A/N: Just anothet fluffy snippet. I saw this rgbcn drawing and I immediately let my mind playing withe the idea. Thank you so much for this! Also thanks to bigbangenthusiast who helped me once again in my eternal fight with the English grammar, and to stellina2a aka our very own Stories Titles Generator.

"Shh… it's over now"

"Oh Amy, it was horrible…" Sheldon answered back. "And it was so real! Oh no, what if it really happens?"

Amy tightened her grip on him, gently stroking his right arm. "What have you been dreaming about? Can you tell me?" She asked.

Sheldon nodded. "I have won the Nobel Prize, and I am about to give my acceptance speech… except I can't talk. Can you imagine? I can't talk!" He explained. Amy could feel he was still shaking.

"Then my time ends, and the orchestra starts playing to send me away. I can't leave yet, of course. But then a gorilla enters the stage, and starts delivering a lecture on… oh, Amy. " He paused, outraged by what he had witnessed in his dreams. "A lecture in geology!"

"I'm sure nothing like that would happen. I don't think gorillas are admitted to delivering lectures in Sweden. Or teach geology." Amy tried to reassure him. "I mean for real." She added, realizing he was staring at her suspicious.

She moved up enough to leave a kiss over his cheek. "I also think you should hang less with that pretty brain of yours. He plays weird tricks on you."

"I know. You told me this already"

They stayed still a few more moments, until he turned to her to place his silent request.

"Of course." Amy whispered.

"I am not a child." He stated as he returned to lie down. "It's just it soothes me…"

Amy smiled. It wasn't the first time nor would have been the last that Sheldon asked for a lullaby after a bad dream. Nevertheless, he always needed to specify that. For her part, she thought that his remark just made him even more needy of one.

She let him adjust back on his pillow, and reprised brushing his arm. "What do you want me to sing to you tonight?"

"Do you know The Raiders March? From Indiana Jones?"

Amy agreed and immediately began humming the known tune. Sheldon closed his eyes, and in a few moments she could already sense he was relaxing, and hear his breathing being regular again.

She was yet singing, when Sheldon did something else she has grown used to. Never reopening his eyes, he languidly rolled over and hugged her, his head resting on her chest.

Amy felt him moving his face, rubbing around to find the most comfortable position - or in the attempt to somehow breathe her, she couldn't tell. She let him and then reached for his head with her chin, holding him and sometimes brushing his hair.

They maintained their embrace long after Amy had done with the lullaby. He didn't let go even when she finally returned to lie down, and held tighter instead.

"It's your heartbeat." Sheldon muttered in her bosom. "Tum - Tum - Tum."

"Huh?"

"Your heartbeat." He repeated.

"Do you like to listen to it?"

"It's what really soothes me. It feels like home."

Amy tilted down to look at him, hit by the sudden revelation. By then, he had declared his love a thousand times. The first time in front of his room. Every morning, kissing her goodbye. Every time she saved him from some uncomfortable situation, every time she prepared his favorite meals; every time they made love. Despite this, Amy thought it was the best thing Sheldon ever told her.

"I felt home too, when you hold me like this." She replied.

He was falling asleep already, "Uhm. It's good." He said sleepily. "Hmm, tum…"

Amy smirked, and returned to caress his hair and arms.

"Good night, Sheldon. Have good dreams..."