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Leonard and Sara were lying in bed one night when Leonard awoke to a strange sensation on his forearm. It was Sara writing something in Arabic.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Writing something.”
“I see that. I meant what are you writing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before placing a kiss upon his lips.
“Alright, two can play that game,” he said taking the marker she had used from her hand and writing something on her stomach tickling her in the process.
Pourquoi êtes-vous avec moi?
“Porrrrkwoy?” she tried to read.
“Porkwah,” he said as he pronounced it for her, “Porkwah ette voo ah-vek mwah.”
“What is that, French?”
“Yes, it is.”
“You speak French?”
“Oui ma chère,” he smiled.
“Alright well what does it mean?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he smirked.
“Just tell me already!”
“Alright how about this, you figure out what that means and I figure out this means. Whichever of us figures out their message first gets something from the loser.”
“And what exactly do you want?”
“You’ll find out when I win.”
“We’ll see about that. You’re on.”
The next day Sara went to Mick figuring that since he and Leonard have known each other most of their lives that he might have learned French too. That assumption earned her a laugh in the face by the pyro who assured her he never picked up the “froo-froo language”, as he put it.
Meanwhile, Leonard went the simplest route of getting a translation pill from Gideon in order to instantly learn what Sara had written. What he read was not what he would’ve guessed, which was Leonard and Sara forever or something juvenile like that, instead it was something that brought a smile to his face.
“Alright Gideon, I want you to tell me what these French words mea- Leonard, I take it by that smirk on your face you’ve already won?” Sara said as she entered the Bridge.
“It’s not a smirk, it’s a smile. And yes, I have figured it out.”
“Well then could you at least tell me what this means?” she said lifting her shirt a little.
“It’s a question that you actually answered in your note. I wrote Why are you with me? and you wrote You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me strong, you give me hope when I have none, you make me more than what I am,” he took a pause before finishing, “and that is why I love you. Did you mean it? That you love me?” he asked with eyes full of hope.
“Yes,” she blushed.
“I love you too,” he said with a huge smile before kissing her.
“Alright, now what exactly did you win?”
“You accepting one piece of jewelry that I get you even if you don’t wear it or even want it you at least have to keep it.”
“Ugh, Leonard you know I hate wearing jewelry. It’s one of the reasons I hate missions where we have to dress up.”
“You lost Canary. You have to take it.”
“Fine, where is it?”
“You’ll get it tomorrow I promise,” he said before kissing her forehead.
Later that night when Sara was dead asleep Leonard carefully wrote a new message on her arm. This time in English. He then got the jewelry in question and hid it under his pillow for tomorrow’s surprise. The message?
Sara, will you marry me?