I feel accomplished. Four chapters in two days. *insert cheesy voice* I've never felt so inspired! *end funny voice mode* And it's all thanks to the lovely people who read my stuff! I love you all! :"D
Sherlock doesn't think there's any better feeling in the world than waking up with that satisfying ache that tells her exactly what it was she had been doing all night long. Well, unless it's waking up with that feeling and a deeply satisfied girl you love atop you. In fact, Sherlock would have been entirely fine with staying in bed until Jane woke up on her own.
There was one small problem though. Sherlock was still handcuffed to the bed. Her arms held above her head and her wrists pressed together. Jane was draped all over Sherlock, her legs together and in between Sherlock's spread ones. Sherlock was starting to get a cramp in her left arm and it kinda hurt.
She tried to wake Jane up gently first, whispering her name, then speaking it, the shouting. Nothing was working. Finally Sherlock was forced to kick Jane in the shin while shouting in her ear. Jane finally woke up with a convulsive shudder and a sleepy "Whu-?"
By that time Sherlock was a little miffed by her girlfriend's uncivilized and rather late response, "If you be so kind. I think one of my arms is going to fall off." Jane looked very confused, sleepy, and bewildered until Sherlock shook her arms pointedly.
"Oh!" Jane blushed heavily when she finally came to her whole senses. "Right! I should unlock those." Sherlock smirked,
"Not unless you're planning to re-stage the events of last night." Jane blushed even more as she fumbled at the bedside table, searching for the keys. She managed to snag her underwear on the way (Yes the silly pink boxers), and also mumbled something about being too damn worn out to go again so soon. Sherlock grinned.
By the time Jane finally found the key to the handcuffs she had suffered through a whole lot of Sherlock's jabs about Jane purposefully stalling letting Sherlock up, and other such stuff. Once Sherlock had been let up she slipped her own panties back on. Which did absolutely nothing to cover her as they were lace, and not just lace but sheer lace. They actually made her seem a tad more sexy.
Gods, Jane keep your mind out of the damn gutter! We have stuff that should be done! Somehow this was not keeping Jane from wanting to strip Sherlock of those panties and get down and dirty. Or maybe leave the panties on and just fuck with her that way.
Sherlock's thoughts however were going a completely different, though not entirely unexpected direction.
"Jane?" Sherlock asked,
"Yes Sherlock?" Jane responded,
"When do I get my Valentine's present?" Jane shook her head at Sherlock in amused fondness. But was suddenly a bit unsure. What would Sherlock say about her gift?
"I guess you can have it now." Sherlock smiled, happy to think of presents.
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Sherlock stared. Her breath caught a little in her throat. Jane looked up at Sherlock, a tad worriedly. Jane was on one knee in front of Sherlock. They were in the middle of the hallway leading to their bedroom, Jane was right beside the little table where she had left the present the day before.
The present in question was in Jane's hands then, the little black velvet box open to reveal a beautiful ring, just a simple silver band with a white stone set in it. Despite it's simplicity, Sherlock was pretty sure that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Accepting of course the woman offering it to her.
"Sherlock?" Jane inquired hesitantly,
"Yeah?"
"Could you, possibly give me an answer?" Sherlock shook herself and remembered the question.
"I will." Jane smiled hugely,
"Really?" Sherlock smiled back at her, now, fiance.
"Of course!" And then, they leaned into each other kissed and Jane put the ring on Sherlock's finger. For some odd reason, Sherlock managed to get a hold of the pink boxers and had them framed. With a placard saying "Happy Valentine's"
And that is the end of that darlings! Tell me if you want more in this verse! I particularly like writing in it.