A/N: A totally different Shamy story than I'm used to writing. I'm just giving it a shot really. This is not a smut/lemon fic. Please, if anyone has any hateful comments or flames, keep them to yourself as I've had problems on my last two fanfictions, and it's totally unnecessary and pretty crushing to say the least. I have worked my butt off to keep Sheldon and Amy as in-character as possible! I really hope you enjoy this fic, because I can tell I'll love writing it! :)
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"Sheldon, I thought we were going to watch a movie tonight?" Amy complained, as she closed the magazine that she had borrowed from Penny.
Sheldon turned around in his desk chair and blinked.
"We are; I'm just going to finish composing this email." He replied, turning back to face the computer monitor.
Amy stood up and wandered over, peering over Sheldon's shoulder.
She rolled her eyes. "Sheldon, you can email the soy sauce manufacturer anytime. I have to leave by 11. I have work tomorrow."
"Amy. That soy sauce contained more black beanvariantthan I'm used to. It changed the flavour considerably." Sheldon argued.
"Who cares? And no, that is not an invitation for you to ramble about it for an hour." Amy replied, seeing Sheldon open his mouth to argue.
He closed it again and sighed. "Fine." He stood up and slotted a DVD into the player, before turning the lights out and settling into his spot.
Amy produced a sharing-size bag of popcorn from her bag and opened it, offering some to Sheldon.
"No thank you. We just had dinner." Sheldon declined as the opening credits rolled.
Amy shrugged and took a handful, before placing the popcorn bag on the floor.
Returning her gaze to the screen, her eyes widened in realisation.
"We're watching a horror movie?" She questioned.
"Yes." Sheldon replied, "And I haven't seen this one yet, so if you have, please don't spoil it."
"I haven't seen it either, Sheldon. I'm not so good with horror movies." Amy admitted.
"If you get scared, there's a pillow. Cover your eyes." Sheldon nodded towards the pillow on the couch next to Amy.
The two of them settled down and began to enjoy the horror movie (or in Amy's case; enjoy it as much as she could!)
There was the odd snort or scoff from Sheldon every so often, eventually followed by: "This movie is full of scientific inaccuracy. For one, ghosts don't exist, and if they did, I fail to see how a disembodied soul could cause physical harm to a living and breathing human being."
Amy frowned. "Maybe in a parallel universe, ghosts do exist." She countered.
Sheldon nodded. "You could be right."
"Sheldon, if you don't like the horror movie then why did you insist that we watch it?" Amy asked.
"I never said I didn't like it; I merely stated that it is scientifically inaccurate." He replied, his eyes still focused on the screen.
Amy was about to open her mouth to argue, when the ghost in the movie made a sudden movement, and the music hit a dramatic note.
Amy shrieked, and almost jumped into Sheldon's lap, flinging her arms around him.
Sheldon's body stiffened at this sudden physical contact and his eyes widened as he looked down at Amy, whose face was buried in his neck.
Seconds later, Amy realised exactly what she was doing and recoiled back to her spot on the couch, smoothing down her hair and not daring to meet Sheldon's eye.
When he did, he was eyeing her with a mixed look of shock and puzzlement.
"Sorry…I-I don't know what came over me. That ghost scared the hell out of me." Amy mumbled.
Sheldon eyed her warily for another second. "It's not real Amy, it's fiction. Would you like me to switch the DVD off?"
Amy nodded.
Sheldon clicked a button on the remote and ended the movie, turning off the TV screen with the other remote.
He leaned back in his seat, licking his lips as silence fell between them.
"Sheldon I'm sorry for throwing myself onto you. It wasn't my intention." Amy said again.
"It's okay…I mean it's not like we haven't cuddled before. Just please give me notice next time." Sheldon replied.
Amy nodded. "Well, I should get going." She cleared her throat and stood up, gathering her things.
"It's only 9:30," Sheldon replied. "We can play Counterfactuals or watch something else if you'd prefer."
"No, I'm getting tired, but thank you anyway…For a lovely night…I mean, before me throwing myself on you…I should go. Goodbye Sheldon." Amy hurried out of the door, leaving Sheldon confused.
As Leonard walked into the living room from his bedroom, he frowned at the now vacant space on the couch, and then looked to Sheldon, who was still stood up by the door, and still confused.
"Did Amy leave?" Leonard asked.
"Yes…We had an odd encounter." Sheldon replied.
"Oh, so the usual." Leonard commented.
"Leonard, please refrain from your sarcastic comments. Something happened between Amy and I, and I think she feels bad about it." Sheldon confided, moving to the kitchen to make some tea.
"What happened? Did you guys make out?" Leonard asked.
"No! Keep your ludicrous ideas to yourself. Why would I exchange saliva with anyone?"
Leonard rolled his eyes at his roommate.
"Well then what happened?"
"Amy…Jumped on me."
Leonard's eyes widened. "When you say 'jumped on you', what exactly do you mean?"
"We were watching a horror movie, the ghost suddenly appeared, and Amy shrieked and practically jumped on my lap and cuddled me, hiding her face in my neck." Sheldon explained.
"Well that's hardly a sexual advance Sheldon. Why are you worrying about that? Not so long ago, you were admitting that you are working on having a sexual relationship with her in the future, and you're worried by a little cuddling?" Leonard folded his arms.
"I'm not worried by it; Amy and I have cuddled before, as you know." Sheldon answered, "And we've kissed."
Leonard's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Wait, what?! You guys kissed? Since when?"
Sheldon rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Leonard. Why are you fixating on the unimportant? Yes, Amy briefly kissed me when she was drunk in the first year of our relationship, before we made it official."
"Well, wait…What? I mean, did you kiss her back?" Leonard spluttered.
Sheldon said nothing.
"Oh my God, you did, didn't you?" Leonard stared at him in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me? And why are you so afraid to kiss her again or touch her again?"
"Well, a) because I knew you would react like this, and b) because when we kissed, she vomited. And may I add to that, that it was not because of me, but because of the alcohol. That and I don't know how to kiss." Sheldon looked at the floor.
"It's easy you just do this…" Leonard pouted his lips and made a kissing noise.
Sheldon raised an eyebrow at his friend.
"That looks ridiculous."
"It doesn't if you're kissing someone as opposed to kissing the air." Leonard replied. "Anyway, why did Amy freak out after this…Whatever it was?"
Sheldon shrugged. "Maybe she has also come to the realisation that physical contact is pointless and felt bad about it."
"I highly doubt that." Leonard shook his head. "I think it's because she was worried that it freaked you out."
Sheldon made a face, and nodded.
"Well did it?" Leonard prompted.
"Not really. It didn't scare me so much as it confused me. Most of my thoughts were focused on trying to understand what social convention it was, but then she clarified that it was from fear." Sheldon replied.
"Look Sheldon, you need to reassure her. Tell her what you just told me. You know Amy wants a physical relationship with you…Hell; the poor girl wants a normal relationship with you! Don't make it too hard on her."
Sheldon sighed. "Alright, I'll text her. But Leonard, relax, she isn't that desperate to be physical with me; it's not like Amy is in love with me or anything!"…