The Immutable Constancy Execution

The Endeavor Re-calibration

A/N: No point in saying sorry now, huh? I still am, for the delay.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Big Bang Theory, included in this story. Characters and plot that are related to the show belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 3: The Endeavor Re-calibration

Sheldon stares out the window while waiting for Amy to finish changing. Among the many interesting factoids that his beloved girlfriend has mentioned, staying in the wilderness was one of the most beneficial to him. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed their time at that cabin in Big Bear more than he thought he would. The cozy ambience and Amy's tantalizing playfulness when she got tipsy almost broke his resolve to only have coitus with her once a year. Luckily, she fell asleep while he was in the bathroom.

He returns to the present when he hears the bathroom door open and close. Amy was now dressed in a soft pink, floral dress with a gray cardigan over it. He didn't know it was possible, but the combination of gray and pink was bringing out a radiant glow in her. Plus, the dress she was wearing was hugging her curves, beautifully. He tries to focus his attention to something else while she puts away her used clothes, but fails miserably. He couldn't tear his eyes off her.

When she saw him staring at her, she couldn't help but look down at her dress. She looked back at Sheldon and saw the same expression on his face. She raises an eyebrow at him and he just shrugs and looks at something else.

"Is there something wrong with my dress?" she asks.

"No. It looks... you know, feminine," he answers, not wanting to reveal how he really feels about the dress.

"Feminine? It's a floral dress, Sheldon. It's supposed to be feminine." Amy retorts, making her way to the door.

Sheldon moaned once her back was turned. Berating himself internally at how foolish he sounded, stating the obvious; a floral dress, feminine. What a witty response, Cooper!

"Amy, wait!" he calls, following her out the door.

Although Amy was impressed by Sheldon's food choice for their lunch, she was upset about his reaction earlier. Technically, he didn't say that she was dressed badly, but he didn't say anything good about her look either. Would it really hurt to give me a compliment every once in a while? She asks herself.

Sheldon keeps on shooting glances at his girlfriend, trying to see her face and get some clue as to why she got all upset about him saying that her dress was floral; other than stating the obvious, he really didn't have a clue why she won't even look at him. Once they were both done with their food, she gets up and makes her way back to the hall, planning to return to their room and rest. She didn't know that Sheldon had something else, planned that afternoon. Before she could cross the threshold, Sheldon grabs her by the arm and turns her around. She smacks right into his chest and and bounces off. She almost toppled over until Sheldon locks her with his other arm, in a tight embrace.

"Ugh! Sheldon!"

He releases her, panicking with the thought that she got hurt. He moves back to give her space and examines her reaction if she was in any sort of pain.

"What do you think are you doing?" she asks, annoyed.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asks her with concern.

"No, but what was that all about?" she complains, straightening out her dress.

"I apologize. You were about to leave and I didn't want you to go just yet," Sheldon said, not looking at her, but at the floor.