A/N: I had an anonymous request on tumblr for a honeymoon story. I hope you enjoy!

As Sheldon held his wife's hand in the train station, memories of Valentine's Day 2014 came flooding back to him. It was fitting that they would be traveling by train for their honeymoon, as the first time they had used that mode of transportation together was when he had finally admitted to himself that he had romantic feelings for her. Had it really been four years since he initiated that kiss? If he concentrated hard enough, he could almost taste the brownies on her lips.

This trip had been a joint decision. After Amy vetoed his request to spend their honeymoon in Switzerland to see the CERN supercollider and he vetoed hers for a Little House on the Prairie excursion, she suggested something they both could enjoy - something romantic to satisfy her needs as well as something that fit his interests. A lightbulb went off as he recalled how they combined the two elements on that fateful trip, and he proposed re-creating the best moments.

Doing the exact same route crossed their minds, but as they looked at itineraries, they found one that included an overnight stay on the train itself. And instead of stopping in wine country, this one would take them to Seattle. Neither had ever been, so Sheldon reasoned going to a new place together to start their married life was perfect. Amy had been thrilled with the idea, so it was settled.

He caught her staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He smiled at her lovingly and squeezed her hand, the hand with the ring he had placed on her finger two days earlier. Subconsciously he stroked his own ring with his thumb. The cool metal band on his finger felt foreign to him, but in a good way. It reminded him of the commitment they made to each other, of the bond they shared that strengthened every day.

An overhead announcement interrupted his thoughts. "We will now begin the boarding process for the Coast Starlight with service to Seattle..."

Amy adjusted her purse strap, her eyes shining. "That's us."

They followed their fellow passengers to the platform. Much to Sheldon's relief, there was no pushing or shoving to enter the train. When it was their turn, he held out his phone to the conductor to scan their e-tickets, and within minutes they were on the observation level admiring the panoramic views of downtown Los Angeles through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Wow!" Amy exclaimed. "With all these windows, we won't miss a thing."

"And because I reserved us seats on the left side, we'll have spectacular views of the ocean as we head north."

"Oh, Sheldon!" Amy reached up and kissed him firmly on the lips.

"Amy!" He looked around wildly at their fellow passengers, but no one appeared to be paying attention. "Let's wait until we do our re-creation," he murmured.

"I'll try to be patient. Shall we take our luggage to the room?"

"I've got it. Make yourself comfortable by the windows."

Sheldon dodged the passengers coming in as he carried their suitcase downstairs to their sleeping quarters. After squeezing it into a corner, he took a few moments to assess the space but didn't dwell on the cramped quarters. They wouldn't be spending much time there anyway, at least not during the day. When he rejoined his wife a few minutes later, she had taken a seat and draped her sweater over the adjacent one. He pecked her cheek when he lowered himself into the saved seat and took her hand in his.

As the train pulled away from the station, they watched the sights of LA fade away into the scenic coast of southern california. An hour into the ride, Sheldon apprised her of the amenities the train possessed, but Amy was happy just to enjoy the view. He had to practically tear her away from her seat to the dining car when the dinner announcement sounded overhead.

"Good evening," their waiter greeted them. "Our specials tonight are the filet mignon, the grilled seared Norwegian salmon, and the butternut squash risotto. I can offer you wine recommendations for each..."

"I'm sorry," Sheldon interrupted. "I heard you serve a seafood risotto, but I don't see it listed on the menu."

"My apologies, Sir. We have a rotating menu, and unfortunately it is not one of the choices tonight. It's one of our Wednesday options."

"That won't work. My wife and I are trying to re-create our Valentines dinner from four years ago. We had the seafood risotto. I suppose you don't have brownies either."

"Perhaps the southern pecan tart will be to your liking."

"It will not."

Amy glared at him. "Sheldon! We'll need a few minutes to decide," she informed the waiter.

When he was out of earshot, Amy reached across the table, resting her hand on her husband's. "Sheldon, it's okay. It's not like we're doing an exact re-creation. If we were, we'd be on a train to Napa Valley with Howard and Bernadette."

He sighed. "I know. I was just hoping we could re-create the magic of that kiss. I'm most disappointed they don't have brownies."

"We don't need brownies to share a magical kiss. Every kiss still leaves me weak in the knees."

He looked at her uncertainly. "The pecan tart does sound good."

"It does. Maybe I'll leave a little extra on my lips for you to lick off."

"Vixen," he muttered.

The waiter eyed them apprehensively when he made his rounds back to their table. "Are you ready to order?"

"We'll have the butternut squash risotto and the pecan tart," Sheldon informed him.

"Very good. Would you care for some wine?"

Amy edged her glass closer to him. "Yes, please." She looked at Sheldon who shook his head politely. "Just one glass of whatever goes well with the risotto."

They were both pleased with their entrée choice, with Amy raving that it was even better than the seafood variety on the wine train. She lifted her glass to his milk glass, and they toasted to their new chapter of life.

"And to many more railway journeys together," Sheldon added.

When the dinner plates were cleared, he reached across table and stroked her left hand, paying extra attention to the antique ring, as they gazed into each other' eyes. He'd been a fool to think it was a silly tradition. He loved the way her brilliant green eyes sparkled when she excitedly dicussed the activities they had planned for Seattle. He studied every fleck, committing them to memory. Though they'd been together eight years, their relationship felt as new and exciting as if they were just beginning. In a way they were with their new marital status.

They lingered over dessert and herbal tea, just enjoying each other's company. When there were only two other couples remaining, Sheldon stood, and Amy followed suit. He held up her wine glass, noting she had left a sip for him.

"I'm sorry this isn't the re-creation we had planned. Dinner and dessert were different, and we've already gazed into each other's eyes, so we're doing this out of order," he apologized.

"Honestly, a re-creation seemed like a brilliant plan in theory, and while I will always cherish that moment we shared four years ago, we'll never be able to replicate it. Even if we come close, it won't be the same. It was the spontenaiety that made it so special the last time."

"Perhaps I shouldn't kiss you here then. I'll surprise you when you least expect it."

"I didn't say that, though I do like the idea of a surprise. Why can't we do both?"

"Alright." He licked his lips and took a swallow of the fermented liquid. "Oh, dear Lord! That really does burn! I mean mmm... wine, grape juice that burns."

She chuckled, and he joined in at the absurdity of it. This was not going exactly to plan, but the mood was a lot lighter than the last time. He hoped that would only make their pending liplock even better, though it would be hard to beat.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth and swallowed the bitter remnants left behind. Then just like on that fateful night, he leaned in, his lips connecting with hers, as he slowly stood upright with his hands on her hips. She pressed herself closer. Her hands, instead of hanging limply at her sides as they had the last time, kneaded his shoulders. Her fingers quickened the pace and the pressure increased when he prodded her lips with his tongue. He needed to taste every bit of her.

"Wow!" She exclaimed when they came up for air. "That was nice... better than nice... much, much better."

"Good."

The couple seated across from their table gaped at them, but Amy didn't care.

Sheldon tugged on his collar. "Perhaps we should call it a night," he murmured in her ear. He entwined his fingers with hers and tugged her hand.

"Where are we going?"

"I was going to our room. Do you want to come with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I do."