Thank you to Shamy4eva for fixing this for me, again I own none of this.
The rain is falling in a thin mist, what his mother used to call "cat spit". It is the kind of rain that does not drench you but covers you in a fine sheen of water. He seems to be laying on the ground outside in a wooded area. Slowly he gets up and looks around, but has no idea where he is. Then he sees a flash of white through the trees ahead and he calls out.
"Hello? Is anybody out there?" A figure in white walks towards him and he freezes thinking he is seeing a ghost. That is silly he berates himself there are no such things as ghosts and as a man of science he should know that. As the figure approaches he sees it more clearly. It is not a ghost at all but Amy dressed in a long white flowing nightgown. The type worn by women in old horror movies.
"There you are. You scared me half to death; I thought I would never be able to find you in this gloom." Amy tells him walking closer.
"Amy where are we?" he asks her as she stops in front of him. It is Amy, but she looks different somehow. Her long brown hair is loose around her face and she is not wearing her glasses making her emerald eyes seem to shine more brightly.
"Cooper, who is this Amy you speak of?" she asks confused tilting her head to the side.
"Oh, I see we are still playing this game, very well Amelia." He says drawing out her name mockingly. "Okay, Amelia where are we?" he says crossing his arms annoyed.
"Cooper, what are you talking about, have you fallen and somehow hit your head while you were out. Come, let me get you home." She says taking him by the arm and leading him through the woods. The woods are really just a small copse of trees and they are soon walking through a field. In the distance he sees a small farmhouse with a small flickering light glowing in its windows. It looks so warm and cozy and he shivers suddenly realizing how cold and wet he is.
"Cooper, you are freezing. What were you thinking of running out like that on a night like this. You will catch a death of a cold." Amy tells him looking up at him with concern.
"Amy, what happened, where are we?" Sheldon says, then stops as he takes in the strange tableau before him, the farmhouse, the plowed fields and a barn not far from where they were standing. This is defiantly not anywhere in Pasadena he thinks.
"Don't you remember? We quarreled, you accused me of keeping you here against your will and then you stormed out." Amy says the hurt still evident in her eyes.
"No, I don't remember." he says, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, maybe they had taken a sudden trip to his uncles farm in Oklahoma and he had been overtaken by a brain parasite that had eaten away his short term memory. All he knows is that he is cold and wet, and he wants to go somewhere warm and dry. "Come on, I don't wish to get any wetter." Sheldon says wiping the sheen of water of his arm, but then, as if on cue the skies open up and rain pours down on them soaking them within seconds.
"Come on!" Amy yanks at his hand pulling him forward "We will never make it to the house in time we can wait out the storm in the barn." She yells running forward still clutching his hand in a death grip. She makes it to the barn door and heaves it open propelling him inside before shutting it again. It is pitch dark in the barn but she makes her way over to a wall and finds an oil lamp which she lights and hangs on a hook. In the spluttering light of the lamp she is truly a sight to behold. The, now soaked, thin material of her nightgown is transparent and clings to her body. Sheldon can see her breasts, the dark pink of her nipples, and the dark triangle between her legs as if she is naked before him. He gulps hard, his desire for her is overwhelming, and he longs to pull her tight against him, to taste the water cascading off her skin.
"We should take our clothes off." She says, her voice husky, as if reading his mind.
"What, huh?" he asks trying to focus on something other than the pulsing need coursing through his body.
"We will get consumption if we stay in these wet clothes, we need to take them off and let them dry." Amy says pulling off the nightgown standing before him gloriously nude.
"Yes, you are right, then we should combine our body heat, so we don't freeze to death." He tells her quickly pulling off his clothes.
"Will that work?" Amy asks walking towards him.
"Yes, when I went to the North Pole and the heat went out, my friends and I were able to survive by combining our body heat." He tells her as she steps closer to him.
"Oh, Cooper what an adventurer you are!" Amy says stepping even closer to him and he wraps his arms around her waist pulling her to him reveling in the way her soft body curves into his own.
"I have boldly gone, where few men have gone before." He takes her face into his hands and runs his thumbs along her jawline. Then he tips her head back kissing her neck, she tastes like spring he thinks.
"Is that so?" Amy sighs as she wraps her hands around his neck pulling his mouth to hers kissing him deeply. Sheldon wraps his arms around her waist lifting her up and she wraps her legs around him. Then he turns around leaning her against the wall of the barn his body supporting her weight. His hands have a firm grip on her bottom and her soft breasts are pressed against his chest. He groans softly as she moves soft kisses down the corner of his mouth to his neck nibbling his flesh lightly. He is pressed against the apex between her thighs; he can feel her soft folds. He rubs himself against her and she moans with pleasure as he gets closer to the threshold.
"Cooper, take me now, please." She pleads into his ear.
Then there is a brilliant flash of light and a loud crash, he turns towards the commotion. Out of the light steps Amy, the Amy he knows and loves, dressed in her cardigan with her glasses in place.
"Sheldon! What are you doing, I finally made my own time machine to come get you and this is what I find?" Behind her glasses, he sees that her eyes are shining with unshed tears.
"No, It's not what you think, this is you!" he cries throwing Amelia down, and he looks down to see the same hurt expression on her face.
"Good bye Sheldon." Amy says stepping back into the light.
"No!" he cries.
Waking up with a start he frantically looks around and realizes that he is safe in his own bedroom. He looks down and sees Amy is still by his side her hair fanned out on his pillow sound asleep. He looks over at his alarm clock; it is nearly five o clock in the morning. Had he intended for Amy to stay the whole night? At this point he has strayed so far from the original plan he does not know anymore.
The dream is still playing through his mind. That combined with a still nude Amy in his bed is overwhelming him. Thrumming through his veins is a white hot wave of desire, a need to finish the dream. But now his neuroses are starting to get the best of him. Not only would his pajama rotation be off because he had not worn his Friday pajamas, but he had never woken up with someone else in his bed and Sheldon is now torn between waking Amy up to satisfy his need and waking her up and getting her to leave, so that he can have time to sort out his confused thoughts. Instead he does neither, he throws on his robe and heads to the bathroom with the intentions of having a cold shower.
"Oh dear lord!" he cries upon seeing the mess in the bathroom and sets immediately to clean it up. By the time the bathroom is cleaned to his impeccable standards it is evident that a cold shower is now no longer needed and he heads to the kitchen to make a cup of tea only to be shocked again.
"What has that vixen done to me?" he mumbles as he clears the coffee table and finishes putting away the dishes in the kitchen. By the time he is done the sun is starting to rise and the light is filtering through the window. In this thin morning light he sees Amy tiptoe tentatively through the living room dressed in her clothes from last night and holding her shoes in her hands.
"Hey." She says a little croakily. Pausing in the thin sliver of light, again he is struck by how beautiful she is.
"Hey." he says shyly unsure of the morning protocol for greeting your lover, oh god he moans internally he has a lover.
"I am gonna go now, okay?" she says
"Are you sure? Don't you don't want a cup of tea or a shower before you leave?" he asks holding out the kettle. Amy smiles at him, that lovely half smile she has that is always just for him.
"No, I think I should be going, I don't have any of my things here and I really did not intend on staying the night, last night was wonderful though."
Sheldon bows his head; it was wonderful, he is sure that he will be replaying certain aspects of it all day long.
"I can understand that, well goodbye." He tells her and she grabs her purse by the couch and heads out of the door. Then it strikes him that given the gravity of what happened between them, surely a more fitting goodbye is in order, and heedless of his lack of attire, he hurries out the door and catches her on the landing of the third floor
"Amy, wait." He calls using his long legs to stride quickly towards her he grabs her by the waist and gives her a kiss. Not as passionate as some of the kisses they shared last night but loaded with meaning.
"I love you, Sheldon." She tells him as he releases her.
"I love you, too." he tells her and then she hurries down the stairwell and it strikes him that it felt good to hear her call him Sheldon, not Cooper and he knows that the reality is so much better than the dream.
Sheldon heads back to the apartment and is shocked to see Leonard standing in the kitchen dressed in his robe making coffee. Drat! He curses in his head. When did he get back? How much did he hear and how much does he know? Leonard's back is to him and he hopes that maybe he can sneak back to his bedroom without being noticed and so avoid a lot of awkward questions. Sheldon tiptoes past Leonard as gracefully as he can, believing that he has been successful until Leonard turns around and asks.
"What are you doing tiptoeing around like Shaggy in a Scooby-Doo cartoon?" he asks him taking a sip from his coffee.
"I do not know what you are talking about; I was not 'tiptoeing' as you say. I was merely trying to avoid your company as your presence this early sans Penny can only mean that you two are fighting again and I do not wish to engage in your maudlin chit chat at this time of day." Sheldon says mustering up as much confidence as he can.
"Interesting. And it has nothing to do with why you were outside the apartment, dressed only in your robe?" Leonard asks raising his eyebrows.
"Uh-umm." Sheldon desperately searches for a plausible explanation for his lack of clothing. "I was sleep-walking; Mrs. Vartebeatian woke me before I plummeted to my death down the elevator shaft. We should send her a fruit basket as a thank you!" A touch of hysteria reaching his voice, he cannot let Leonard know what has transpired here last night. The teasing would be relentless and he had already endured enough over the course of the week.
"I never knew you were a sleepwalker. I must send my thanks to Mrs Vartebeatian for saving your life." Leonard says relenting slightly; he does not want to push Sheldon off the deep end, though he fully intends to have a lot more fun with his roommate before he reveals what he knows
Amy arrives home in a stupor; she can barely remember the drive to the apartment. Her emotions are flying high and she cannot decide what she wants to do next. Part of her wants to call Bernadette and Penny immediately and tell them every single detail of last night. Though she is all too aware of how the conversations will go. Penny will be way too excited and want to know every detail. Bernadette will ask how she is feeling and be really comforting until she breaks and asks Amy to clarify once and for all was it like the pickle or the banana?
Another part of her just wants to keep it to herself for a short while, a wonderful little secret, that she can reflect on in private. She fears that last night was a fluke, that the magic will never be repeated between them again because she knew that Sheldon had been trying to prove a point and punish her. Now that he had achieved his goal there was no reason for him to repeat the experiment. Amy remembers how wonderful it had been to fall asleep by his side, to feel his heartbeat thud against her hand as she laid it across his chest. Then she recalls the heartbreak of waking up alone, how she had laid there for a while waiting for him to return only to be disappointed.
But then there was the kiss goodbye that had moved her more than all the other kisses combined. He could have let her go without it, yet he had chased her down the stairs dressed only in his robe, and virtually made the earth move under her feet. What now she worries? How does one move on from this?
Amy takes a shower and putting on her most comfortable clothes she decides to take a day to herself. She turns off her phone, powers down her computer and puts on Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth.
Penny does not feel like going back home. Home is just across the hall from her fiancé, who she is in no mood to deal with right now. Though Penny loves him more than anything, his insecurities can be a little too much sometimes, and after the stunt he pulled last night she wants to make him sweat. Factoring in what Leonard told her about Sheldon's plans for last night she figures that Amy is the same boat that she is. Also as she now has no transport she is sure that Amy would be more than willing to drive the two hours to pick her up from the hotel. Penny tries texting her but there is no answer. After several further attempts to contact Amy go unanswered she is starting to get worried. Amy always answers Penny's calls immediately and this is not like her at all. Finally Penny gives up and calling a cab heads to Amy's apartment.
Penny knocks on Amy's door and she hears Amy call out.
"Who is it?"
"It's Penny open up!" she hears Amy get up and open the door, her face is blotchy as if she had been crying. "Oh god what did he do to you?" Penny asks concerned walking into the apartment.
"It is nothing, I was just watching Pride and Prejudice and you know how I feel about Mr. Darcy." Amy tells her walking back into the apartment and flopping down on the couch.
"OK, I may not be a genius like you but I can put two and two together. I know you only watch this mini-series when you are sad, also Leonard told me that Sheldon was babbling about punishing you. So what happened" Penny says sitting down beside her and Amy nods her head though she is still unsure if she wants to tell Penny about last night.
"When did you and Leonard get back?" Amy asks her trying to take the focus off of her.
"Oh, let me tell you a story! I had to take a cab here because Leonard left me at the hotel last night after we had a fight. The rat bastard drove all the way back home at one in the morning." Amy tries to damp down the panic that is rising inside her.
"Oh, my God! Why would he do that?" In her head she does the math, if he left the hotel at one, then he got back to the apartment around three. What were they doing at three? Time had lost all meaning last night. Amy cannot even remember what time they went to bed, could Leonard have heard them? If he had then he would have certainly told Penny about it right away. If he did know wouldn't he also have told Sheldon? Did Sheldon want him to know? Her heart is racing there are so many questions she needs answered.
"Well I kicked him out of the room and locked the door, but he could have curled on the floor outside." Penny tells her.
"Have you talked to him yet?" Amy's asks her.
"No, he has tried texting me a couple of times but I have ignored him." Penny tells her.
"You should look at them, I bet he is really sorry, you know, he is he is probably groveling at your feet right now." Amy tells her curious to find out what Leonard knows.
"Okay, you are right." Penny looks down at her phone and starts scrolling through the texts "It's just a bunch of pictures of the apartment, wow it is a mess. What did you and Sheldon do last night, some sort of experiment to see whose OCD was worse and who would give in and clean it?"
"We did engage in an experiment of sorts." Amy says coyly then Penny looks at the last text and lookup at Amy with her eyes opened wide. Penny throws her arms around her and gives her a bone crushing hug.
"Tell me everything!" she squeals
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If Penny seems selfish don't worry she redeems herself.