke, he heard footsteps heading to his room.
Unexpectedly, the door opened but he couldn´t distinguish clearly who was the intruder. He thought it was Leonard, but he always knocks at the door before he enters a room.
"Who dares to enter my room without knocking? Nobody comes into my room. He quickly sat on his bed throwing away his covers. And then, completely out of the blue, she was there.
"Amy Farrah Fowler!, What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?", exclaimed Sheldon. "Who gives you permission to invade my privacy?"
Amy was standing in front of Sheldon, wearing that blue Star Trek costume she had worn when she undertook the mission of increasing Sheldon's feelings for her.
That short skirt and those boots were unforgettable, especially with an eidetic memory like Sheldon had. While that outfit wasn´t exposing too much skin, it looked very well on her, it fell beautifully over her curves and her beckoning hips, revealing her attractive legs, which normally hide with her plain everyday clothes.
"Shhh!, Amy placed her index finger before his lips, asking Sheldon to remain silent. After that she started to scan him with a tricoder, like they were playing Doctor, Star Trek style.
"Oh, God, what are you doing Amy?", Sheldon asked desperately.
"I think I've been a bad girl", Amy said while she winked mischievously. "I think you may have to punish me".
"Actually this behavior is utterly unacceptable, I guess I don´t have a choice.", replied Sheldon with shortness of breath and dilated pupils. He recalled that time when he had to spank Amy to teach her a lesson.
Sheldon couldn´t think clearly; apparently his brain´s blood flow was being distributed to "other" regions of his body. Damn!, he was a man after all, and in this particular situation, the practice of Kolinahr (Vulcan mental discipline of meditation), was not enough to fight against the basic human needs. He wanted to touch her, take her, right there and right now.
"Amy! No, no!" Sheldon shook his head violently as he closed his eyes tightly. He could only be aware of the growing and throbbing discomfort that lodged just below his waist. "I need to be strong".
He felt the sweat on his back and cold droplets fell from his forehead. "What would Spock do?, Ohh, Vixen!"
Beep, beep, beep, that deafening alarm rang. It was 06:15 am, on Saturday.
Sheldon put his palm on his forehead. It felt very hot. Probably higher than 39 º C (102 º F), he thought. Throwing his comforter on the floor, he realized he needed a cold shower.
After that cold shower Sheldon felt a little better, but the nasal congestion and sore throat continued. He may have caught a cold yesterday.
Sheldon hated feeling sick, vulnerable and attacked by germs. In strict compliance with the Relationship Agreement, he should ask Amy to take care of him. "The remedy is worse than the disease, but I guess I have no other options".
Covering himself up with a warm blanket he sat on his spot. Sheldon placed a bowl of cereal and a box of tissues on the coffee table. When he heard the ringtone of a Skype incoming call; he knew it was Amy.
"Hello Sheldon! How are you?. It's a beautiful day to visit the zoo. Don´t you think?". Amy said enthusiastically.
"In different circumstances, that would be a great idea, but as you can see I am sick. Judging from the sore throat, runny nose and fever, I am the victim of a cold", Sheldon said.
"Oh, my poor Sheldon! Don´t worry, Dr. Fowler is on her way", Amy was so eager to take care of him.
"Well, that´s the least I would expect, taking into account the Relationship Agreement. Also you´re partly responsible for my present situation", Sheldon added with a nasal tone in his voice.
"I´m partly responsible for your present situation?, What do you mean?", Amy asked angrily.
"And they say I'm the one who doesn´t understand sarcasm!", he said. "If it wasn´t for your outburst of yesterday, I wouldn´t have soaked myself in the rain, and I wouldn´t be sick. And then I was forced to partake in a germ exchange."
Amy was silent for a second; she knew that Sheldon was somewhat right, but he was the one who initiated that kiss, those two kisses to be precise.
"Nobody forced you to kiss me", she finally said.
"I was forced by social conventions ", Sheldon said with a slight quiver in his eyelids.
"I´ll be at your apartment in an hour" Amy told him.
"Would you bring me VapoRub?", Sheldon said, suddenly feeling shy.
"Count on it!", Amy hung up the phone and headed to the door.
