Disclaimers:

I do not own The Big Bang Theory, its characters and all other trademarked product I might mention in the story. They belong to the wonderful minds of Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady and the rest of the writers and production staff. My imagination is the only one I own. I do not earn even a single penny off of this story (if I did, I wouldn't be here) so please don't sue. All I get out of this are both fans and foes.

Part One

Because We're One

Amy didn't know what to expect when the door was pushed open. Tentatively, she took a few steps forward and waited until the card key was placed in the slot that would turn on the lights.

What initially greeted her eyes was the glass sliding door right in front of her that led to the balcony, featuring a private pocket garden with a Jacuzzi positioned right in the middle. It was easy to see the well-lit Pasadena night skyline from where she stood. Privacy didn't prove too much an issue, considering that the room was built into one corner of the hotel's 7th floor and there were no neighboring skyscrapers in sight. She craved for that seclusion, even if she wasn't sure the hot tub would actually get to be used.

Walking further inside, she noted two armchairs facing each other—the center table in between—beside the ceiling-to-floor glass wall that still gave the view of the garden and the city beyond. Over to the other end of the room was a dresser lined up along the wall beside an arch which she could only surmise as leading to the bathroom.

The sound of the door closing and the lock clicking shut was heard in the quiet room, followed by a question: "What do you think, Amy?"

Amy looked behind her through new spectacles—a pair that had a more chic frame and less geekiness, as her bestie had put it—and smiled. "It's very lovely."

Sheldon returned her smile. He draped his tuxedo jacket over his right shoulder by his hooked middle and index fingers. His other hand smoothed the oak desk on his left as he passed by, taking slow strides to the center of the room, eyes scanning the enclosure. He nodded in approval. "Well, they didn't call this the Matrimonial Suite for nothing."

Amy managed a nod for a reply. Her eyes immediately focused on the king-sized mattress, its size imposing itself as the focal point of the room. She tried to calm her nerves as she took a deep intake of nervous air.

Because when Sheldon—her husband—mentioned 'matrimonial,' the first thing she wondered was whether or not the huge bed would be putting up with some action that night.

"Amy," he called, reeling her out of her thoughts while he loosened his bowtie, "don't think of this as an ungentlemanly act on my part but in the interest of not wanting to ruin your dress, allow me to have first use of the bathroom."

"Of course," she merely replied, noting that he had already laid his jacket on the bed. Pensively, she acknowledged the reality that even marriage wouldn't change Sheldon and his ways.

"It's not like that," the man of a new status countered, making Amy wonder if he possessed the power to read minds. He began to unbutton his waistcoat, starting at the bottom. "With a gown as elaborate as the one you have on, you're going to need the whole suite for undressing."

Despite trying to ignore the idea that Sheldon—her unique, mysophobic, Texan gentleman of a husband—said the word 'undressing' so very casually, the new bride felt a warm flush creeping up her cheeks. "That's very considerate of you," she said instead.

"Of course, I'd be," he remarked, masking confusion. "You're my wife."

As Sheldon—stripped down to his crisp white shirt and black dress pants—turned for the bathroom, Amy couldn't help but smile even more. Getting used to being referred to as Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler-Cooper might take some time but she definitely liked the feel of the name of her lips, even if it was quite a mouthful. Sheldon had insisted on hyphenating her name to avoid confusion about which Doctor Cooper won the Nobel Prize in the distant future.

Humming a tune, Amy kicked off her shoes then sat down before the vanity. With great care, she took off her tiara, along with her veil and placed them on the dresser. She pondered at the memory of Sheldon lifting the tulle shroud at the end of the ceremony and then kissing her to the tune of their friends and family's applause. Such a dreamy kiss, she mused, recalling what was to be the most memorable event in her life by far. Sheldon had placed his hands on either side of her face, seemingly eager to claim their first kiss as a married couple. He was ready and searching: their mouths slightly open but no tongue, as they had both agreed prior. There had been a little sucking of her bottom lip, though, something that had caught Amy by a delighted surprise.

After the kiss came the embrace. Sheldon wrapped his arms around Amy's waist, pulling her closer to rest his cheek against her temple. It had been a struggle stifling her tears but she lost and let them fall freely when Sheldon whispered to her the most beautiful words woven together: Make of our hands one hand. Make of our hearts one heart. Make of our vows one last vow. Only death will part us now. Henceforward, I am yours for everything…

A soft creaking sounded off from the arch-led hallway, causing Amy to look to her left. She was greeted by Sheldon's boyish smile and a terry robe he had taken with him from the bathroom.

"You might need this," he said.

"Thank you," Amy replied, getting to her feet and taking the proffered item of clothing.

"Now, turn around. Let's start undressing you."

Amy's head snapped in his direction, regarding him in shock. "Pardon me?" she squeaked, mind contemplating on inquiring if the sex part of the honeymoon was starting that very instant. This is, after all, still Sheldon Cooper, creature of habit and a man far above baser urges.

Sheldon's face was of nonchalance. "Are you Elastigirl?"

"No." It sounded more of a question than an answer.

"Then how do you plan on unfastening all thirty-five buttons that hold that dress close?"

"Oh," she mouthed before nodding in surrender, somewhat disappointed that his intention wasn't of foreplay but of goodness. She obliged, giving Sheldon access to free her body from the restrictive locks that sealed the fabric. Inwardly, she berated herself for expecting too much. Sure, the kiss at the altar was magical and was more than she hoped for. Still, at the end of the day, it is Sheldon Cooper that she married. Nothing could change him. In spite, her eyes once again fell to the very inviting bed. Looks like we both aren't going to see some action tonight…

The task didn't take long. Once she felt her clothing loosen, Amy let out a sigh full of relief. She hadn't realized how much she missed her more loose outfits. "Thank you, Sheldon."

She expected him to say 'you're welcome' as Sheldon was always one to give credit where it was due. But there was none. Curiosity got the better of her and she turned her head back, chin resting on her shoulder.

Sheldon was still there and his blue eyes were fixed on the skin that had just been exposed before his gaze. Amy opened her mouth to ask if he'd stumbled upon an equation but the words dissipated and the only sound she was able to produce was that of a gasp. The way the back of Sheldon's fingers sensually caressed down along her spine had rendered her catatonic.

She shivered at the contact and he took notice, eyelids sweeping upward to meet hers. "I'll be in the bathroom. Just knock when you're ready."

Amy wanted to say something—anything—but the steady gaze her husband shot at her submitted her into silence. Hence, she could only watch him retreat, knowing that sooner or later, she would have to see him again.

It was only when the bathroom door closed did she let out the breath she'd been holding. Intriguingly, it came with a familiar sound. "Hoo…"

Author's Notes

Stupid me forgot to put in disclaimers upon first upload. The lines that Sheldon whispered to Amy were borrowed from The West Side Story and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I would've used "Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours." But Big got to it first.