A/N: I am SO sorry! First, I was stuck as to how I wanted them to argue. Then when I decided they wouldn't argue, Valentine's Day bummed me out. My husband is in the military and in South Korea for a year. I couldn't go, and Valentine's Day put me in a funk. THEN I got sick. I'm still sick, but I really wanted to write it out. So here you go! Still worried he's OOC.
A week passed, uneventfully. Sheldon was able to focus more on work, but every now and then, Amy did drift into his mind. Thankfully, not as often, so he could do what he came to work to do. But in those moments when Amy did pull him away from work, he yearned for her presence.
Tonight was date night, which was going to be at Amy's apartment, so they could discuss alterations to the Relationship Agreement. Sheldon and Amy wouldn't be able to do it at Sheldon and Leonard's apartment, there was no privacy. Also, Amy said she would make spaghetti with cut up hot dogs in it. That alone made Sheldon eager for tonight.
The day passed without much hassle. Sheldon thought he was onto something with his newest formula, but nothing ground breaking. It could wait until tomorrow morning, or even tonight when Sheldon returned home.
As Sheldon was putting away his laptop, Amy walked into his office. "Almost ready to go, Sheldon?"
"Ah, hello, Amy." Sheldon said, putting his bag over his shoulder. "Yes, I'm ready to go."
"Alright," Amy smiled. As they walked to the car, Amy continued talking. "I figured we could discuss the revisions as I cook dinner. Does that sound alright?"
Sheldon thought about it. "That'll work," Sheldon responded Multi-tasking shouldn't be too difficult. Unless they debate about the changes. Pondering this, did he want to restrict anything? Or loosen the reigns of the slightly-in-favor-of-Sheldon Relationship Agreement? Sheldon didn't have time to think about it, between being distracted by Amy and trying to focus on work.
The drive was unremarkable, no words were shared. The privacy of the car was enough to satisfy the two introverts. Sheldon did find himself peering, subtly, at Amy. Her hair was blowing in the California wind. It was warm today, 70 degrees, despite it being February. She was smiling, enjoying the breeze, and Sheldon was entranced. If Amy shifted her weight, indicating looking at him, Sheldon averted his gaze outside of the window, embarrassed.
Inside of Amy's apartment, Sheldon was setting up his laptop on her coffee table, while Amy pulled out two pots, one for spaghetti and the other for hotdogs. "So, any ideas as to how you wish to change the Agreement?" Amy questioned.
Sheldon turned on the couch, facing towards the kitchen, since it was polite to look at someone while talking to them. "Honestly, I haven't really thought about it." He admitted. "Last week has been weighing heavily on my mind, distracting me, and I had to put much more effort into my theoretical work… My mind was preoccupied. I'm sorry," Sheldon apologized.
Amy turned around, quickly remembering she needed a sauce pan and ingredients to begin the tomato sauce. As she opened the tomato sauce from the cans, she acknowledged what she heard. "It's completely fine, Sheldon," Amy reassured. "Think now. Do you want to keep things how they are?"
Sheldon tapped his password into his laptop, enabling him to pull open the Relationship Agreement. He stared at it. No physical contact, but that's been amended to hand holding. No coitus. Sheldon still didn't feel the desire to have coitus, but clearly it's moving in that direction. Perhaps they should amend that? Sheldon knew he wanted to kiss her. Right now the urge to kiss her was building. That was for the good night kiss.
"I don't know," Sheldon finally spoke. "I know we can't just act like the kiss didn't happen. I enjoyed it; you clearly enjoyed it. I want to kiss you right now, but I had said good night kisses… I still don't want coitus, but it's clear now our relationship is going there at a rapid pace. Three years and here I am wanting to just kiss you multiple times."
"We don't have to only kiss at good night, or goodbye…" Amy said sheepishly, as she mixed the ingredients in the spaghetti sauce.
"Just kiss whenever we want to?" Sheldon sounded shocked. No limits?
"Well, there are times when we clearly can't kiss each other. At work, for example. Or certain public events." Amy explained. "But right now, where it's just the two of us, and no social contract to uphold… Why not let loose and do what you want?"
Sheldon thought about it. What about control? What if he wanted to do more than kissing? Sheldon highly doubted it, but at some point, he knew there would be more. "What about limits?"
"Sheldon, at this point, you could do whatever you want to me, I would not complain," Amy smiled. The water was boiling in both pots, so she poured the noodles and hot dogs into the pots to cook.
Sheldon leaned over to begin typing possible amendments. He changed physical contact to just state no physical contact during such events Amy listed. He changed no coitus to along the lines of 'when both parties are ready.' More amendments to that as that time approached.
Sheldon didn't notice Amy standing over him, reading. "What about living arrangements?"
"Hmm?" Sheldon looked up to the sound of her voice. "As in we live together?"
"Yes," Amy stated. "Eventually, Leonard and Penny will move in together. They are serious, and I know if and when they get married, they will want their own place." Amy explained.
Sheldon's lips contorted. A life without Leonard in the morning? To rant and rave about video games, go to the comic book store on Wednesdays? His life with Leonard was everything for nearly ten years. That would be a big change… But, nothing really changed after Howard married Bernadette. They still video game, go to major events.
Sheldon sighed and typed in a new section for living arrangements and put 'when circumstances require moving.' He turned back to Amy, looking for acceptance. Sheldon watched Amy's face light up. He could stare at her smiling all day. As that thought crossed his mind, he blushed. "What have you done to me?" Sheldon sighed.
"Nothing you didn't want to do," Amy responded, returning to the food, finishing up dinner. As she mixed the sauce with the noodles and hot dogs, Sheldon saved the document and stood up. Dinner was almost ready, and he was going to follow Amy's advice and 'let loose.'
He walked into Amy's small kitchen and hovered over her. He was a looming six feet and two inches, a good head over Amy. As Amy turned around to get a bowl, she was greeted by Sheldon's lips on hers, once more. It was meant to be brief, just like the first one was. But Sheldon leaned into the kiss once more.
After a few seconds, Amy pulled away. "Ah… What about touching?" She asked softly.
"I've already amended physical contact," Sheldon responded, confused.
"No… During intimate moments, like this. Can I touch you? Hug you? What are your limits there?"
Sheldon though about it momentarily. He touched her, pulled her close. She should be able to do the same. They are intellectual equals, after all. "You can touch me," Sheldon replied. "I'll let you know if I don't like it."
"Then," Amy said softly, "can we kiss again?"
Nervous, Sheldon nodded. What was she going to do? He barely tolerated holding hands, and now kissing, what more could he possibly tolerate? Amy stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around Sheldon's neck, pulling him down. Their lips touched and his nervousness melted away.
Before Sheldon knew it, Amy's arms were sliding down. Her right hand traced his jaw line, sending shivers down his spine. Her left hand was on his bicep, her arm resting on his, which was on her waist. She continued to trace is jaw line, which he enjoyed. It was relaxing, and her nails were just long enough to lightly scratch.
Soon, though, the kiss had to end due to evolution stating they needed to breathe. Amy was blushing, and Sheldon couldn't tell if he was. It was certainly warm, though. "So?" Amy asked.
"I liked that. It's relaxing," Sheldon responded. Amy smiled as she pulled away to finally serve dinner. Sheldon sat down at the dinner table and watched her. Who would have thought that he would have such an intimate relationship with someone? Even last year, he couldn't have imagined this.