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Holy sh*t (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

say you love, say you love, say you love me (love me) losing all my innocence in the back seat

diet pepsi by addison rae

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Inspired from The Positive Negative Reaction Episode (S9 E16)

The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of Rose Garden Pavilion, casting golden light on picnic tables covered in yellow and white balloons. A soft breeze carried the scent of cake frosting, fruit punch, and baby wipes. Children’s laughter echoed from a nearby playground, while Leonard stood by the cooler, fishing out juice boxes for the guests.

Penny, dressed in a flowing sundress, was crouched near the center table, adjusting the party hat on her daughter Ellie’s tiny head. “There we go,” she cooed. “I still can’t believe we’ve kept a human alive for an entire year.”

“Here,” Leonard called from behind her, holding a juice box in each hand. “I told you we can do it.”

The entire gang had come — Howard and Bernadette with their two kids in tow, who were already trying to feed grapes to the park birds; Raj, who showed up beaming with his new girlfriend, Pia, a soft-spoken marine biologist from San Diego who charmed everyone instantly with her calm demeanor and witty asides.

And of course, Sheldon and Amy sat near the head of the long rectangular table, shaded by an umbrella, comfortably tucked between conversations and the occasional burst of their children's chaos.

The table was alive with chatter — Howard telling a story about one of his kids flushing a peanut butter sandwich, Bernadette trading pediatrician contacts with Penny, Pia asking Sheldon whether any of his theories applied to animal cognition, to which he replied, “Only if you consider certain humans animals — which, frankly, I do.”

But through all of it, Amy was unusually quiet.

She picked at her pasta salad, pushing bowties of noodles from one side of the plate to the other. Her eyes often drifted to Ellie, who had somehow migrated to Amy’s lap mid-snack and was now gnawing happily on a plastic spoon. Amy smiled as the baby clumsily waved her arms in rhythm with Raj's exaggerated storytelling.

Yet, despite her smile, she hadn't eaten much. She barely chimed in with her usual snarky remarks. Her gaze flicked often to Sheldon, who was busy explaining the difference between “quantum” and “quirky” to Pia, with visual aids made from blueberry.

It was Bernadette who noticed first.

“Amy,” she said over a bite of cake, “you okay? You’ve barely touched your food. Not like you to miss a chance to correct Sheldon’s metaphors either.”

Everyone paused. All eyes turned to Amy, even Ellie, who dropped the spoon in protest of the silence.

Amy took a breath, her hands nervously adjusting Ellie’s headband, then set the baby back onto Penny’s waiting arms. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to say something, but…” She glanced around the table. “I guess there’s no perfect moment when you’re surrounded by cake and chaos.”

“Amy?” Penny leaned in, concerned. “What is it?”

Amy looked down, then up again — her eyes bright and cautious. “I’m pregnant.”

A chorus of gasps erupted around the table.

“WHAT?!” Raj shouted loudest, accidentally spilling some lemonade. “Oh my God!”

“Oh Amy!” Bernadette squealed, nearly knocking over her chair as she ran around the table to hug her.

Penny was already leaning across the table to squeeze her arm. “Oh my God, that’s amazing! Wait — hold on — how far along are you?!”

Leonard beamed. “This is huge! I mean… wow, I thought we were the only ones celebrating something today!”

But as the excitement buzzed, Howard narrowed his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So… when did you guys know you were pregnant?”

Everyone leaned in just a little closer.

Amy gave a small, almost bashful smile. "I only found out last night."

There was a beat of silence, followed by gasps and wide eyes around the table.

Penny blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

“You found out last night and you’re already telling us?” Bernadette added, stunned. “That’s like—instant broadcast!”

Sheldon, unbothered by the growing attention, simply said. “This is also the first time I’m hearing it.”

Raj nearly dropped his cup. “So you’re saying Sheldon just found out, and he’s sitting there calmly like this isn’t a surprise?!”

Amy laughed, brushing a hand behind her ear. “Well… he kind of did, knew it.”

Penny leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

Amy exchanged a look with Sheldon — part amused, part affectionate. “Because he planned it. On my birthday.”

Howard’s jaw dropped. “You planned this? Like… literally planned it?”

“Of course I did,” Sheldon said matter-of-factly. “After rigorous data collection and evaluating our professional schedules, I determined that late spring would provide the best circumstances for conception and gestation — emotionally, physically, and socially.”

Leonard held up his hands. “Wait, so let me get this straight. You didn’t know Amy was pregnant until now, but you planned for her to be pregnant right now?”

“Well,” Sheldon began, adjusting his posture slightly, “I didn’t plan it with one hundred percent certainty. I did plan on getting her pregnant around her birthday — that part is true. And based on my calculations, there was a strong likelihood that by now, she might be. But as we all know, pregnancies aren’t exactly guaranteed.”

He glanced toward Amy, softer now. “So yes, I only just found out — and I’m very happy. I just... wasn’t surprised.”

Raj shook his head, baffled but impressed. “This is the most romantic, terrifying thing I’ve ever heard.”

Amy nodded with a grin. “That’s basically our entire marriage.”

Bernadette gave a happy little sigh. “I love this. I really do.”

Penny giggled. “So, what made you want to go through with it, Sheldon? You’ve always acted like babies were a cross between chaos and contagion.”

Sheldon turned serious, folding his hands in front of him. “Well. We’ve been married for years. We've won a Nobel Prize. We’ve published together. Built a shared life. And while I’ve come to accept the inherent unpredictability of the human condition…” — he glanced sideways at Amy, who was watching him gently — “I’ve never been more certain of anything than the fact that Amy would be an extraordinary mother. And that I—despite my aversions to noise, stickiness, and sleep deprivation—want to be the father of her child.”

Everyone went still for a moment. Pia quietly muttered, “Wow,” under her breath.

Amy smiled at him, her eyes shimmering. “He even created a contract for diaper duty rotation.”

“I intend to renegotiate it quarterly,” Sheldon added proudly.

Everyone laughed.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the grass, the group fell into a comfortable, celebratory mood. More cake was passed around. Sheldon cautiously accepted a frosting-covered Ellie onto his lap. Raj toasted with lemonade to “new beginnings.” Bernadette was already listing baby gear brands she trusted. Pia offered to send Amy some early child psychology papers she’d co-written on emotional bonding in infants. And Leonard joked that their kids would end up forming their own science league someday.

Amy sat back, finally relaxed, watching her strange, brilliant, dysfunctional family toast to the future.

She reached for Sheldon’s hand under the table, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

In a world that rarely made sense, this moment did.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, the Pasadena's favorite power couple.

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The beauty of Sheldon's love for Amy.

Is it weird to cry on your own video edits?

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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: The Big Bang Theory (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler Characters: Amy Farrah Fowler, Sheldon Cooper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance Summary: Sheldon is forced to attend a university fundraiser, where he leaves an impression on Caltech’s newest benefactor. Or perhaps it is she who leaves the impression on him. Shamy AU.

FINAL CHAPTER NOW POSTED!!

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The Recognition Protocol

The lab was quiet, save for the soft hum of calibrated machines and the rhythmic pulse of a heart monitor that wasn’t meant to matter.

Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler sat at one end of a long glass table, a grid of sensors pressed gently against her scalp and temples. The room’s lighting was neutral by design—neither warm nor cold. Behind a one-way mirror, a team of graduate students monitored her neural readouts in real time, eyes fixed on glowing screens that turned brainwaves into peaks, valleys, and cold data.

The experiment was elegant in its simplicity: observe the human brain's involuntary reactions to faces. No words. No touching. No interaction beyond a single minute of eye contact. Every subject who sat across from her was a stranger. The goal was to map recognition, attention, and associative memory. The variables were controlled. Emotion, if it occurred, would be noted—but not encouraged.

Amy kept her breathing slow. She blinked only when necessary. Her expression was neutral—impassive by training.

Subject One: a student. Tall. Nervous. Amy’s amygdala showed mild activity. Standard.

Subject Two: older woman. No measurable emotional response.

Subject Three: a man with unusually green eyes. Amy registered curiosity. Theta waves rose, then settled.

And so it went. Each new face stirred slight flickers in her neural patterns, just enough for her team to whisper excitedly behind the glass, but nothing significant. No anomalies.

Until Subject Eleven walked in.

Amy kept her eyes closed, as instructed, until she heard the soft scrape of the chair across from her. She inhaled through her nose, calm, steady, detached.

Then she opened her eyes.

And the world—the experiment, the lab, the years of careful progress—slipped from focus.

Sheldon Cooper sat across from her.

No clipboard. No preamble. Just him.

His face was slightly older, edges softened by time, his hair now flecked with silver, but his eyes—those sharply intelligent, endlessly searching, blue eyes—were the same.

Amy’s breath caught. Her pulse spiked. The brain scans behind the glass likely lit up like a symphony. But none of that mattered.

For fifteen years, she hadn’t seen him. Not since she ended what everyone thought would last forever. They had parted without theatrics—two minds unable to share one path. Or so she told herself, over and over.

She had prepared for every possibility in this study. Except this.

Emotion began to surface, unbidden, uncontrollable.

First: recognition. Then the shimmer of joy that welled up so quickly it frightened her. Then the ache—deep, old, and familiar. And behind it all, the regret. The kind that lingers like phantom pain in a healed wound.

Still, no one moved. No one spoke.

Sheldon simply sat there, looking at her not with accusation or longing, but with quiet presence. His hands were folded. His gaze steady. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t need to.

For sixty seconds, they existed in a space beyond science. Beyond theory. Just two people staring not only at each other, but through time, into a life that might’ve been.

When the timer beeped softly, neither of them moved at first.

Then Sheldon, with the same precision he had always applied to the smallest of actions, closed his eyes. He drew in a deep breath, one that seemed to gather not just air, but the weight of everything unspoken between them. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her—truly looked at her—for one last time.

He stood, quietly, almost reverently, and without a word, turned and walked away.

Amy blinked.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, unannounced and unstoppable.

She didn’t move to wipe it.

There was no applause, no final scene, no dramatic gesture. Just the echo of footsteps leaving the room, and the silent understanding that passed between them.

This was it.

The data would be archived, the charts analyzed, the experiment published.

But Amy knew this minute would never make it into the final report.

Because what happened at the table was not science.

It was goodbye.

Inspired by Marina Abramović's 2010 MoMA performance, The Artist Is Present.

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Why so handsome, Mr. Parsons?

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I love Amy in this scene. Her smile is just perfect

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Season 10, Episode 8: The Brain Bowl Incubation.

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I NEED a teenage shamy fanfic!!

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Season 10, Episode 9: The Geology Elevation.

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is it time for the annual fluff crawlspace already??? well, then here’s a shamy edit in my language (the song is so wedding song coded i had to use it :p)

happy anniversary to shamy <3

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“This is the last one,” Amy said to her husband as she rubbed her very pregnant belly. Her back was already cramped up, and Amy just wanted to stay in bed for as long as she could. She wasn't in labor yet, but it couldn't be much further away.

“You know I want thirteen more,” Sheldon reminded her, but it was mostly a joke these days. Being the father to an energetic toddler had really worn away at the idea of fifteen children. Fifteen Leonards would probably kill both of them, and Sheldon was fine with just two. Still, he liked to tease his wife about it.

“You will have to carry all thirteen then,” Amy told him. Her pregnancy with Leonard had gone relatively smoothly. A little morning sickness in the beginning, but that was really it. However, this pregnancy with their daughter had been much rougher on her. She supposed this was why a lot of people do this in their twenties or early thirties.

“Can I get you anything?” Sheldon asked as he rubbed Amy's back. He never knew exactly how to help her, but he did know that her muscles were sore and this helped a little.

“Can you take care of Leonard today?” Amy asked.

“I've been taking care of Leonard since 2003,” Sheldon joked.

“Our Leonard,” Amy clarified. She really didn't need Sheldon taking off to go play with his best friend all day under the guise of some “misunderstanding.” Though at least Sheldon wasn't one of those golfing husbands who just disappeared on the weekends. Well, other than the weekend of Comic Con. That was the one weekend that he wouldn't be around. Luckily that wasn't for several months still. Long after their daughter would be born.

Sheldon just chuckled and climbed out of their bed. He knew exactly who Amy was talking about, and he had no problem spending the better part of the day with his son. Sheldon enjoyed the company of the boy quite a bit more than he'd ever expected. Sheldon thought that Leonard would largely be an annoyance until he was at least old enough to read comic books, but instead Sheldon loved watching the little changes as his son started to become a fully fledged human all on his own.

Leonard was awake and playing with his Lego blocks on the floor of his bedroom when Sheldon arrived in the room. Sheldon assumed this was the case since he wasn't woken by the three year old jumping on him this morning.

“Want to help me make Mommy breakfast?” Sheldon asked his son.

Leonard nodded and ran over to grab his father's hand. The boy didn't speak much, but he'd been through a whole litany of speech therapy. He could speak. He just didn't particularly like to. That was fine with Sheldon. Sheldon knew what it was like to be a bit odd, so he never judged his son for being anything like him. The boy was half him after all.

The two went downstairs to the kitchen to start making Amy breakfast. Sheldon helped Leonard wash his hands before giving him some melon and a butter knife to cut it into pieces. It would be a mess that Sheldon would need to clean up after, but Leonard always looked so proud when he was able to help. Sheldon liked to channel his own mother's patience when caring for his son. If his mother could tolerate the child who took the refrigerator apart to stop a noise, Sheldon could clean up some spilled melon from the floor when his son was done cutting it up.

“What should we do after breakfast?” Sheldon asked his son as he stirred the pancake mix.

Leonard just shrugged his tiny shoulders. Sheldon was thinking about a trip to the park with regular sized Leonard and Howard if the other men were up to it.

Just as the pile of pancakes was enough for the three of them, Amy came down the stairs to join her husband and son.

“Thank you, honey,” Amy said. She loved that Sheldon had been picking up the slack around the house since she had been pregnant. She joined Leonard at the table. She ruffled her son's hair a little as she sat next to him at the table. In the most little Sheldon way, he fixed his hair before setting back to his task of cutting up melon.

“Do you need any help?” Amy asked Sheldon. She looked down at the pieces of fruit that had been dropped by her son. She didn't want to clean it up, but she would if she needed to.

“No. We have this. Right, Leonard?” Sheldon asked his son.

The boy nodded, but he didn't look up from his task.

It wasn't Mother's Day or her birthday. It was just a Saturday and her boys were taking such good care of her. She felt so lucky. Until her back cramped up again and then she felt like maybe she could be a little luckier.

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It's that time of year again! Happy Shamy Anniversary! Can you believe it's been 15 years since Sheldon and Amy first met!?

And I've come bearing fic once again for you all. This one was suggested by @raysfixations, who wanted to know more about the time Sheldon accidentally ordered an Uber and "just got in and went somewhere."

I actually had a bit of a crisis when I started this because I'm pretty sure it's not really possible to accidentally order an Uber like that. You have to put in the destination beforehand, it's not like hailing a taxi, so how did Sheldon do that? Anyway, I tried to come up with an explanation. I don't know if it works, but if not let's just say Uber in the Big Bang Theory universe is different from the Uber you and I use here. I mean, it's also a universe where Elon Musk volunteers at soup kitchens, so anything is possible, right?

Also, when I started writing this I had a different idea in mind for how this fic was going to go, but as I was writing I thought of something else and went with that. I told myself I would go back and edit the beginning accordingly, but then when I did I actually liked the edited version less. So you're getting the original version. And I imagine this taking place around mid to late season 6.

Okay, I think that's all the notes I have. Thanks to Ray for the suggestion and thanks to Stark for beta reading!

Enjoy and long live the Shamy!

This is also available on AO3 and FF.Net if you prefer.

The first time Sheldon ordered an Uber, it was an accident.

In his defense, he had only just downloaded the app earlier that day and there was bound to be some trial and error. He thought he was just entering in information to save for later, but then the next thing he knew, a driver was confirming he was on the way to pick him up.

And the destination? His girlfriend's apartment building. Because it was the first address he thought to enter.

His first instinct was to try to cancel it, but that was quickly disregarded. The driver accepted the trip, he was headed to Sheldon's location, a social contract of sorts was already entered. Not to mentioned there seemed to be cancellation fees involved. His only choice was to now get in the car and go somewhere.

Well, not just somewhere. Amy's apartment.

Why hadn't he entered the train store's address first?

His driver, Ramón, soon arrived, and Sheldon was pleased to see his car looked clean, cleaner than some of the other cars he's rode in regularly (e.g. Penny's).

“Headed to Glendale?” Ramón confirmed as Sheldon climbed into the backseat.

“You are correct.”

The inside of the car was also clean but he was less pleased to see the pine tree air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. For some reason, Ramón ignored him when he provided the statistics on how many crashes are caused by view obstructions such as those. Still, the ride was pleasant enough. He was dropped off in front of Amy's building without incident or ceremony, and Sheldon made sure to go back into the app to leave a good tip before he headed inside to surprise his girlfriend.

His girlfriend, who was not home.

Somehow it never occurred to him that she wouldn't be in her apartment, awaiting his arrival, even though he didn't tell her he was coming. What else could she possibly have to do?

«Where are you?» he texted, then was stuck awkwardly standing outside her door the four minutes it took her to answer.

«I'm visiting my parents. It's their anniversary. I told you that yesterday.»

She probably had told him, he figured, but he'd tuned her out. A lot was going on at work right then, she couldn't expect him to listen to everything.

Rather than text her back again, Sheldon instead pulled up the Uber app again and ordered his second ride, this time on purpose. He never told Amy about his failed surprise visit.

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The next time Sheldon took an Uber, it was to meet Amy for Date Night.

He really would have preferred to have Leonard drop him off, but Leonard was being rather ornery lately, always claiming he was too busy with Penny or that he already drives him to and from work and that should be enough. It was getting quite tedious, Sheldon would be bringing it up at the next quarterly Roommate Agreement meeting.

The bus, too, was out of the question at the moment. The last time he rode on it, he witnessed an intoxicated woman seated across from him vomit into the aisle. There weren't enough bus pants in the world to protect him from that. It would be a while before he could deem it safe to ride again.

There was a time when he might have demanded that Amy come pick him up, but he had come to understand that this could be considered a “turn off” for a romantic partner.

Apparently he was worried about stuff like that now.

So, once again, he ordered an Uber to take him to Amy's apartment, not knowing this would lead to a brand new complication.

Amy had decided to cook dinner for him on this particular Date Night, and while she was bringing all the food to her table she causally asked him how Leonard was, assuming he had just dropped him off. And so Sheldon ended up telling her about how Leonard had declined to drive him and all his recent frustrations surrounding this.

“You know,” Amy said, “I could teach you to drive. Then you wouldn't have to rely on Leonard, the bus, or Uber.”

Sheldon's anxiety spiked at the suggestion. This wasn't the first time she'd ever brought this up, but it had been a while and this time felt different somehow. Their relationship was different now, deeper. He realized this was something he could probably trust Amy to help him with, but it was still scary.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not? We could go after dinner.”

“That's really how you want to spend Date Night?” he asked, thinking that would surely get him out of it. Usually, when they spent Date Night in her apartment, she liked to finish the evening holding hands on her couch while he picked something to watch on TV. There was no way she'd give up her hand holding time for this, right?

Amy shrugged. “Sure. You were probably going to make me watch some dumb space movie we've already seen anyway. It will be fun to do something different.”

Sheldon stared at her. There were so many things wrong with what she just said, he didn't know where to start.

“Before you say it's not a good idea again, just know that I've already heard all the stories about your previous driving attempts from our friends,” she said. “And I don't care. I've watched you work through some of the most complex scientific and mathematical problems known to man without breaking a sweat. I have full confidence that you can learn to drive too. Provided you have the right teacher, of course.”

She smiled at him from across the table, and that smile was a like laser beam that hit him and crumbled his resolve. That was the problem with Amy; whenever she praised him like that, he found that he wanted to do whatever it took to keep that praise coming, live up to whatever image she had of him. He wanted to be annoyed, but how could he be when she had just stroked his ego like that?

So the next thing Sheldon knew, dinner was over and he was behind the wheel of Amy's car in the Caltech parking lot, Amy grinning away in the passenger seat.

The sun was setting on the horizon, making the sky glow pink at the edges. At this hour the lot was largely deserted and the only obstacles Sheldon had to worry about were the light poles. Still, his eyes skimmed over all the various gauges, knobs, and buttons on the dashboard with trepidation. Amy gave him a full rundown of everything, walked him through how to adjust the side mirrors to minimize blind spots, and reminded him which pedal was which, and yet it still didn't feel like enough.

“Why don't you try taking a few laps around the lot?” she suggested. “Go slow to start out, see how it feels.”

“Okay.”

Under her watchful eye, Sheldon shifted from park to drive, then very, very carefully eased his foot off the brake. The car rolled forward a couple feet.

“Go ahead and try a turn,” Amy instructed. “Pretend there are cars in these spaces and see if you can make it around without going over the lines.”

Sheldon did as she suggested and turned the wheel, easing them out of the space Amy had backed into and onto the main drag of the lot. The whole time, his eyes kept darting around between the view straight out of the windshield, the rearview mirror, each side mirror, and the speedometer. It seemed to take forever, but he made three more successful turns and neared the end of his first circuit.

“You're doing great.”

“I am?” He wanted to look over at her for confirmation, but he didn't dare.

“Yes, you've almost made it back to where we started. Try going a little faster for the next lap.”

Amy's words helped him loosen up. He relaxed his tense shoulders a little bit and allowed his foot to ease off the break some more. The speedometer ticked up from 4 mph to 7. After another successful lap, he managed to get up to 11.

“This isn't so bad,” he said, surprising himself.

“See?” Amy said. “Do you want to try driving to one of the other lots? The street isn't too busy right now.”

“Let's not get crazy.”

“Alright,” she agreed easily. “Next time, then.”

Sheldon swallowed, already nervous about the next time.

He circled around a couple more times, and that's when it happened. He was up to the breakneck speed of 16 mph when a squirrel ran from one of the nearby trees and into the car's path.

In a flash of an instant, Sheldon could see how it would all unfold. The broken, furry body flattened on the asphalt, the blood and guts that would have to be cleaned off Amy's car, and Amy's disappointment in him. She'd say it was okay, that these things happen, but she wouldn't be smiling anymore. It would be like the Glendale Galleria pet store all over again, only worse because it would be real.

Thankfully, unlike with the virtual pet store incident, this time his reflexes kicked in and he slammed the brakes. Amy gave a small startled yelp as the car jerked to a stop and Sheldon froze in the driver's seat, his heart pounding. For a split second he thought he was too late, but then he saw the squirrel continue on its way, darting across the rest of the lot and disappearing into the grass on the other side.

“Um, Sheldon?”

His relief was short lived as Amy brought his attention back to the interior of the car, and he realized hitting the brake wasn't the only action he'd taken in that moment. Instinctively, he had reached one hand over to Amy, holding her back in her seat and combatting the inertia she'd experience from the sudden change in motion.

And his hand was still there. Spread across her chest. Lower than he'd ever gone with the VapoRub.

His eyes went wide and he quickly pulled his hand back, placing it back where it belonged on the steering wheel.

“There, um, there was a squirrel,” he explained, hoping she had seen it too.

“That's alright,” she said. Her voice sounded off and he scrutinized her warily out of the corner of his eye.

“I think I've made enough progress for one evening,” he said finally, shifting the car into park.

“Okay.”

They got out and switched seats without another word, and Amy started driving him back to his apartment. The whole ride back, Sheldon tried fruitlessly to forget what had happened, to forget how she felt under his hand. Her warmth and the rise and fall of her breathing. The softness of her sweater and what lay beneath it. Now that he knew, it couldn't be unknown.

“I'm proud of you,” she told him as she pulled up to the curb outside his building. “And I had a good time tonight.”

She was doing it again, praising him, and he already knew that he would be accepting another offer for another driving lesson from her in the near future. Despite everything.

Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing, though. Perhaps he really did need to start driving himself. Just look what happened when he didn't. His Uber ride brought him to second base.

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