Hi all! First try at a Shamyfic. I've also never done anything with more adult content so bare with me. It is normally not my thing, but this plot will call for a bit of it I believe.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or any of it's characters. I also don't own The Princess Bride even if I'd like to.

When Amy met Sheldon she had previously had very little interest in a romantic relationship. However, she had been pleased at the prospect of friendship with the infamous Dr. Cooper. In fact, she was pleased to be friends with anyone if she was honest with herself. The truth was she actually had found it opened her up to very many relationships and new experiences and this was besides Penny and the gang. Even at the lab, before she made friends with the rest of Sheldon's group, when their conversations had been limited to text and Skype, she had found she actually had begun to engage in simple things like chit chat with some of her colleagues.

She was aware, of course, that they still found her strange, but she was also finally aware that half of them were just as peculiar as she was. That was now that she would finally speak to them. Sometimes the conversations were awkward, but overall they were pleasant. She was evolving, adapting to her environment. She was not changing who she was. She was making it better.

Then she met the gang. Oh, how Penny had changed things for her. There was a time when she would have dropped her friendship with Sheldon like a hot potato if Penny had requested it. She was happy to finally be friends with one of the cool girls. Amy knew this would have been shallow and she was grateful she had not now that she and Sheldon had been going out for nearly two years. But the fact still remained that Penny had opened her up, introduced her to new ideas, behaviors, people.

Zach.

Sometimes she still thought about him when she was alone in bed or in the shower with only Gerard as a company. And this was probably why she was in her living room staring at Sheldon's shoes awkwardly. She knew he was watching her carefully. Amy could feel it.

"I understand that you have… desires just like all everyone else, but I must admit-" Sheldon stopped and she warranted a small glance up from his knees to his face. His body was facing hers, but his eyes were cast at the back of the sofa. "I'm not pleased you are thinking about Zach."

Her mouth was dry as she tried to recall how this awkward conversation had begun. Oh that was right it had been date night and she had requested they spend it in her apartment. She had even picked out a movie she thought would have all the stops for Sheldon, Star Trek. Unfortunately it was not the one she placed in the DVD slot. Instead she had placed the Princess Bride. Amy could have replaced it easily, but Sheldon had been unnaturally sweet about the mishap, at least after a brief explanation.

"Amy… this is not Star Trek."

"I know. Let me just get that. It must be in the case for this movie."

"What is this anyway?" Sheldon inquired as the handsome lead entered the screen.

"The Princess Bride." She said a bit shocked he had never seen it even if he was Sheldon Cooper.

"That sounds- romantic." He meant it as an insult she knew, but he paused as though reconsidering his statement. She fumbled through her DVDs before she found the right one. "But…" he continued "Maybe I should not be so quick to judge things before I watch them."

Amy shot him a quizzical glance. "You want to watch this movie? What about Star Trek?" She could not keep the mixture of shock and skepticism out of her voice. Sheldon was not always great with tone, but he did not miss it this time.

"I'm nothing, if not adaptable."

Amy could not help it. She snorted in the most unlady-like fashion. Sheldon did a double take at her, his eyes previously on the screen. He gave her a haughty look and when she tried to eject the disk after stopping the DVD Sheldon actually snatched the remote from her hands. She was a little shocked at this sudden movement, as it was not in Sheldon's habit to move quickly unless out of fear.

"Sheldon, don't be stubborn. You won't enjoy this movie."

"I'm nothing, if not adaptable." He repeated with child.-like insolence.

"I… alright." Amy gave in. If anything she was glad she would not have to watch Star Trek. "Didn't know you were into that kind of thing." She jested elbowing him very lightly before taking the remote out of his hand.

She saw him give her a side long look as he shifted slightly away from her. "I'm not, but you are." He stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the universe.

Before she could protest to what he said, he went on "I know this is your favorite film." Amy began to wonder if Sheldon was admitting to clairvoyance because she was sure she had never mentioned this to him before. "At least probably." he clarified. "The case is very worn. My Star Trek case looks like that" He said the last part softly.

"Oh." She felt a little warm and fuzzy, but more or less awed at Sheldon's observation. Amy finally managed to give him a little smile. "Well thank you, Sheldon." Her tone was matter-of-fact. "I appreciate it." She leaned back on the sofa next to him and pressed play.

When they arrived at the part where Buttercup realizes Westley is alive and they embrace at the bottom of the hill she saw Sheldon shift uncomfortably. Up until that point he seemed to be tolerating, if not actually enjoying the movie. The sword-fight scene had definitely had him on the edge of his seat. Amy realized they had never watched any sort of romantic films at least not when they were alone together. She lifted her legs up next to her on the sofa as a barrier and shifted her body away from him so that perhaps she would appear more casual and allow Sheldon the physical space he needed.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him give her a brief glance as he lifted his arm up to the edge of the sofa and relaxed more. Ah, she knew him well. It was not in her best interest to have him thinking she was pressuring him for physical intimacy. To be honest this was intimate even for her.

When the couple on screen began kissing Amy let out a sigh. This movie was so romantic, but in a good way. Sheldon looked at her again as though she better not have been getting any ideas. She was quite sure he was about to vocalize it too when the narrator's grandson expressed his displeasure at the kissing as well.

"Oh good. Someone else at least understands how unnecessary that is to the story line." Sheldon stated, his voice a little high-pitched.

Amy shot him a dirty look. "Yeah well that boy is eleven. You are a 33 year old man." She turned to face the screen again "Besides, I think its sweet. They are in love. That's what people do when they are in love."

She had been expecting him to turn back to the screen as well, but he kept staring at her as though she had grown three extra heads. After a minute or two she could take it no longer and paused the movie.

"What, Sheldon?" She asked huffing. He was ruining one of her favorite parts.

He looked at her shyly for a second. "But, Amy, we don't do that."

Well if this was not a profession of love she was not sure what was. Sheldon, for his part, seemed completely oblivious to the implications of his statement. Her mouth hung open. She had no idea what to say. In romantic movies she was pretty sure this would have been the time where she leaned over and passionately kissed him, but Amy was too shocked to respond.

Sheldon seemed to take her silence as a refutation of their relationship status. He looked forlorn and Amy realized a little heart-broken. "I'm sorry." He finally said. "I just- I thought that- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Amy. It seems I misunderstood the nature of our relationship."

"Sheldon." She finally said, but it was all she could say at first. They stared at each other.

"You love me?"

The poor man looked very uncomfortable being put on the spot. "I know you told me a long time ago that you thought romantic love was a useless societal construct, but I admit my feelings had changed on the subject. I thought yours had too, but I can see that I was-"

"Sheldon" She interrupted, "Answer the question."

"I love many things, despite what people think. I want to make a clear distinction-" He paused. "I do love you, but I am also in love with you. I thought that you felt the same." Sheldon seemed honest. She was shocked to be having this conversation and a little miffed at how clinical he sounded.

"Sheldon, I do love you." He seemed startled by her statement. So was Amy really. She had not expected to tell him that for at least another few months or until he initiated a kiss himself. Whichever one had come first.

"I know, but it's not the same thing." He said shifting uncomfortably. "Perhaps I have made things awkward between us. Could I propose we do another relationship reboot?"

"No."

"Oh." He seemed disappointed. "Do you want to terminate our relationship?" He said shakily. "I'd like to at least remain friends if we have to. I enjoy time with you very much Amy Farrah Fowler."

"No."

He looked so confused and she wanted to kiss that look off of his face, but she did not think initiating that form physical contact would help the situation. "Sheldon." She said as sweetly as she could, leaning forward to take his hand. It was tense in her own. "I am in love with you too."

He seemed to let out the breath he had been holding and finally smiled to himself.

"Well, of course, you do." He leaned back with a smile, still holding her hand. "Okay, good. Let's watch the movie."

Now it was Amy's turn to stare at her boyfriend like he had grown twelve extra heads. "Sheldon, we just confessed our love for each other and you want to go back to watching the movie?"

He looked at her confused. "Well I thought you knew. Why else would I have asked you to be my girlfriend?"

Whoa.

"Sheldon!" She squeaked. He had been in love with her for that long? She thought she surely cared for him longer than he had cared for her, but it seemed she was wrong. She had only been certain she loved him now for the past few months.

He flinched at her shrill voice. "What?"

"Sheldon, you loved me for that long?"

"Well… yes." He was staring directly at her now. Half of her wanted to smile, but she needed time to digest this information.

"Amy, forgive me, but you don't look too pleased with this revelation. I thought you would be happy." He squeezed her hand in his own. "I don't understand you women." She looked him in the eye and mustered enough strength to give him a much weaker dirty look at his vaguely sexist comment, but his face was so sincere that she thought she might like to kiss him again.

"Sheldon." She said leaning closer until they the tips of their noses were nearly touching. His back pressed firmly against the back of the sofa. He was trapped.

"Amy, I-"His eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and her lips. She thought sadly it seemed to be making sure they would not get any closer rather than out of desire.

She leaned away from him letting go of his hand. So much for kissing. At the sudden empty space in front of him Sheldon seemed to look confused.

"I thought you were going to kiss me for a second there." He said bluntly with a nervous sort of laugh, as he relaxed back into position and awkwardly placed his hands this way and that, unsure what to do with them now that she had let go of his.

"I was."

"Oh. You know I'm uncomfortable with that kind of contact."

"I know."

After a long awkward silence, "Why didn't you?" He seemed genuinely curious as he looked at the couple on the screen. She furrowed her brows in response. "You just said that, that's what couples in love do." He continued.

"Like I said, I know you are uncomfortable with that." She eyed him curiously. "Do you want me to kiss you?" She felt the butterfly flutter in her chest mercilessly.

He shifted in his seat. "I- I admit that your statement about it being what couples in love do makes me uncomfortable that you did not. As you know I find myself a slave to some societal conventions unfortunately. If you did or did not kiss me I suppose I would still be uncomfortable either way."

She knew this was his invitation for her to kiss him, but she also knew he did not want it because he really wanted it. He only wanted it because he thought he was supposed to have it.

"Sheldon, I am not going to do something you find physically revolting and then say I love you. That's not right. I'm not going to do that to you. I need to stop pressuring you. You and Raj made that very clear to me. That is not what relationships are about."

"Amy- I don't find the thought of kissing you revolting." Her eyebrows went into her hairline. The man was full of surprises tonight.

"Then why don't you want to kiss me?"

"I'm uncomfortable with touch in general and with most people it's about germs and intimacy. With you perhaps- it's just the intimacy." He was honest to a fault and it stung.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Sheldon. If that's what you are worrying about."

"I know." They sat there staring at each other for a long time. "I'm afraid I've ruined this evening." Sheldon slouched into himself awkwardly when Amy did not reply for another long pause.

"Amy, say something." Amy knew it was illogical, but she wanted to cry. Her boyfriend had just admitted he loved her, was in love with her and yet she was sadder than she had felt in a long while. Sheldon seemed to notice that her eyes were tearing up.

"Oh Amy, I'm sorry. Please don't cry. I'm not good with these sort of things."

"I know. It's alright- I just-" And like that the tears were flowing. She could no longer help it. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged herself. She did not want to ask it of Sheldon.

He stared at her his eyes wide in abject horror. He flailed his arms around on either side of her attempting to position himself for a hug, but never actually touching her. After about a minute of this Amy had enough.

"Don't touch me, Sheldon." She bit out harshly. He was taken aback by her tone and the ferocity in her eyes. "If you don't want to touch me Sheldon, then I don't- I don't know what I want."

"Amy." He whispered. "I love you."

And all that anger vanished, but it did not mean she was happy. Amy felt bad. She truly did. She did not want Sheldon to feel uncomfortable nor did she wish the evening to end badly, but she was unsure she could sit through the rest of the movie after this- whatever this was.

She took his hand again. She hoped this would make it alright because she did not know another way. He seemed confused, but he gripped her hand tightly in his own. She stared at their intertwined fingers and suddenly started laughing. His hands looked almost comically large. It was weird what you noticed when you were upset.

Sheldon's smile turned into a frown. He must have thought she was insane. "Amy. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing. It's just. Your hand is so big."

He seemed insulted and he made to pull his hand from her, but she did not loosen her grip.

"No. I like it."

"You like my hands?" His own eyebrows were in his hairline as they locked eyes.

"Very much so."

He looked down at their hands too. "I think your hands are just small, Amy Farrah Fowler." He reached over with his other hand and gave a gentle stroke to each of her knuckles before smiling at her in the most coy way. Her heart melted.

"Are you done crying now, Amy? Because if you are I'll tell you a secret." His voice was especially soothing.

She nodded her head in affirmation. Giving him a smile as she wiped the rest of her tears on the back of her other arm. Another breathy giggle sounded from her throat.

"I like your hands too."

It was not the same as hearing a compliment about one's eyes, mouth, or breasts, but it was something from Sheldon and Amy felt herself blushing despite herself.

"Amy… if I hugged you now would you be offended? Because I would like to hug you now."

"Sheldon you don't have-" She started to say, not looking forward to a repeat performance of his interpretation of a bird, but he cut her short by sliding his one hand between her knees and body and the other around her back pulling him towards her.

"I want to."

And he was so warm she could not protest as she felt his chin on top of her head. She tensed for a moment before sinking into him. Her head slid onto his shoulder so she was now staring at his neck. His breathing was deep and more relaxed than it ever had been when they embraced. Maybe it was a good sign, but she was not sure if she dared hope.

"It's very late, Amy." Sheldon started, as Amy glanced at the clock under her television. It was 11:03. PM. "I don't know if you would like to continue the movie. I would not want to ask you to drive me home right now either. Perhaps we can make you some tea and I'll spend the night." After a beat or two, "On the sofa of course."

"You could bear not finishing the movie?"

"We'll finish it another time." She noticed his left eye-twitch.

"Sheldon, why don't you take it home with you tomorrow? I can see that you are uncomfortable."

"I-Perhaps I'll take off work tomorrow and we can finish it now. I could work late Monday. We could make an impromptu date of it tomorrow."

"You don't do impromptu dates, Sheldon."

"Well we are not going to make this a habit." He said quickly. "But I'm willing to be more flexible just this once. I find-"He rubbed her shoulder a bit, "I'm not ready to go just yet anyway."

"Alright. Well in that case I'll take off work too and you can sleep in my bed. I'll take the sofa. You are much too tall for this thing."

He smiled down at her and she smiled back up at him. "Thank you, Amy."

Taking the remote, Sheldon put his arm around Amy's shoulder a little awkwardly as she leaned into him. She knew this would not be something he would make habit of either, but she would take it for the night.

By the time the movie ended it was much past Sheldon's bed time so Amy peered up at him to see if his soft breathing meant he'd fallen asleep. She was surprised to see he was not. He was actually just sincerely relaxed.

She hated that she needed to get up when she was so comfortable and they were being so intimate, but she did want to have to deal with Sheldon tensing up on her so she slowly pulled away.

"Alright, Sheldon. I'm going to get some new sheets for the bed and bring my own out here. I think that should be amenable to you."

"That's fine, Amy. I don't mind sleeping in your sheets. You are the only person I know who has hygiene habits up to my standard. Plus I know you take a shower before bed."

Her cheeks heated despite herself. She was 32 years old. This was not acceptable. Sheldon looked at her quizzically, apparently once more unaware of the implication of his statement. That was almost the sweetest thing about him. He looked at her quizzically.

"Amy, you look flushed." He was analyzing her face differently than he normally did, but she knew sometimes, sometimes he would do this while she wasn't looking and she hoped it meant something more than just being observational. It was actually incredibly sexy so Amy decided to cool her engines down before she made a fool of herself again.

"Sheldon." She said turning away from him to get some linens from her room. "I'd appreciate if you don't tell anyone that I cried tonight."

"I wouldn't."

"I know, but all the same." She called out weakly from her room. When she came back with her sheets he was standing by the bathroom door across the small hallway. He seemed taller in such an enclosed space.

Hoo.

Welp. Definitely time for a cold shower.

"Alright. I made the bed for you. Let me just put these down on the sofa and I'll give you one of the emergency sets of clothes and you left at my apartment." She smiled to herself. "Look at that. We finally needed them."

"Indeed." Sheldon said, his voice quiet, much quieter than usual. Amy supposed he must be tired, but she was uncertain. His arms were crossed over his chest, which indicated he was somewhat uncomfortable, but it seemed like he was nervous more than closed off. He kept staring at her, but she could not meet his eyes. Sheldon was looking at her as though she was some kind of puzzle and it was nerve-racking in its own way. Normally Amy did not have a problem meeting his eyes anymore, but after the night she was admittedly self-conscious. She hoped she had not made a fool of herself completely.

She dumped the sheets onto the sofa and went to a drawer to pull out his clothing. She placed it on top of dresser instead of handing it to him. She knew it was a little odd, but she was feeling unusually shy after her emotional outbreak. He seemed to notice and walked over to grab his clothing with a puzzled look on his face. It was interesting for Sheldon to be invading her personal space when normally it was the other way around.

Amy finally gathered the courage to look up at him and she gave him a weak smile in an attempt to wipe the slight frown off of his face.

"Amy, are you sure you are alright now?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I'm just this way when I get a little tired."

He nodded unconvinced. His face a little bit perplexed still as he turned from her to her bedroom.

"I'm just going to shower so if you need anything I'll be out in five minutes."

He turned from her bedroom door and said "I'll make some tea for bed." He gave her a smile and seemed far away for a moment. He touched the doorframe to her room and after a moment snapped out of his thoughts. She wondered briefly if this would be what it was like to live with Sheldon.

Amy gave him a smile which he returned with another smile as he closed her bedroom door. She tried to be as quick as possible in the shower, which was not hard because she kept the water cool. When she came out Sheldon was already putting some teabags in some cups of hot water.

"That was fast" they both said at the same time and laughed. Maybe she was feeling better.

Sheldon stood as she sat at one of the counter chairs. They stared at each other over the counter smiling like fools.

"I guess all you needed was a shower."

"I guess so." Amy said.

Suddenly Sheldon shifted and the comfortable air in the room changed.

"Amy." He said far too seriously. "I want to ask you something."

"Anything, Sheldon."

"I didn't mean to pry, but I saw something in you room that- that I want to ask you about."

Amy felt her blood run cold like it used to when she thought her mother had found some incriminating evidence in her room. She could not make a guess for the life of her what Sheldon could have possibly found. She was certain she had nothing strange in her home. Then she remembered Penny's gift and her heart beat increased.

Sheldon took her silence as a sign to continue as he pulled something out of pocket and placed it on the counter.

"What is this?" He said gesturing to the very apparent sex toy he had just placed on the counter.

Amy was mortified on three different levels. Firstly, Sheldon had touched a personal item of hers without her permission, secondly he was bringing up a subject she was sure they were both not ready for, and thirdly, he had touched a VERY personal item of hers. She could only imagine he must have known what it was, but was looking for confirmation for some reason she could not fathom because all she could think was he willingly touched something that had touched her-

Hoo.

But the neuroscientist remembered the first issue and felt a spark of anger. It wasn't a great spark, but it was enough to give her confidence to reply.

"I think you know what that is."

He looked startled at the boldness of her tone. She was certain he expected her to apologize profusely for its presence or for her so carelessly leaving it out in the open. He seemed speechless if anything. She raised her eyebrow as if daring him to say something. He looked back at the item on the counter and to her face a couple of times before shaking his head and staring at the floor.

"Well." He finally said awkwardly. "Aren't you going to say anything?" He tried to give her an incredulous look. He folded his arms over his chest and cast her a wide-eyed look. He was trying to look serious, but it was hard when he was wearing one of her bathrobes which had sleeves much too short for him.

"What is there to say? It's my vibrator." Sheldon visibly cringed at her words.

"Amy please-"

"It's not a dirty word, Sheldon." She paused, feeling the anger bubbling. "Grow up."

Sheldon looked at Amy and he seemed hurt by her words. The second time of the night, but she knew she was right this time with all certainty.

"I-" he started seemingly about to defend himself before losing all his confidence. "Yes. I suppose I should."

"Hey, Sheldon." She said reaching her hand across the counter to touch his. "I'm sorry. That was a bit rash, but I feel… I feel the sentiment still stands."

He peered up at her through eyelashes. "I know." He retracted his hand and placed it on top of hers to pat the back of her hand a few times. He gave her a weak smile.

"Good night, Amy."

She was startled at the abrupt end of their conversation, but decided it was best left alone. She pocketed her- stress reliever before going to the sofa to lay down.

Sometime around three in the morning she heard a creaking from the hallway and guessed Sheldon had needed to use the bathroom.

Amy sat up when she heard the creaking enter the living room. She turned on the light next to her to come face to face with Sheldon. He looked a little surprised he was caught in the act.

"Shouldn't have drunk that tea before bed." He finally said sheepishly.

"Bathroom is that way." She said raising her eyebrow. It was something he knew.

"I know… I actually already went. I came in here because I wanted to talk to you."

"It's so late, Sheldon." Amy said huffing.

"I know, but I couldn't sleep. It was bothering me."

"What was bothering you?"

He was silent for a little while. He stood staring up at her and then back at the ground a few more times before he spoke. "Your vibrator."

"I- Sheldon, I'm really not sure what there is to talk about. For someone with no interest in physical intimacies yet a clearly healthy endocrine system you are aware of people's needs. I'm no different." She was being as clinical as he was earlier that night.

"But you are- you see I'm aware most people conjure up images in their heads while- masturbating." It was like a dirty word to him, she knew, but he made the effort to speak about it maturely.

"Okay…" Amy said adjusting her glasses on the tip of her nose. She really did not know where he was going with this, but it seemed like he was looking for more than just an affirmation of his last statement. "And you are wondering what? What I think about?"

The premise that he might want to know her sexual fantasies would in any other context have been very arousing, but Sheldon did not seem aroused at the prospect. In fact, he seemed quite worried. He nodded his head.

Amy shifted over on the sofa to make room for Sheldon. His awkwardly standing there was making her nervous. She placed a pillow between them because this conversation was much too uncomfortable for even her.

"Sheldon, that's very personal."

He looked at her and she saw his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed his eyes wide. He was clearly worried he had overstepped some sort of boundary and in a sense he had, but Amy was not offended just unaware of how honest one should be on the subject of masturbation.

"I know, but I find myself- unhappy at the thought of you conjuring images of other men."

"You mean, you are jealous?"

He looked at her as though that were the most impossible thing, but finally admitted "I suppose the evidence does support that."

"Sheldon, everyone masturbates. You shouldn't be jealous."

"Let's say that everyone does-" Implying even himself she supposed. Her heart jumped a bit at the thought. "Not everyone does it the same way." Sheldon was phrasing his words painfully slow and with caution.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean not everyone needs images."

"Are you saying you never thought about a woman when…"

Sheldon was staring at his hands in his lap as though they were the most interesting thing. She did not need to complete her sentence as he gave a small nod, but then thought better of it.

"I- well sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Well you see until recently I did not need an image to achieve… release. In truth, I still don't really need one though, but recently I- recently I have thought about someone. And it makes me wonder who you think about."

Amy felt her own surge of jealousy. It was one thing to know that your boyfriend masturbated, but another thing when this mystery person would be the soul being responsible for his orgasm.

"Who is that?" She heard herself saying before she could stop herself.

Sheldon looked at her as though she had suddenly grown an extra-head. "Amy" He said softly. "Who do you think?"

Amy frowned. "I don't know. Penny?" She wished she could take it back the moment she said it. She loved Penny dearly and part of it was her charm. Maybe Sheldon was not so immune himself.

"Penny?" He repeated looking at her like she and her extra head were on drugs. "No. Amy, don't make me say." His face was as red as a beet.

And suddenly it dawned on her. Amy felt her cheeks flush with equal verocity. "Are you saying that…" She bought her hand to her own chest. " Are you saying that you- " She weakly pointed at herself and Sheldon nodded in affirmation, giving her the shyest of any smiles she had ever seen.

After a moment of silence Sheldon continued. "I recently began researching on the subject. I had thought for a long time I was asexual, but I found myself very attracted to you Amy Farrah Fowler. I think, though I'm not probably qualified to diagnose myself on this, that I'm something that might be called demisexual. I read up online and it seems that certain people are only attracted to their romantic partners. I realize though that this is rare and you more than likely to not suffer from the same affliction and I find myself bothered at the thought of you pleasing yourself to other men."

The idea of being someone's soul desire made Amy's heart swell, but at the same time a strange sense of guilt washed over her. She could not return those feelings for Sheldon. She had attraction for other men, though she only truly desired him.

"Do you- do you want to break up with me?"

Sheldon stared her dead in the eye, his eyes dark. "No, Amy Farrah Fowler. What good would that do? I already want you."

Hoo.

"Sheldon…" She needed to lift some of the tension in the room. She was on the verge of mauling him. "I- that's really hot." She blurted out lamely.

Sheldon had the decency to flush rather than chastise her. He gave her an impish grin and chuckled nervously. "You think so?"

Wait a minute… he didn't mind the idea of being hot? This was a new revelation. The night was full of them.

"I do." She said returning to him her own shy smile.

"I know I struggle with romantic behaviors, but I want you to know I find you beautiful Amy Farrah Fowler." Her heart was jumping at a madden rate as he reached out his hand to cup her cheek.

Amy was pretty much speechless. She open and closed her mouth a few times unable to think of any coherent thing to say. It seemed like he might actually kiss her, but then he pulled his hand away before facing forward on the sofa. "And I want you to know now cause I don't want to have to say it again."

Amy wanted to be offended, but his petulance and the Sheldoness of the phrase made her laugh.

"I think about you too, Sheldon."

He looked at her quizzically for a second. He had obviously been distracted by his own confession to forget he was still curious about her own self-abusing habits. "When I- " she made a broad sweeping gesture that in no way would seem to represent masturbation, but Sheldon caught it by some miracle.

"Ah." His face seemed to grow hotter and she watched him pull the collar of his shirt away from his neck. Amy would be lying if she said she was not pleased she was having some sort of effect on him even if he seemed highly uncomfortable. He sat there for a moment before he seemed oddly disenchanted with the idea.

"What's wrong, Sheldon?"

He looked at her again and she felt the same guilty feeling. "Yes, but you don't only think of me."

Amy turned away and leaned back on the sofa. She had not even realized she was inching her way toward him.

"Well- no, but-"

"It's okay, Amy I realize that's not really possible for most people. I realize that I could greatly decrease those thoughts in you were we to become intimate though. "

Was he saying he wanted to be intimate or just that he only wanted her to think about him?

"I admit that is a bit selfish" Sheldon continued. "But I don't just want to be intimate with you because of that, but I suppose its added incentive to speed up the process which I'm sure for you is going at a glacial pace. I swear that I'm-" He was rambling and Amy had no idea how to stop him.

Well she had one idea and she was going to try it.

"Sheldon- May I kiss you?"

Bit of a cliffhanger, I know. But I want to see what you all think before I continue.
I love criticism because it's the only way to improve.

I believe I kept them in character, but thoughts are appreciated.

I will be getting around to where the fic comes in soon. Probably within the next chapter.