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Thursday night.
He hated the rain. Date night had not gone well and it seemed Amy Farrah Fowler was no longer interested in being his girlfriend. Perhaps he should have brought a gift to their four year anniversary dinner but in his defense it had been a particularly busy week at the university and it had honestly slipped his mind.
A mind made for storing massive amounts of useful information; laws of physics and complex equations not what day four years ago he allowed Amy to be his girlfriend. A sigh escaped him.
She had given him an ultimatum; cut all ties with his new neighbor Hannah or terminate the relationship. They had argued; Amy had yelled that he would never change. Why would he change? She threw her napkin on the table and stormed out of the restaurant leaving him embarrassed and stranded in the restaurant.
He paid for both their meals and left, making his way to the bus stop as a crack of lightening broke the sky. Wonderful. Thirty minutes passed and the bus never came. He would have to walk the four blocks to his apartment.
How dare she tell me whom I can and cannot socialize with? I have been faithful to her for four years. She had no right. A bit of realization hit him as he walked. Just last night he had confessed to Leonard he had feelings for Hannah. She made him feel... alive. She made the trivial things in his life unimportant. She gave him peace.
Perhaps Amy had seen through him. Perhaps he wasn't being honest with himself. As if on cue the rain began; starting in tiny droplets before the heavens opened up and it began to pour.
Wonderful.
It took thirty more minutes to reach the apartment building; his jacket was nearly soaked through; his hair dripping water down his face. He began the slow ascend up the many steps; idly wondering if Hannah was a crazy jealous woman who would leave him stranded across town. His father had warned him that all women were psychos. Somehow it didn't seem to matter - instead of stopping on the fourth floor he continued up one more flight and found himself outside of Hannah's apartment door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Hannah."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Hannah."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Hannah."
The door opened slowly and Hannah was before him, leaning against the door frame with gray sweatpants loose on her hips and a simple white t-shirt, a cherry Popsicle between those perfect white teeth. She took a bite before greeting him, asking if everything was alright.
He looked pitiful and soaked; his hair clinging to his face and his eyes fixed on her. He was a broken man.
"Amy broke up with me but all I can think about is kissing you."
His words take her by surprise as she crunches the Popsicle - allowing him to run his fingers into her hair; pulling her forward and kissing her deeply. Her lips were cold and delicious as she kissed him back, grasping his jacket to pull him inside her apartment and shut the door. Hannah continued kissing Sheldon, unzipping the tan jacket so he wasn't standing in wet clothes and she could touch his chest. After he shed his coat his hands found her hair again; a groan escaping him as her own hands moved down his stomach and pulled his tucked in shirt free.
"Hannah..." He finally whispered, breathing heavily. "There's something about you." She could only listen to his words as they stared at one another - catching their breath as electricity buzzed around them. This is what he had been missing with Amy. This was desire. He kissed her again as her fingers traced his abdomen, grasping his shirt as they moved towards the couch.
Sheldon leaned over Hannah as she lay back, pulling him down with her. He braced his knee between her legs, holding his weight off of her with his hand on the arm of the couch. His other hand moved down her shoulder to her waist until he found the hem of her shirt, touching her warm skin. He had never kissed someone like this before let lone touch a woman's bare skin. He hip was even softer than her hair.
She raised her hips to meet Sheldon's as she ran her fingers through his damp hair, causing another moan to escape him. No one had touched him in 30 years as much as Hannah had in the last thirty minutes. It felt right. He would die a thousand deaths to feel her hands on his body.
Hannah giggled as Sheldon continued his finger trail up her ribs, wanting to touch her breasts but his courage was dwindling quickly. Before he could decide on his next move Hannah sat up on the couch causing him to sit up as well. She was now nearly in his lap, placing tiny kisses on his jaw.
"Sheldon if we don't stop soon I don't know if I'll be able too. I really like you but I don't think this is something you want to do after just breaking up with your girlfriend."
Sheldon searched her eyes. In the end he was just a man with a beautiful girl in front of him and his brain seemed to be working in slow motion. It wouldn't be fair to her or Amy if he acted on raw passion tonight. His relationship with Amy had been over for a while but he was a gentlemen and she deserved the appropriate grieving time for the four years they had spent together.
He made a mental note to ask Leonard exactly how long he should wait.
"You're right Hannah. Perhaps after a few days you would accompany me on a real date?" She smiled at the thought. "That sounds nice."
Sheldon composed himself and stood from the couch, helping Hannah to her feet.
"There's something about you." He said again before kissing her quickly and gathering his jacket. Hannah saw him out, waving goodbye before shutting the door and pressing her back to the wood.
There was something about Sheldon Cooper.
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Weeks turned into months and Sheldon seemed to be getting over Amy Farrah Fowler just fine. She had called him the next day after their break up to apologize for leaving him stranded at the restaurant but had to leave a message which he hadn't returned. The next few weeks had been spent by Hannah's side, getting to know her better - adding her and Penny to their Saturday paint ball team, seeing the new Superman movie.
The gang couldn't believe how much Sheldon had changed since meeting Hannah. He doted on her, brought her flowers home after work, kissed her when she would leave his apartment.
It had been over two months since his break up with Amy. Leonard and Penny were on a romantic dinner date across town on Saturday night leaving Hannah and Sheldon the apartment. They spent the evening like any other Saturday, watching reruns of The Walking Dead and eating pizza. "This show is kind of gross." She murmured, a yawn escaping her as he returned to his spot on the couch, holding his arms out so she could curl into his embrace and rest her head against his chest. Sheldon wrapped his arm around her, holding her against his body as they settled back into the show.
"Mmm." Was all he could offer as he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling her turn slightly and place a kiss on his jaw, causing a smile to spread across his face. "Mmm." He added.
Two hours later Leonard and Penny unlocked the apartment door - slipping in quietly since Sheldon was usually asleep by this hour. To their surprise he was indeed asleep, just on the couch instead of his sacred bedroom, with Hannah asleep on his chest.
"Oh my god." Penny whispered, slapping Leonard on the arm. "Can you believe this? They're so cute!"
Leonard just grinned, trying to walk past the couple on the couch without waking them. Unfortunately Hannah was a light sleeper and she stirred suddenly as Penny's heals clicked on the tile. "Hey guys..." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as Sheldon stirred below her. "Hey." Penny said with a grin, raising her eyebrows.
Sheldon groaned, pulling Hannah back into his embrace. "Sheldon. Penny and Leonard are home..." She whispered, pushing herself from the couch as she gave them an apologetic smile.
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