37A/N: I really hope this puts a smile on your face. This one's inspired by 05x23:
Leonard: ...You left your queen exposed from above, you trapped your knight in the corner, and you kept sighing and saying, why me?
Sheldon: Oh, what has that vixen done to me, Leonard? And how do I make it stop?
There's something so intimate in the way the light touches her being. The harsh beams intensify her soul. The soft rays refract and hide the most desirable parts of her. She's a moving master's stroke.
He waits for that time of day when the light would hit her just so and the slope between her neck and shoulder-blade is a perfect place to rest his head. It's a curve that he always traces with his eyes.
Sometimes he thinks he must've conjured her up. It's specially true when he looks at her eyes, rimmed with blue, vastly green, with flecks of gold and brown. Colors. She brings them to life.
Maybe she's better off as an illusion, because being a subject of her whims and wiles is too much.
'Why me?'
The Mario theme song summoned joy. Strawberry Quik set off fondness. The spaghetti with little hotdogs cut up in it called up home.
And now, walking out from the train station, having been a junior conductor who got to blow the whistle, all he can do is to put his hand above his heart. He's got to put a lid on it, lest it overflows.
That morning packed too much sunlight and it hurt his eyes. The earth must've been moving too fast, he can't keep up. His knees shake, he reaches for something to hold on to.
"Sheldon, are you alright?"
And there she is, his savior and captor all at once.
"Yes. Please take me home."
Once there, he took his boards out straight away. He worked on his theories on the double. Nothing equates. His train of thought ends on Amy's pale, slightly hunched shoulders. Not to mention the incessant stirring he feels inside. It's a warmth growing from his chest, radiating out of his body. It's a glow that refuses to succumb to his confusion, but lightens his heart.
Happiness and not the kind he brought on his own. And he's afraid he'd be without it again.
Her campaign is succeeding. He hopes she couldn't tell by the way he's gawking at her wearing a Star Trek nurse uniform. He never thought the shade of his eyes would look good on her skin. Plus she styled her hair a little, too.
"You didn't look good that day at the train station. Maybe you can use some check up?" she sounded so concerned. It amazes him that she's good at roleplaying, too.
He has no words, so he just opened the door wider to let her in.
Curves. Everywhere. From the heels of her boots, the back of her shins, her thighs, and her back. The run and rise of her body impresses upon his eyes, his mind.
"Please lie down," he heard her say.
He watches her as she puts on her props. The way she holds them looks as if she's done it a thousand times before.
He follows her to the couch only to stop in front of it, waiting for what, he doesn't know. Until she looks up, eyes beseeching, 'Lie down.'
His mouth is dry, his hands are clammy. His heart rate elevated. And he knows the thermostat is at its prime setting but he's definitely feeling flush.
Amy held out the small apparatus, scanning him from his feet up. He's so thankful these things aren't real because then she'll know. She can't know.
"Now, let's see what's wrong with you," her lips are moving and she's looking intently at the reader on her hands, but all that's buzzing in his mind was the question he asked Leonard that fateful day, 'How do I make it stop?'
He realized he doesn't want to. And he proceeded to tell her that.
A/N: First, I'm so thankful for your time. The feedback and views I get for this project sustain me in these extraordinary days. It's nice to know so many out there love the same thing as I do. It eases the isolation. So again, thank you.
Also, to those who favorited and follow this project, to my guests and regular reviewers, Kingdomfictionalia, , PrePsychPineappleLover, thebigbang73, Sssyzygy1... thank you for inspiring me to be better. I'm not a native English speaker, so thank you for bearing with me.
P.S. Some of these reviewers are Shamy writers, so please, check out their stories, too.
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