Chapter 4 is up!!! ENJOY!!!
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When they had finished, Becca heard "How I Feel" by Martina McBride come on, and a few couples made their way to the dance floor.
"You like this song?" Sheldon inquired softly, and Becca looked at him, smiling and saying,
"I love this song, Martina McBride's voice is simply awesome." Becca sighed, and Sheldon stood up, saying,
"Well, we could leave, or we could dance, if you wanted to." Becca looked up at him, and deliberated her choices for a moment. A broad grin split her face and she stood up, taking his hand and saying,
"Let's dance, doctor." He laughed as they walked out to the dance floor and began to dance, performing the dips and spins and twists and all those other dance moves. But there were also slow-dancing parts, and they slow-danced perfectly, with Sheldon keeping her right hand clasped in his close to his heart, and her arm resting on his right shoulder, and his free hand on the back of her waist.
And then it sped up again for a little while, and they spun and twisted around. They alternated between the two until the song was over, and one the last few notes they struck graceful poses with each other, and then Becca fell against Sheldon's chest like she was supposed to.
They gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment, time slowing down as Sheldon held Becca close to him. They scarcely breathed as they kept their eyes locked on each other. Then, Becca blinked once, and the spell was broken. Sheldon helped Becca stand upright, and then tucked her hand into his elbow, escorting her out.
"Such a gentleman." Becca said, sighing as she laid her head on his shoulder. She stiffened, saying, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not." Sheldon said, resting his head softly on top of hers. She smiled and buried her face in his shoulder for a moment. They ended up at the car, and Becca slid in. Sheldon got in and drove her home, and when she moved to open the door, Sheldon grabbed her hand. She looked at him, and he snaked his hand around to the back of her neck. He drew her face in and kissed her softly. She was shocked at first, and he withdrew.
"No." She said quietly, grabbing onto his hand. "I didn't say stop." She added with a smile, and Sheldon grinned as he pressed his lips against her, this time she responded. When they broke the kiss, Sheldon said,
"I should go."
"No, you should stay." Becca said impulsively, and Sheldon shook his head, saying,
"I want to take this slow, Becca, I don't want to ruin what we already have."
"You won't. Did I say we would? I just don't want to be alone tonight."
"Me either, but still, Becca…"
"Nope. You're coming up with me." She said, and when Sheldon didn't move, she grabbed his hand, saying quietly, "Please. Just hold me tonight. Nothing more. Please." Sheldon looked at her, and then nodded. He got out with her and kept his hand on the small of her back until they got up to her apartment.
She showed him around, and then changed into sweats and a tank top. Sheldon just grabbed the duffel bag he always keeps in his car in case of a bad crime scene and put a white shirt on and a pair of sweats. Becca paused at her door and said,
"There's a guest bedroom, if you prefer. Either way, fine with me." She disappeared into the bedroom and Sheldon didn't even stop to think.
"Guest bedroom my foot." He muttered, slipping quietly into her bedroom. He found the bed in the darkness, and Becca pulled him down, wrapping her arms around his waist. He pulled her close and smelled the citrus shampoo coming from her hair. He inhaled deeply and sighed. She smiled against his chest and said,
"You're not a mass murderer, are you?"
"Nope. You a black widow?"
"Not me." She said, smiling wider. He absent-mindedly stroked her hair, and said quietly,
"Hey Becca?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever met someone, and in a few days feel like you've known them forever?"
"Uh huh."
"Who?"
"You."
"Me too. I thought maybe it was just me."
"Nope. This feeling's mutual." She said, kissing his lips softly, and then snuggling back down. Soon they both drifted off.
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The next day, Mac came in to find Stella slumped over at her desk, sleeping. He shook his head and blew out a breath, going into her office.
"I'm not asleep, Mac." Stella's voice said, and he jumped, startled. She raised her head up, and her face was flawless. He studied her, and then shrugged, saying,
"Fine. Just thought I'd bring you some coffee."
"Peace offering, Mac?" Stella asked, accepting it and taking a drink.
"Yeah, actually. I'm sorry about that yesterday, Stel. I didn't mean to offend you…" Mac said, trailing off and Stella picked back up, saying,
"I know. I was just snappish because of my thrice-damned computer." Mac rolled his eyes and walked behind Stella, putting a hand on her desk and leaning down so he could see the screen.
"So, just what are you trying to do on here?"
"Find my long-lost sister." Stella said, sighing. Mac looked down at her, and she elaborated, telling him the same story she had told Sheldon. Mac nodded in understanding, standing up straight. He patted Stella's shoulder, saying,
"You'll find her, Stel. Oh, and by the way, what's this I hear about you giving Sheldon, Danny and Lindsey a few hours off for lunch today?" Stella nodded, saying,
"Sheldon met a new girl, and I offered to cover for them, so they could all get together."
"You said I offered too." Mac said, raising an eyebrow at her. She shrugged, saying,
"Go ahead, take off too. I'll just go hang out with Sid, or Adam. Something like that." Mac sighed, knowing that she had called his bluff.
"Fine, I'll stay too." Stella beamed at him, and said,
"Thanks, Mac." She turned back to her computer, and Mac left, hoping that she didn't kill the thing before the day was over with.
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Sheldon awoke to the smell of coffee, and he blinked a few times before he remembered he was at Becca's. He got up and dressed quickly in the change of clothes he had, and walked into the kitchen, seeing Becca cooking something.
"Mmm, smells good, Becca." Sheldon said quietly as he slipped his arms around her waist. She smiled as he cautiously kissed the back of her neck.
"I made French toast."
"I thought you were Italian." Sheldon joked, and she smacked him on the shoulder, saying,
"That was bad, Sheldon, oh so bad." He shrugged as she laid the plates on the table, and poured them both a glass of orange juice. As they ate, Becca told Sheldon about what she did at her work, which wasn't much. She knew that her work was boring, but the way Sheldon listened intently, you'd think her job was the most fascinating thing on earth. Becca finished her story of a client who tried to do a hold-up, but eventually just gave up and walked out. She and Sheldon cleaned up, and then he realized how late it was getting. He took Becca in his arms and kissed her softly, sweetly and slowly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and then put her forehead on his, saying softly,
"Go on. Be safe." Sheldon smiled at this; usually it took a few months before a woman would say that to him.
"I'll try." He said, giving her one final kiss and then walking out, a happy look on his face that he hadn't seen in a while.
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Not the best ending, I know, but it was getting long. Dantana in the next one, and possibly some Flangell/Fang, whichever one you prefer, basically I mean Don Flack/Jessica Angell. I hope you liked this chapter, and thanks for reading! Pretty please review, and adios for now!!!