The Fortuitous Attraction

It's Simply That Simple

"Darling?" He whispered as I lay in my painless slumber. Cool fingers ran through my knotted hair, gently pushing the strands out of my face.

"Jane love, wake up." He pleaded, speaking to me in such a way I wasn't used to when in came to him.

"I'll try, but I'm heavily medicated so it won't last long." I admit as I forced open my eyes to see his beautiful completion. A smile instantly grew on both our faces, savoring the first time we've seen each other in four days.

He cupped my face, grazing his thumb across my cheek bone. He smelt different than he normally did. There was a strong wif of smoke, and cologne that's usually marketed to old men.

"You smell aweful." I teased, feeling warmth spread through my body when I heard his laugh.

"At least I brushed my hair." He shot back, digging his fingers in my hair and tousled it up a bit.

"I can't reach above my head very well." I honestly admitted, minimizing my smile ever so slightly when I remembered the pain I experienced last time I tried.

His face fell, his smile gone, nothing left but a guilt ridden profile with pain etched in his eyes. I felt horrible. This look was the exact thing I was trying to avoid.

"Nonono, hey, look at me I'm fine! I'm home now I'm okay." I tried convincing him that everything was normal and alright, however the face stayed.

"I'm sorry Sherlock.." I brought my fingers to his curls, smoothening them out on top till they were out of his face.

I then noticed his eyes were closed, milking in the feel of my cool fingers on his skin. I knew he loved it when I played with his hair, I loved the calm it brought him as I did so. Like nothing in the world could upset him at that moment because he was so content. Then sudenly, his eyes focused on me with the utmost seriousness, what came next was not something I was prepared for.

"Marry me."

I froze, my body ridgedly still. Did I hear him correctly? I waited a beat longer to see if I was still dreaming. He stared back at me, honestly now laced in his gaze. He cracked a nervous smirk and broght his hand back from my cheek.

"Did I break you?" He joked. I opened my mouth to say something, however I couldn't string the words together in my head fast enough, so I simply shut it. He then let out a terrified sigh, as if he had been holding his breath this whole time.

"What are you doing?" I finally asked, not sure how to respond to this. I never imagined he would ever say those words. I didn't think Sherlock was the marrying type.

"Proposing?" He answered as if it was obvious. My head was swarming with confusion.

"This isn't real." I whisper as I struggle to get off the couch and stand on my own feet. The pain, I ignored, it wasn't of high importance at the moment.

"Would it help if I showed you the ring?" He offered, nearly making me fall back over with such a question. I turned around to see him kneeling on one knee, starting to dig into his pocket. Tears start to sting my eyes, heart throbbing.

"Nono Sherlock please." I plead, holding his face in my hands, forcing him to focus on me. I caught a glimpse of the black velvet box in his hand, my heart electrified in shock, snapping my gaze back to his.

This is not happening.

"I'm home now, don't do something you don't want to do. I'm not going anywhere." I stroked his face with my trembling hands, my tears spilling over and trickling down my face. He looked utterly confused.

"Jane, I love you." He thought just saying those words would explain everything. Why he was doing this, why now, but it didn't.

"I know Sherlock, I love you too. So much. However marriage doesn't mean everything. I know a lot of people have been talking about us getting married but that doesn't mean we have to." He shifted his weight to the other knee to let the first breathe.