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You Gotta Sleep Sometime

Sheldon really had not given much thought to what would happen after. Even during the highly embarrassing process of trying on 15 different types of Condoms (rendered more pleasant when he realized he needed the largest size), he assured himself his interest in prophylactics was only theoretical and he was only being prepared. They were, he told himself, for emergencies. Apparently Amy was now an emergency.

His emergency was lying on her stomach, resting her head on her hands, gazing out the window at the passing moonlit fields. He reached out and stroked her hair, "Come on, it is time to sleep."

Amy turned her head and smiled at him, "Do we have long day of activity planned for tomorrow?" she asked, "Cuz I thought we were just going to be looking out the windows and eating." She giggled as he pulled her away from the window and flipped her on her back. He put a pillow under her head and pulled the covers up.

"It just so happens we have a busy schedule." Sheldon said, lying next to her.

"Was this on the schedule?" She asked.

"Sort of." He hedged. "I had this time marked off as evening activities."

"Do we have any more activity time on the schedule?" he could hear her smiling.

"Yes."

"Sweet!" she suddenly kissed him on the lips, "Then I will clearly need to rest up. Good night." She rolled off him and began to pretend sleep with light snoring.

"Really sleep." He scolded, poking her.

"I can't really sleep if you poke me." Then she laughed, and muttered, "poked… hee hee."

"So you are not going to settle down."

"Probably not for a while." She began waving her hands over her face. "All your fault." She sang sweetly.

Sheldon bundled her into his arms and spooned behind her, "All right. I am going to tell you as story. Encounter at far point…"

"Wait!" Amy struggled a little, bargaining, "I'll be good!"

"Too late." He whispered. "The scene opens with…"

Try another tactic… "You could spank me," she purred, smiling over her shoulder.

"It is hardly a punishment since it seems you like it so much." He kissed her mouth, "besides, we need to save something for tomorrow."

"That sounds fun! I know what my punishment for having the post-coital fidgets should be. You should tell me what happened after I fell asleep when we saw the Hobbit…" Amy whispered back. He'd been threatening to do that since it happened. And she wouldn't have to hear him do the voice of Wesley Crusher, before Wil Wheaton's testicles descended and he became a little less girly.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Wheels of cheese. So many wheels of cheese…" her voice was haunted.

"Fine we'll start from then…" Sheldon kissed her cheek and began to recount the all the hard core middle earth action in soft voice. She passed right out.

Now, he couldn't sleep.

Fantastic.

And he was holding a warm, naked Amy Farrah Fowler in his arms, so it wasn't like his brain had full access to the blood supply so he could perform his usual sleep routine.

Maybe he should wake her up. Maybe if they had a third round of intercourse he could sleep as well.

No. Absolutely not. Since he wished for co-sleeping to be a regular event (part of tomorrow's activities would be renegotiating areas of the relationship agreement.) it would be necessary to not piss her off. Also she looked sweet when she slept.

There was only one thing to do. Keep talking about the Hobbit. That would put anyone to sleep."

He began to sing…

"Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates –"

Sheldon got to the third stanza and then he passed right out.

A/N: I fall asleep at all Tolkien movies… Wow… two more movies… I hope we get more dwarf back story…