In a rare act of deviation from his rigid schedule, Sheldon moved dinnertime from 6:30 to 7:30 so they could watch themselves on the six o'clock news.

They sat on the massive bed side by side, Sheldon leaning up against the pillows while Amy rested her head on his shoulder. Thirty minutes into the broadcast, there was no mention of the convention.

Sheldon was getting agitated. "They probably forgot to put it in, or the cameraman didn't press record."

"They still have 30 minutes left. Let's give it some time," Amy said rationally.

"It should have been the top story. One does not bury the top story."

She rubbed his arm soothingly, but it was not enough to calm him down. He fidgeted with the comforter and narrowed his eyes at the TV.

Fifteen minutes later they were rewarded with footage from the convention. A few people they recognized from the weekend were given a brief chance to tell the viewers what they enjoyed about the event, how far they had traveled to attend, or why they were interested in flags. Then they saw themselves on the screen. The camera panned over the vendor booths before settling on the stars.

Amy reached for her boyfriend's hand, and they entwined their fingers for the duration of their segment. As the reporter had warned them, their piece was edited, but overall Amy was satisfied. Sheldon was miffed that their intro was cut.

Amy excused herself to get her phone out of her purse. She returned to the bed, scrolling through YouTube videos.

"What are you searching for?" He asked as he attempted to peer at her screen.

"Just a minute." She cleared her search and started over. She scrolled through the new list of options, chose one, then triumphantly held her phone out to him.

He pressed play. Almost the entire encounter with the reporter was caught on film by one of the guests.

"This is how the broadcast should have been. I'm going to reference this video in our next episode of Fun With Flags."

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After their last dinner in San Jose, the couple returned to their hotel room. Sheldon turned the TV on to the Syfy network but quickly switched it to Animal Planet when Amy uttered an exasperated sound. They lay down and cuddled until it was time for bed.

They took turns changing and using the facilities then simultaneously brushed their teeth. Once they had both slipped under the covers and turned out the lights, they gravitated towards each other in the middle of the bed. The only sounds in the room eminated from the heater and their breathing.

Sheldon eventually broke the silence. "I want to thank you again for coming here with me."

Amy rested her head on his chest and ran her hand along his fully-clothed ribcage. "You're welcome. It's been a very enjoyable weekend."

"I'm already planning next year's trip. We'll have to fly unless you have the stamina to drive to Houston."

"Let's talk about it another time."

Under normal circumstances, he would have insisted they finalize their plans now, but he lost his train of thought when her hand moved down ever so slightly.

"Careful, Amy." He warned.

"Careful with what?" She asked innocently.

He began mirroring her actions then dipped his hand down to her abdomen atop the fabric of her nightgown. She edged her hand down a little further, allowing her fingers to play with the edge of his waist band then untied his drawstring.

He caught her wandering hand in his. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Not yet."

He lowered his lips to hers. The kiss deepened further when his tongue darted out requesting permission to enter. She parted her lips willingly. As he ran his tongue along hers, Amy could feel him hardening against her abdomen. Her hands itched to touch him, but she managed to restrain herself and let her boyfriend take the lead.

He dragged his lips from hers to trail tiny kisses along her neck, closed mouthed at first. Then wishing to taste her slightly salty skin, he traced the tip of his tongue over the area and threaded his fingers through her long locks.

Gaining confidence, his hands searched out his girlfriends breasts. He located her taut nipples through the thin fabric, teasing them. She let out a low moan then raked her fingers through his hair. His hot breath made its descent down to her collar bone. He slowly kissed his way back up to her lips before repeating the whole process.

When he reached her collar bone the second time, his hands roamed down her sides to the bottom hem of her nightie. He lifted his eyes to hers. When she nodded her head yes, he grasped the fabric and slowly lifted it. She sat up slightly and raised her arms as he pulled the gown over her head. He quickly discovered she wore no undergarments.

"Vixen," he murmured.

He cupped her breasts in his hands before rolling her still-hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. At her gasp, his hands stilled. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

"Are you okay? Did I use too much pressure?"

She shook her head no. "No, I enjoyed that very much."

He resumed his actions. She responded by draping her leg over his, pulling him closer. The fingers of his right hand released her nipple and inched their way down her belly and beyond, while his left hand remained fondling her chest. He located her wet folds and lightly caressed the area. She arched her back as he continued his ministrations, gradually adding more pressure.

No longer able to resist, she began unbuttoning his pajama shirt. He ceased his movements just long enough to shrug out of the garment and raise his arms when she peeled off his undershirt.

She traced her fingers down his bare chest until they made contact with his waistband. She slid her hand inside and caressed the soft skin before grasping him firmly but gently. Upon hearing his sharp intake of breath, she paused to peer at him.

He removed his right hand and stretched his arm to the nightstand, blindly reaching for the partially-used box of foil packets hidden in the drawer. He prided himself on being prepared for any situation so had brought them along just in case.

Amy touched his arm to gain his attention. "Sheldon, we're covered. I went on the pill after our first time."

He rolled back towards her and placed a soft kiss on her lips then carefully flipped her onto her back and hovered over her. She tugged the last barrier between them over his hips. He kicked the pants off then used his knees to part her legs before settling his legs in between. He lowered his lips to hers once more before entering her.

Urged on by his girlfriend's throaty moans, he quickened his pace. She wrapped her legs around his and met his every thrust. Her arms came around his back, using her nails to lightly scratch him, starting at his shoulders and working her way down to his firm behind.

He slowed to keep from climaxing prematurely. His lips roamed over her breasts. He suckled first one then the other.

"Oh God, Sheldon. Yes, yes, yes..."

She tightened and pulsed around him calling his name between whimpers. His thrusts picked up speed.

"Oh dear Lord! Yes, yes... Amyyyyy..." he moaned, thrusting one last time before stiffening then collapsing on top of her.

A few moments later, he raised himself on his elbows just enough to take some of his weight off her so they remained joined. She reached up and brushed his damp hair away from his forehead.

He kissed her softly then reluctantly rolled off her. They lay on their backs, their sides touching. He reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers.

"Was it as good as the first time?" He asked.

"Better," she confessed. She snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest as she listened to his still-erratic heartbeat.

The lay quietly enjoying each other's nearness for several minutes.

"Amy?" He whispered.

"Hmmm?" She asked drowsily.

"I love you."

"I love you too."