„What is your problem?" Sheldon was outraged. How could she have dared bark this extremely rude and aggressive "Leave!" towards his new friend? To his mind, Eric had been nothing but nice. Even though he had ignored Amy most of the time, it was still something Sheldon considered very friendly and polite in today's society.

Amy seemed to be just as angry as her boyfriend. "It's Valentine's Day! We're supposed to be having a romantic weekend!"

Now that was the icing on the cake. She had tricked him into all of this by leading him on with a train ride? Sheldon couldn't believe it but he mentally kicked his own ass. He should have known, right from the beginning. The alarm clocks should have kept ringing after he had heard "Bed And Breakfast".

"Oh really? Because I remember you saying that this trip is going to be something we could both enjoy!"

He ignored the devastated look on Amy's face. She stood there like he had slapped her right in the face.

In that very moment, he couldn't have cared less. "Did you mean that? Or were you just trying to trick me?"

He felt so betrayed, he couldn't believe it. Amy was obviously not sure what to say and something inside of Sheldon enjoyed that. Yes, it was time for the truth, it was time to admit that she had just been wanting to sacrifice her own needs.

"Fine!" She hissed. "It's true. I…" She struggled for a short moment to find the right words. "Deserve romance. And I… didn't know how else to make it happen."

Suddenly there was this deep something in her eyes. Sheldon couldn't tell what it was… sadness, fear, regret, longing. He had never been good at telling feelings, most of all not through just one look. But she didn't seem angry anymore.

He, on the other hand, still was. Very much so. "Well, if you want romance, then… let's have romance!"

Again, even though Amy's eyebrows were pulled down, he couldn't tell if she was deeply hurt or deeply upset.

Sheldon looked around to find something. The glasses of wine were streaked by his grumpy look. "Oh, look! There's wine!"

He made a quick step towards the table and grabbed Amy's glass. To hell with all the bacteria and germs and whatnot. He was here to prove a point, to make her see she was wrong.

"Mmmmmhhh" He put the glass to his lips and took a very small sip. He hated the taste. How did she even come up with the idea to go to the place where wine was made. He couldn't have cared less about this one specific beverage. "Grape juice that burns!"

Sheldon put the glass back angrily. "Now, let's gaze into each other's eyes!"

He slightly pouted and brought his face just a few inches closer to Amy's before opening his eyes widely.

She looked back but he could slowly tell, that she was starting to get annoyed. Well, then may it be so! She had been the one who had started this. She wanted romance, so she'd get romance. All that boring, cliché romance. He would fill her up with so much of it, that by the end of the day she'd be sick of it… hopefully for the rest of her life.

"You blinked, I win!" He pulled back and stared at her angrily.

Amy sighed. "Sheldon…"

No, it was definitely not time for one of her speeches, he wasn't done being romantic. Not at all. "Let's see, what's next. Oh, kissing's romantic!"

He had been drinking from her glass a few seconds ago, there was nothing to lose.

Her eyebrows were pulled down again but now she looked more confused than angry. Sheldon didn't have much time to analyze that any further though, cause faster than they both knew, his lips collided with hers. There! Now, was that the romance she had been hoping for? Was it that? Was she finally happy now? Filled up with stinking romance, from head to toe?

With his lips pressed against hers, time suddenly seemed to have stopped. Sheldon felt all of his anger simply puff out, like a little rain cloud that just casually floated away and exposed the burning sun.

It was time to back off, his point had been made. But something inside of him didn't let him. Maybe there was still some anger inside of him that kept him pressing his lips against Amy's. Or maybe it was that mild chocolate taste that slowly filled his mouth.

'Brownies!' The thought shot through his brain gyri like a wildfire. 'We had brownies for dessert.'

The chocolate taste slowly overlayered the horrible wine taste that still was sitting on his tongue. Somewhat automatically he stepped closer to her, stretched his back out and up, vertebra by vertebra by vertebra. He hadn't really realized how tiny Amy actually was, compared to him. But he clearly felt her tilt back more and more with every step he took towards her. When their bodies touched, he somehow felt her raising her underarm. And his own, too. His hands automatically found their way on her hips as he leaned into the kiss even more. He nearly felt the surprise that washed up inside of her more and more. But he wasn't ready to let go, not yet. Her warmth was heavenly, her taste was heavenly, to be so close to her that he could feel her body was divine.

With one last extra firm movement against her lips, he slowly, very slowly, backed away. But not too far. He was unable to open his eyes. All these sensations within him were unreal. Sheldon was overwhelmed with what was going on inside of him. His stomach felt weird, somehow it was all tingly. His hands on her hips felt hot… or cold… he couldn't tell. His lips felt numb and swollen, the taste in his mouth was almost too much to handle. But then he dared to open his eyes a little bit. A short glance into Amy's eyes told him, that she wasn't angry anymore. He stared back down on her lips – the new paradise he had just discovered. With that thought in mind, he swallowed heavily and let his hands sink back down.

Amy, on the other hand, still didn't seem to know what to do with her underarms. She shyly looked up into his eyes for a second or two and whispered a quiet yet overwhelmed "That was nice".

He had lowered his look almost to the ground but her words caused him to look at her lips again, while he automatically nodded. "Good"

It seemed like he heard his own voice from far away, it sounded soft and calm.

Amy finally lowered her arms back down and Sheldon dared to look at her face. She seemed to be just as confused as him. Confused about all those feelings and emotions and things that were going on in his brain, that cause his body to feel all weird and tingly. He swallowed again to – at least – moderate this chocolaty taste that still lingered all inside his mouth. But the second he had done it, he regretted it. He didn't want to get rid of the taste. Not at all.

"Uhm" He wasn't sure himself if he broke the silence to not let it become awkward or just as excuse to lick his own lips right after the word had come out of his mouth, just to get the brownie taste back in. "The conductor said… if I come back to the engine room…" He looked back up into her beautiful green eyes. "…he'd show me how to bring the train through a crossing."

Sheldon couldn't for the life of him decide whether to look at her lips or into her eyes. Both were equally amazing.

Amy seemed to be in the same situation. She looked right into his eyes and then shyly lowered her eyes back onto his lips, while slowly nodding. "Okay. Have fun."

What? No. He wouldn't go anywhere without her.

He looked onto her lips again and drew a few millimeters closer. But then he realized she wasn't looking at him and he thought it would have probably been inappropriate to kiss her again without a warning. So he just shot another longing glance towards her soft lips. "Do you wanna come with me?"

He kept watching her mouth. He was more than fascinated by it. He had already known that clever words came out of there on a daily basis and he couldn't deny that Amy's intelligence and choice of words was something that definitely kept him in this relationship. But he had discovered something else that these lips could do. Something physical. And he wasn't sure if it didn't excite him quite as much as her intellectual level.

"Really?" She looked into his eyes, for a longer period this time.

He looked back and nodded encouragingly.

"I do" Amy responded in all honesty while slightly nodding back.

Sheldon couldn't help but smile. What had she done to him? All this time over the past three years… what had this vixen done to the magnificent Dr. Sheldon Cooper, who couldn't even take his eyes off her lips, while walking past her, to lead her to the engine room of this amazing train.

tried my best :) if you want it continued to the Bed And Breakfast part, tell me ;) then I'm gonna write it! :)

Have a lovely evening my Shamy shippers