A/N: The following is rated M.

"Don't give me that face, it's so cute I might not be able to hold back."

Despite the long travel and the late hour, Amy is actually beaming. She keeps looking at the driver's seat, smiling at Sheldon each time their eyes met.

When earlier that night he had showed up at the airport and offered to drive her home, she simply couldn't believe her own eyes and ears. It doesn't matter, though, as he's been driving for more than forty minutes and they haven't risked their lives once.

"Why the adoring face?" Sheldon asks.

Amy grins, "I'm happy to see you. Even only three days can be a really long time," she says.

"And?"

She sighs, "Well, I'm pleasantly surprised by… this," she explains, gesturing to him and the car.

"Of course," Sheldon exclaims, "I followed your conference on streaming, you were brilliant! You only deserved a welcome back with full honors and commodity, and since I'm increasingly more confident in driving I thought I could make you a nice surprise."

"And?"

He turns briefly to her, "I missed you. I couldn't wait to see you, not even an hour."

He stops at a red light, and finds her glowing face still staring at him. She's right; three days can be a long time indeed. Not to mention how well smiling suits her. He gulps when his mind dares to think of how he hoped they may celebrate once home.

The traffic light turns green, and Sheldon tries to focus back on the road, "Don't give me that face, it's so cute I might not be able to hold back," he mumbles.

"Hold back?"

The moment she speaks, he feels her hand on his tight. He gulps again, harder, and wonders how she understood what he meant. He doesn't know how Amy has learned to efficiently read his face in such situations.

He squeezes the steering wheel, trying to ignore that warm hand slowly climbing his leg, "Uhm, I- I don't… isn't dangerous with such an inexperienced driver as I am?"

She doesn't seem to care, considering how her hand has now reached his groin and isn't going away, "Don't say that. You're driving flawlessly tonight," she compliments him, "Such… a good… boy," she purrs, and the zipper of his pants is down.

Sheldon takes a deep breath. There's no way they could reach home safely if she keeps playing with the shift like that. He glances at the GPS, and his decision is made.

"Where are you going?" Amy asks when he unexpectedly turns. He doesn't answer until a few minutes later, when they reach the Rose Bowl Stadium's parking lot and stops the car in a secluded area.

He turns the engine off and unbuckles the seatbelt, "No games today," he just says before throwing himself on Amy to hungrily kiss her.

As she gets rid of her own belt, he guides her other hand back on his crotch. Amy doesn't waste a second and finally slips inside his briefs, grabbing his already hard member.

He moans almost in relief against her lips, and wonders how he managed to make it until that moment, considering he tensed the moment she touched him. He lets her stroking him for a short while, then detaches and sits back.

He moves his seat backwards, "Here. It'll be easier," he explains lying down. Amy promptly climbs over to bestride him, and proudly smiles. This is way over her best expectations, and totally crazy.

She reprises her hold on him, while for Sheldon now it's much easier to assault her cardigan and blouse to seek access to her breast. He unceremoniously slides up her bra, and catches one nipple in his mouth, the other teased and pinched by his hand. Amy's reaction traduces in faster stroking, and increasing panting.

This is enough for him. "My wallet…" he stutters, "If it's okay."

She lets go of him to cup his face and kiss him, pushing her whole weight onto him, and the desperate grinding makes clear she's totally okay with that. He eagerly observes her as she moves to retrieve the condom hidden in his wallet and unroll it on his shaft. As soon as it's ready, Amy lifts up just enough to let him pull her tights and panties down to her knees. Before he slides into her, they stare to each other briefly, and he almost loses it already because of the way she's grinning.

They both cry with pleasure when she starts moving on him. Sheldon tightens his grip on her bottom, and helps her movements. Amy hangs on his neck, and he can rest his face in her bosom, sucking and kissing the exposed skin from time to time.

The ride becomes frantic, and she clings to him so tightly he's almost left breathless. He shuts his eyes, trying to resist long enough to allow reach her climax. Thankfully, he hears her screams shortly after, so he finally gives in to his own orgasm as well.

"This was…" Amy tries to say, panting, but Sheldon interrupts her with another kiss. She returns it, and rests her forehead on his, and he notices only now the wonky glasses on her nose.

He adjusts them, "Here, or you won't see a thing."

She smiles, "Thank you. Oh God… Oh God! Start the car!" Amy suddenly yells, jumping back on her seat, "Someone is coming here, hurry!"

Sheldon tries to turn back to check, but she hits him, "Hurry!" She cries out.

Barely able to remember what he needs to do because of the panic and the afterglow, he manages to start the car and leave. They travel a few yards, then he quickly looks at her, who's slouching in the seat.

Amy bursts out laughing, and he happily joins her.