Hello, lovelies! Back in 2016, I did a 'Shamy Advent Calendar' over on Tumblr. I would post a one-shot every day up until Christmas. And, given how fun it was last year, I decided to do it again!

So, every day I'll be uploading a new one-shot until December! 25 fics! They'll all range in rating from K through M, some will be Christmas themed, while others won't be. Some will be overly cheesy, while some may be overly smutty! It's a surprise every day!

With that said, I hope you enjoy '2017 Shamy Advent Calendar!'

For today, an overly cheesy one-shot! And a thank you to my best friend and Beta reader, Lyndsey! This wouldn't have been possible without you!

December First: Decorations

Amy's feet ached as she trudged up the stairs to her and Sheldon's apartment. The day could not have gone any more wrong. Her interns— given to her when she returned from her Princeton fellowship— were imbeciles and managed to destroy two blood samples by dropping them onto the tile floor after spilling it. Not only that, someone had dinged her car door when she was walking back from Pavilions with a bag full of vegetables for tonight's dinner. All she wanted to do now was get home, make dinner, and soak herself in a hot bath with Epsom salts and a glass of wine.

She opened the door and didn't bother looking at Sheldon before saying, "I'm home."

"Hello, Amy," she heard Sheldon say as she moved through the living room and into the kitchen. She set the bag of groceries down and then turned around to see Sheldon. Her eyes widened when she found him surrounded by several cardboard boxes. Behind him was a half-assembled Christmas tree. Amy frowned and tilted her head at her fiancé. Last she checked, Sheldon hated Christmas and anything to do with it. Especially decorating…

"What's this?"

"It's December first," Sheldon answered with a smile.

Amy nods, "It is… and?"

Sheldon gestured to the boxes, "You told me that you always decorate for Christmas on December first," he said, "so I took the liberty of going to our storage unit and taking out your Christmas decor."

Amy smiled and looked at Sheldon with soft eyes, "Sheldon's that's so nice… wait, how did you—"

"I had Penny take me," Sheldon answered.

Her smile grew and she walked over to him by weaving through the piles of boxes. She wrapped her arms around him and took in his fresh talc scent. The scent of home, "Thank you so much, Sheldon. This day has been terrible, this is a nice surprise."

Sheldon hummed and she felt him rest his head atop hers as he answered, "Well, I know how much you enjoy Christmas, and I must admit that I've grown fond of the holiday since living with you. So it seems fitting that we decorate together as a soon-to-be-married couple."

She laughed softly against his chest and pulled away from their hug to look up at him. He was such a handsome specimen. With eyes of blue and the slightest hint of stubble peppering his jaw. He smiled down at her and Amy could see the slightly crooked front tooth that he was so self-conscious of. She was immensely lucky, with all his quirks, she really did find an amazing man.

"When did you become such a sweetheart?" Amy asked out loud, even though she meant for it to stay in her head.

Sheldon blushed and she watched his Adam's apple bob in a gulp, "It's always been there, my dear. You just have a tendency to bring out the hippie side of me."

Amy grinned, "I like your hippie side."

"Well don't get too used to it," Sheldon teased with a wink, "Savor this while you can because come December 26th, this is all being put away."

She giggled and shook her head and began to open up the various boxes of decorations.

Sheldon bent down to pick up the last piece of the tree and connected it to center. He began fluffing up the fake branches and Amy, after digging through the first two boxes, began untangling the lights from last year. Luckily, Sheldon had wrapped them up well enough last year that there were only two troublesome knots for her to loosen.

They strung the lights, all while discussing what the other did. Amy complained about her interns while Sheldon— being Sheldon— complained about everything. Finally, after some trial and error, Amy stepped back and admired their work. While she was more partial to clear lights, Sheldon's pick of multi-colored looked just as beautiful in their apartment.

Already, the apartment began to smell like the cinnamon and clove potpourri Amy had stored in one of the boxes from last year and already, she felt the dresses of the day melt away. Christmas had always been Amy's favorite time of year. As a child, she loved it because it was only a week after her birthday— it was like having two birthdays. But as she got older, Christmas became a time of nostalgia. Time for hot chocolate and cinnamon and Nat King Cole. Despite being alone during the majority of her adult life, she was never alone at Christmas because her family lived all over California. It was one of the few times Amy would truly be happy. Until she met Sheldon and the gang, of course.

"You know, I would really like to listen to some—"

The sound of music already began before she could finish her thought. She lifted his iPhone to show the Christmas station on the Pandora. The soft voice of Michael Buble echoed through the apartment via Sheldon's Bluetooth speaker and Amy nearly clapped her hands in glee. Her fiance was spoiling her.

They spent the evening decorating the tree together and, through all of Sheldon's nagging about evenly spaced, they ended up with a beautiful tree. Even though Sheldon wasn't a fan of the holiday season, he did own a few tree ornaments and mixed them in among Amy's collection of Victorian-esque figurines, delicate glass bulbs, and thin icicle-like charms. There was a Spock figure hung beside a gold and red glittered ball, Isaac Newton above an icicle, and lastly, Marie Curie directly below a small monkey figurine. The tree described them— her and Sheldon— perfectly.

Amy turned her head away from the tree to see Sheldon admiring their work beside her. She saw the faintest hint of a small on his usually stoic features and she felt the overwhelming urge to wrap him in a hug again.

"Thank you."

"Hm?" He turned to face her and his smile grew, "oh, you're welcome… I know how much you love Christmas."

"I do," she stepped towards him and stood on her tiptoes and puckered her lips in a silent request for a kiss. He obliged her and she moaned into it. His kisses always had that effect on her. The power to leave her floating, the power to leave her heart feeling full. She felt him relax into the kiss and his hands moved to her waist to press her body against his.

When they pulled away, she remained on her tiptoes and whispered against his lips, "But, I love you even more."

Sheldon let out a soft laugh and kneaded his fingers into her soft waist, "Such a hippie…"

"You like it," Amy teased as she pecked him on the lips and pulled back to walk to the kitchen, "Hot chocolate?"

Sheldon licked his lips. He could never say no to such a request, "With little marshmallows?"

"Of course"

Sheldon sighed and followed her into the kitchen, "You know I can never say no to hot cocoa with little marshmallows."

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