Janine was awoken by the sound of the rain crashing against the window. It was dark outside; she peered at the clock on the wall to find that it was around 2 a.m. She lay under the hefty, warm blanket which was really nice since she wasn't wearing any clothes. She did not have the habit of sleeping completely naked but it was nice right now; especially when you had Sherlock Holmes to snuggle into. She looked at him; his face was so close that she could feel his breath against her face. Secondly, after they had shagged he had gone off to sleep with his hands wrapped around her tightly. It was weird because he refused to cuddle (Not that she had expected him to, he was Sherlock) but he cuddled her in his sleep. And he had slept early because he looked tired and he had shagged her brains out. Janine blushed at the memory; Sherlock's unholy knowledge about human anatomy was something. He had welcomed her with a kiss and dragged her to the bedroom while peeling clothes off her body. His demand for sex was way more than hers. Janine sat up to put Sherlock's shirt on and went to the kitchen to drink some water. She put on the light and walked to the window overlooking the street. As usual Sherlock's stuff was spread all over. The warmth of the fireplace had seeped into the flat. Janine did not know what turn her life was going to take but she had fallen in love. She never believed in love but she understood now. She had someone to live for now, her family was gone; her friends were merely ways to socialize. But Sherlock was someone she loved; all she wanted was to stay with him while he saved the world every day. But there was a problem. She did not know how he felt as he refused to tell her things about himself. She knew he was dangerous, he had secrets, he was not a normal man but in the end she would do anything for him. He had officially died and had come back later. Little did she know she would fall for someone who had played possum for two years, someone who had died and then come back. Quite theatrical and much like the romance novels.
Janine's thoughts were interrupted when she saw Sherlock walk in to the room.
"Janine what are you doing?" He asked as he pulled the blanket around him.
"I needed some water." Janine replied.
"Get back to bed." Sherlock pulled her into the room. Janine stripped again and settled next to him. He placed his hands around her.
"Sherlock?" Janine called out to him.
"Hmmmm." He replied as he closed his eyes.
"I have become emotionally compromised." Janine almost whispered.
"What?" Sherlock positioned himself on his elbow and looked at her through the dark.
"I have fallen in love with you Sherlock Holmes." Janine's heart skipped a beat when she said his name, "I am yours and I will stand by you for the rest of my life, no matter what."
Janine looked at his face in the dark, again only a silhouette. But then the next moment, she felt his lips touch hers as he pulled her to make love into the night.