Summary:

"Why'd you do it?" Ilya asks lazily, gentle fingers tracing along Shane's spine to calm his nerves. "Do what?" Shane asks absentmindedly, far too distracted by the electricity Ilya's careful fingers are leaving against his skin. "Propose." Ilya clarifies. "What?" Shane says through an unsure chuckle. Isn't it obvious? He thinks to himself as they lay naked, tangled together in their shared bed on the day of their wedding. "It was because of plane crash?" Ilya braves himself to say. ~ Or, a conversation between Shane and Ilya the morning of their wedding.