Note: This is a little based on a dream I had last week, and a little based on @anicez-shamy‘s suggestion of punishment based on that dream. (It’s a little dirty, but not graphic.)
Sheldon checked his watch. It was nearly nine, so he knew he needed to put down the controller and get back across the hall. Amy was waiting for him. She probably looked delicious as she lounged on their bed waiting for him, and he couldn’t wait to see her.