Author's Note:

Happy 5th wedding anniversary to Sheldon and Amy!

I wanted to post something to celebrate, plus this is also marks the 1 year anniversary of me buying my first house (it was a few days later, but close enough). Also my parents recently bought a new house too. This works on so many levels, you guys.

Big thanks to my beta reader Stark and also my Shamy friend Uri for looking this over!

Enjoy!


Improper Persuasive Techniques as Used in Relocation Discussions


Amy had been waiting for the perfect moment for over a week, and now she knew it was finally here.

It was just approaching bedtime and Sheldon was already in his pajamas, settled under the covers with a comic book open on his lap. He'd had a good day at work (apparently Kripke published a new paper and Sheldon caught not one, not two, but three different typos in it), Amy had made him his favorite dinner (spaghetti with little pieces of cut-up hotdogs and strawberry Quik), and she had let him pick their evening entertainment (some space movie that she had zoned out during without even trying to hold his hand). There was no way her husband could be in a better mood unless Sweden were to suddenly call and give him another Nobel. If there was ever a good time to broach a sensitive subject with him, it was now.

Amy watched him from the doorway, running her opening line through her head once more.

"Sheldon," she said. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in starting a new project with me."

"That depends," he said, looking up from the comic. "What would the new project entail?"

Amy stepped farther into their bedroom, closing the door behind her before she started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Well, it would involve a lot of compare and contrasting, spatial reasoning, list making, financial analysis . . ." As she spoke she continued stripping down until she was in just her panties, then she turned and presented her backside to him while she dug through her dresser for a nightgown. She looked over her shoulder at him, noting he was still watching her although his eyes looked slightly glazed-over. She pulled the garment out and straightened back up. "A little light travel."

Sheldon snapped back to attention, putting the pieces together. "You want to move out?"

"Don't say it like that," she answered, throwing her nightgown over her head. "I just think it's time we started looking at houses. You know, see what's out there."

It was something Amy had actually been thinking about for a while. Penny's old apartment was fine for starting out, but she wanted more. With the Nobel Prize money they just received, they were likely never going to be in a better financial situation to make it happen.

"But why?" Sheldon whined, placing his comic book on his nightstand. "We have everything we need right here. We're close to work, Leonard and Penny are right across the hall, none of our other neighbors are objectionable, the crime rate is low for the area, I already know the bus routes, the—"

"This apartment isn't big enough," Amy interrupted him, knowing his objections would go on forever if she didn't. "And I distinctly remember someone saying he wanted fifteen kids."

Sheldon looked down at his lap, somewhat sheepishly. "It doesn't have to be fifteen," he said "As long as it's divisible by three, I think—"

"Is one bedroom divisible by three, Sheldon?"

"Alright, alright," he huffed. "I see your point." But he continued to keep his eyes down, now pouting. Amy pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and slipped in next to him.

"You're looking at this all wrong," she told him. "Don't focus so much on leaving this apartment, focus on everything we stand to gain."

Sheldon met her gaze, but his expression didn't soften.

"We'll have a lot more space," Amy continued. "Maybe you can finally have your train room."

"Hmm . . ."

"I'll let you create our packing schematic." She scooted closer to him. "You can supervise the whole process."

"Do you mean that? Because you didn't take any of my suggestions when you moved out of your apartment."

Amy met his skeptical look with a sweet smile. "Of course. This time will be different."

"I don't know . . ."

"Maybe you're right, maybe it's too much to deal with." She leaned in closer and lowered her voice. "I mean, just think of all the paperwork that's involved."

He didn't respond to this, however she did notice his Adam's apple bob.

"Credit reports, bank statements, copies of tax returns," she listed, now whispering in his ear. "Construction contracts, offer letters, purchase agreements. We'd have to get a notary to—"

Amy suddenly found herself on her back with Sheldon on top of her pinning her to the bed. His eyes were narrowed down at her.

"You think you can seduce me into leaving my home by talking about extensive paperwork and notarized documents?"

His body pressed into hers in a way that left very little doubt.

"Yes."

"Vixen."

Sheldon leaned down and covered her mouth with his own before she could say anything else.

"So we can look?" she asked when he broke away to take a breath.

"Well, I'll have to do some research first," he said. "We need to know what neighborhoods are in the best school districts—"

Amy pulled his face back down to hers, cutting him off, kissing him harder than she ever had before. Things quickly became heated and Amy arched into him, moaning, high from her victory and the sensation of his hands now roaming over her. Just as she was starting to pull off his pajama top, though, he suddenly froze above her, tearing his mouth away.

"My spot."

"What?" she gasped, squirming under him. Amy tried to bring his head back down to reinitiate the kiss but he wouldn't budge.

"You better hope Leonard and Penny are willing to get a new couch, because I'm not moving out without my spot."