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His hand brushed a strand of hair from her face. The feel of his fingers gracing her skin was almost electrifying. Her heart fluttered as he grasped the small point of her chin, raising her face to inspect her features. As his bright blue eyes raked over every inch of her face, she could almost feel the burning embers behind them. Leaning in, he lightly brushed his lips against hers, sending chills down her spine. He stopped to look at her once more, and gave her a smile that warmed her heart before he placed a deeper kiss upon her lips. She wound her fingers through his hair, angling her face to deepen the kiss, lightly teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue.

*beep beep beep*

They were in an embrace that made it seem as if nothing else in the world existed save for them, right then and there in that moment. He broke their kiss and began to leave a trail of small, excruciating kisses along the side of her neck, given her the sensation that her knees were going to fall from under her. She murmured his name, in what was almost a purr.

*beep beep beep*

She felt a hand on the small of her back, slowly moving its fingers along the line of her spine, sending shivers through her body. His lips had moved to the curve of her collarbone, each kiss leaving a tingling sensation. She whispered his name again, but his hand moved away from her back. She wanted to grasp it and return to where it had been brushing against her skin, but she couldn't find it. She could no longer feel his kisses upon her; confused, she opened her eyes to find him…

At that moment she regained consciousness, feeling the heat emanating throughout her body from the dream. The incredulous beeping had stopped and a warmth had found its way to her back, giving way to a calm silence. Katie found her head cradled on a firm yet soft pillow, her arms and legs entangled in a comfortable mess. She enjoyed the peacefulness of her reverie, still swimming in the happiness from her dream, and then her mind began to tick, causing her to open her eyes. A quick glance found her facing a flannel V where the buttons of Sheldon's pajama top met at his neck. Her pillow was not a pillow at all, but bicept covered in soft flannel. She could feel a leg between her legs, and prior experience informed her that her outer leg was draped over his. The warmth at her back could only mean that he was holding her. Holding me? This, from a man who, unless he's been drinking, doesn't seem to want to touch anyone without a bottle of Purell. She wondered if she could pinch herself, to wake herself from what seemed to be another dream, but found her arms wrapped around his torso. She was holding him, too.

Katie tried to move a little, and felt Sheldon move with her. The arm at her back moved to her shoulder, pushing her back just slightly, partially breaking the embrace they were sharing. She could look up to his face now, and as she did, she was met with those startling blue eyes. He was awake, and still willingly touching her.

"Good Morning," he said feebly. She could feel the embrace stiffening. He was beginning to get nervous, but still wasn't in a rush to break the contact.

"Morning," she gave him a small smile. He was holding her and it made her feel slightly giddy.

"You were mumbling in your sleep," he commented giving her a look she couldn't read. "You said my name."

She felt her cheeks become warm at her embarrassment. She had been saying his name. Those had been his eyes that burned such a heat into her body. She broke the contact between them, now feeling awkward, knowing he had been awake and observing her while she slept. Normally a man watching her sleep wouldn't have been something to bother her, but he had heard her saying his name in a dream that had had the potential to start fires.

"Sorry," Katie mumbled quickly, looking over Sheldon's shoulder at the time on the clock beside them on the table. She needed to start getting ready. She looked everywhere but directly at Sheldon as she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She peaked at him as she closed the door, and she could swear she could see a smirk on his face.

Sheldon glanced over his shoulder. It was 6:21. Another nine minutes and the alarm would go off. He had just woken, and had found his body entangled with that of Katie's. She was snuggled into his arms, her arms draped around him, a leg draped over his. Sheldon's first instinct had been to ease himself out of the bed and run into his room, but he resisted, as he also felt a serenity about this contact they were sharing. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. His opinion that human contact was primarily one for germs or copulation was beginning to fade.

He wished he could glimpse her face, but her head was cradled on his arm. All he could see without moving his head—which he was afraid would wake her—was her forehead and a mass of auburn hair that spilled out onto the pillow beside her. There was a lone strand of hair in the middle of her forehead. Without thinking about it, he brushed it from her brow. Her hot breaths tickled his neck as the air escaped from her lips.

*beep beep beep*

The alarm clock was beginnings its monotone assault on his ear. She cuddled closer to him, and murmured something that was inaudible. He brought his had around to her back, ignoring the alarm, not wanting to rouse her just yet. This moment was still peaceful. He absently traced the line of her spine through her tank.

*beep beep beep*

He wanted to throw the alarm clock across the room for ruining his peacefulness. He slightly turned to reach the clock behind him, fumbling with the buttons to turn it off. Finally, some quiet, he thought as silence pervaded the room again. He placed his arm around her again, repeating his tracing, wanting to hold her until she woke herself. The silence broke when a breathy, but barely audible "Sheldon" escaped from her lips. He froze, then relaxed, her still steady breathing indicating she had not roused yet. She's asleep….and she just said my name.

A moment later, she moved and her breathing changed, pulling him with her as she tried to turn. He moved his hand from her back to her shoulder, to position them in a better spot. He could see her face, her blinking told him she was now awake, and his breathe caught when she looked up at him with round, green eyes. Seeing her in the first few moments of the day felt like a privilege that was only his, even though he knew by social convention that was something he should only feel if they were together.

He let out a small "Good Morning," immediately wishing he hadn't. He was all nerves now and was constantly fighting the urge to bolt from the room.

"Morning," she replied, giving him a small smile. Oh lord, that smile.

"You were mumbling in your sleep," he commented, looking at her. "You said my name." Her eyes went wide, and her cheeks turned pink. Is that…embarrassment?

She immediately let go of him, mumbling an apology. It must be. Her actions left him wondering what her dream had been about to cause her to be so embarrassment. It hit him. Was it possible she was having one of those dreams? He instantly wanted to know what his part in the dream was. She was making her way to the bathroom, and he was rooted to the spot, grinning from ear to ear.

The sound of the shower roused him from his reverie. He glanced at the clock, and then went to call up breakfast. Sheldon suddenly felt an unexplainable urge to make Katie feel happy, and most of all, he wanted to impress her. This was not normal for him, but so far everything with her had been far from normal.

The shower certainly calmed her embarrassment as the rhythmic fall of water hit her back. Ok so I'm attracted to him, and he knows it. He's not drunk this go around. Now what? She rinsed the conditioner she had brought with her from her hair. This whole situation had her feeling like a school girl with a crush, passing the neighborhood hottie on her way to school. She shut the water off and reach out to find her towel. Patting herself dry, she opened the curtain to find herself grinning in the mirror. Oh stop it.

She opened the door partly and peeked through. Sheldon was no longer in her room, so she stepped in and closed it. "Shower's yours," she shouted, ruffling the towel through her hair to get to a point where she could dry it. The running of water let her know he had heard her.

Forty minutes later she finally had her hair fixed and her make-up done. She was glad for the vanity, because she didn't know if she would've been able to control herself if she had had to do her routine with him naked behind a curtain just feet away from her. The thought brought images from their first encounter to mind. Katie couldn't help but grin as she dressed herself. She checked herself out in the mirror, wishing she wore this more. The black pencil skirt hugged her figure meeting a red belt placed neatly over a teal v-neck blouse. She eyed her Converse wistfully as she pulled the red pumps over her hosiery. She grabbed her black suit jacket and walked out to the dining area.

Sheldon was already sitting down, having finished his shower quickly. His eyes were transfixed on a book—obviously fantasy—he had propped before him, which looked oddly out of place with the tan suit he wore. A breath caught in her throat as she looked at him, being unable to stop herself from thinking how amazing he looked. He can look like a real grown up if he wants to. The click of her heels must have gotten his attention, because he was suddenly eyeing her as she walked over to join him. She saw him open and close his mouth, as if he were going to say something, but he stayed quiet. She poured herself some orange juice.

"Thank you for getting breakfast," she said, eyeing the eggs and bacon in front of here. There were grits as well, and an assortment of banana, grape, strawberry, and cantaloupe to the side. There was a mug of coffee too, with cream and Splenda waiting beside it. Someone pays attention.

Sheldon put his book aside. "It's the very least I can do, after you let me tag along. And after all of this." He motioned to the suite. "You look nice this morning."

Katie beamed at the compliment. "You don't look too bad yourself, honey. Nice suit."

He looked down and shrugged. "Thank you. I don't believe it warrants a compliment. It's not plaid." He sounded putout. "Penny took me shopping for a suit once, and every now and then insists that I get another. This is one of those." Remind me to give Penny my thanks. "But, in any case, I thought that since I have two PhDs, it would be best if I looked like I did."

"Plaid or not, you look amazing in it. What's your plan for today?"

"I'll try to find as many physics lectures as I can where I can refute their theories." He sounded thoroughly excited.

"Don't get yourself kicked out, ok? Will you be able to make it to the lecturers' dinner tonight?" She asked, hoping she wouldn't be going alone. He nodded to another suit that was draped over the back of one of the couches, indicating he had every intention of going.

"I noted that on the conference schedule I printed out before we even left L.A." He showed her a small stack of papers he had nearby.

Katie checked her phone. 7:40am. She called the desk to make sure their driver was ready. Grabbing one last bite from her plate, she cleaned up and grabbed her things. She was glad the university had a display for her already, where she would be talking to students and other professionals prior to her lecture. She grabbed a laundry bag on a hanger that encased a dress for that evening. They would have to change at the college and then go right to the banquet. Katie couldn't help but to be excited. This would almost be like a date.