Hannah tilted her head so she met Sheldon's eyes through her long lashes, grinning shyly as she blew on the soup before placing the spoon in her waiting mouth. He raised an eyebrow as he chewed a bite of grilled cheese, smiling as well. She had cooked them toasted cheese sandwiches and tomato soup and it tasted like a gourmet meal. They sat across from one another at the small dinner table in her living room/kitchenette still basking in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Hannah, much to Sheldon's delight, was now wearing her red Flash shirt, lacy white underwear and ankle socks. The shirt barely passed the tops of her thighs; reminding him of his dream all those months ago.

This blond haired vixen that had managed to steal his heart; consume his every thought and distract him with those perfect pink lips. He swallowed the last of his food; idly wondering if he would ever think of anything besides her - if he would ever want too.

Hannah took a long drink from her glass, never letting her eyes fall from his as she swallowed and sat the glass back to the table; holding onto it as if everything would slip away. A second later Sheldon was across the table - pulling Hannah to his mouth as he kissed her. This monster she had created would be the death of him.

Ooh, your love is a symphony.

All around me. Running through me.

Ooh your love is a melody, underneath me.

Running to me. Oh, you're love is a song.

Your love is my remedy.

Your love is a song. - Switchfoot

He lifted her from the chair and pressed his body against her, running his hands into her hair then down her shoulders and hips to cup her ass before they began the clumsy walk back to her bedroom. All the anxiety he had felt the first time was long gone as he removed his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants once they were inside the small room. Hannah watched him carefully from the bed; her hair messy from their previous encounter - knee's together as she sat in waiting. A sigh escaped her lips as his pants fell to the ground for the second time that day and he moved forward, sliding his hands up her legs and separating her knee's before hooking her underwear and bringing them down her thighs at a painfully slow pace.

She lifted her arms to remove The Flash shirt but he stopped her, now hovering over her on the bed as his lips found her mouth and he whispered, "Keep it on..." Hannah let the thin cotton material fall back down to her thighs as Sheldon pushed her gently back on the bed and kissed her deeply. Another moment and he was inside her again and they both cried out with pleasure - amazed at how good it felt as they were lost in each other once again.

x-x-x-x-x

Bright Pasadena sunlight peaked through the blinds as Sheldon stirred beside Hannah, stifling a yawn as he pulled her closer to his side. He didn't want to see morning - enjoying the past twelve hours entirely too much for it to end. Hannah placed her head on his chest; running her hand up his stomach to rest on his beating heart.

"It's 6am."

A groan escaped him as realization took over - he was still in yesterday's clothes, unshowered from their promiscuous activities and had to leave for work in an hour. Slowly he pulled himself away from Hannah's embrace, sitting on the side of her bed for a moment to get his bearings. His brain felt like it was in fog as he tried to remember important facts about his daily routine.

He was drawing a blank.

Get back to his apartment and get a shower. That seemed to be the most important task at hand. Hannah slid beside him, placing a kiss on his cheek before he stood from the bed. "I've got to get home. Get ready for work." He assured quietly as he pulled his pants on; avoiding eye contact with her. "Okay. I'll see you out."

They made their way to the door, Sheldon standing in the hallway with his messy hair and wrinkled clothes. He smiled suddenly, remembering the past 12 hours in full detail as the fog cleared a bit. He leaned forward and kissed Hannah sweetly, "I'll see you later." With that said he turned to the stairs and descended to his apartment.

x-x-x-x-x

Leonard sat quietly at the small kitchen table as Sheldon unlocked their apartment door and stepped inside, eyes wide as they met his roommate's.

"Good morning."

Leonard hadn't expected to see the tall physicist coming in at six in the morning with his usually neat hair and clothes unkempt. "Hello, Leonard." Sheldon said quickly, going straight to his bedroom. He grabbed his usual Monday clothes from the dresser and continued to the bathroom - turning on the hot water. Images of Hannah standing naked in her shower overwhelmed him; those blue eyes staring up at him before he kissed her, before they made love. He stepped into the pleasant water and allowed it to wash over him; rinsing away the sweet smell of her body wash from his skin.

Sheldon grabbed his own soap from the shower shelf and began lathering his body; inhaling the familiar smell of routine. This is what he knew - zest soap, purple shirt with blue undershirt, grey slacks, oatmeal for breakfast. He needed a routine in his life to keep himself from being overwhelmed. He washed his face and stepped back under the steady stream of water as a pain filled the center of his chest. He didn't know if it was possible to have Hannah and his beloved routine.

x-x-x

The guys watched as Sheldon walked into the cafeteria slowly, glancing around for their usual table. He spotted Howard, Leonard and Raj and joined them. "Afternoon." He assured quietly, keeping his eyes on the tuna, or perhaps chicken salad on his plate.

"Leonard told us you stayed out until six am you wild dog you." Raj spoke first, grinning at Sheldon as he elbowed Howard in the arm. "Guys." Leonard began to protest, knowing he shouldn't have mentioned Sheldon's late night to the cackling hens at the table. "Hey. Hannah is smoking hot, Sheldon - good job." Howard assured with a nod, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Sheldon opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, returning his gaze to the tray before him. The morning had been sluggish and long, the white board in his office completely empty as he tried to process physics theories while keeping thoughts of Hannah Reynolds at bay. Twice he had considered packing up his bag and returning to her - spending the rest of his life in her bed with nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches as nourishment.

"Sheldon?"

He looked up again quickly as Howard spoke his name. He hadn't heard anything the engineer had said.

x-x-x

The rest of the day continued at a slow pace; he would write an equation on the white board only to erase it just as quickly. This was why he had never engaged in companionship before - never allowed himself to be with anyone. His intellect was far too important to the development of the universe to succumb to feelings of the heart. If he continued this relationship with Hannah Reynolds all of his life's work would be for nothing. Another unexplainable pain filled his chest as he stared at the empty white board, a sad sigh escaping him.

x-x-x

Hannah descended down the many steps quickly, glancing at her watch. Five-thirty. After cleaning her apartment and taking an afternoon nap she was going to be late for her night class. To her surprise she met Sheldon and Leonard on the first floor and her mood brightened at the sight of them. "Hey guys." She assured with a smile, wrapping her arms around her text book as if she were in high school. Leonard smiled, waving to her before he continued up the stairs leaving her and Sheldon alone in the hallway.

"On your way to class?" He asked softly, keeping his distance from her. His brain reminded him that he couldn't have a relationship with her and continue to be a brilliant physicist but his heart begged him to kiss her. Hannah held the books tighter, losing her smile. There was obviously something different with him this evening. She could only nod as he wished her luck in her studies and continued up the steps to his apartment. Hannah stood alone in the hallway for another moment, staring at the spot that once held Sheldon as a feeling of dread washed over her.

x-x-x

Thursday night Hannah sat alone at The Cheesecake Factory with the usual array of physics books before her. She hadn't seen nor heard from Sheldon since their encounter on the first floor Monday evening. Her mother had warned her about giving her heart and her body to a man but what did she know? She was alone and bitter. Hannah sighed at the thought - what had she expected? Sheldon Cooper, a genius with an IQ three times her own would fall in love with her? She didn't have anything to offer him - any chance of keeping up with him on an intellectual level. Penny had warned her that he was neurotic and controlling - his own girlfriend had given up on him after four years of formality. A sigh escaped her.

It had only been two and a half months since she met the tall physicist but there was something about him. They had a lot in common and made either other laugh, plus he was tall and sexy and the way he kissed her - as if she were the only person in the universe; she looked down at her physics notes, sighing. She had thought they had something but he had obviously dropped her like a bad habit. Hannah sighed again as the familiar pain surrounded her heart - she was in love with him but it was useless, he obviously felt nothing in return.

As if her subconscious manifest him into existence Sheldon walked into the restaurant, engrossed in his cellphone as Amy Farrah Fowler lead the way. Hannah ducked her head into her book as they passed her table neither noticing her. Perfect. Sheldon had made love to her - twice - only four days ago and now he was having dinner with his ex-girlfriend. Or maybe they had reunited their romance seeing as Amy was his intellectual equal and Hannah was obvious some back woods hippie who had taken advantage of him one desperate evening.

Hannah slammed her text book closed suddenly, gathering her things from the table. She forced herself not to look at the couple seated behind her as she stuffed papers into her backpack quickly.

"Hannah, hey." Penny appeared at the table with her usual bubbly smile - glancing around the restaurant. Something had obviously upset her friend who was now crumbling her notes into her bag with a passionate vigor. Hannah looked up to meet Penny's gaze, causing the lighter blond to lose the smile as she saw the tears in Hannah's eyes. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked quietly - knowing that look all too well. It was a look of pure heartache.

"Nothing. I just need to go. Can you bring me the check?"

Ignoring her request Penny sat down across from Hannah at the table quickly spotting Sheldon and Amy two tables down. Amy had her back to them and Sheldon was still lost in his smart phone. He shared the same look as Hannah as he flipped mindlessly through the device - nodding every few minutes as Amy droned on about something with work.

Leonard had mentioned Sheldon's late night earlier in the week and his questions about love but seeing them now it was obvious. They had slept together; Sheldon had freaked and Hannah was suffering because of it. Penny glanced back to Sheldon, realizing that he seemed to be suffering as well.

"Oh Hannah. I tried to warn you. Sheldon's brain doesn't work like normal people - it's hard for him to deal with emotional situations. He's with Amy because it's easy with her - he feels nothing when they are together."

A sob suddenly escaped Hannah as she closed her eyes and tried to will the tears away. So that was supposed to make her feel better? Sheldon had only chose Amy because he didn't feel anything with her and the feelings she gave him were too much to deal with? She placed twenty dollars on the table between them and stood up. "I hope that's enough to cover the bill, Penny." She whispered, unable to keep her tears from falling now. Penny frowned as she watched her broken friend storm out of the restaurant.

She glanced at Sheldon once again; surprised that he was staring at her with a pained expression on his face. He muttered something to Amy and placed his napkin on the table - going after Hannah.