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[Smile reaching her eyes this time, Daisy shifts on the bed so she's facing him.]

Dunno. I've never really celebrated it.

[Even in previous relationships. It wasn't just on the people she was dating, she was just as guilty.

Looking down at the chocolate to make sure she's not about to accidentally bite his fingers, she carefully bites half of it. Whatever filling inside of it dripping out and she quickly puts her hand under her chin to keep it from getting on her clothes or his bed.

She's not nearly good at this whole being seductive as he is and she can't help but laugh.]

But you're celebrating it now.

[He leaves the implication of that hanging in the air between them, like his shadows that undulating the dark, writhing like snakes and curling around the metal legs of the bed.

Popping the last half of the chocolate in to his mouth, he grins-]

Caramel.

[Swiping his finger against the edge of her mouth, catching the last drop of the sticky sweetness that escaped Daisy's mouth. He lingers there, his finger on the edge of her lips, pupils blown dark as he watches her face.]

Let's drink.

[Releasing the breath he's been holding, turning away to pick up the bottle of wine and taking a long swallow.]

[Eyes widening briefly when he eats the other half, Daisy laughs when he calls out the flavor.

Heart hammering in her chest when his fingertip trails just on the edge of her lips, Daisy’s about to lean in when he turns away. Biting her lower lip, she’s reminded of last night with Andy and looks away when his back is to her. However when he turns back to her with the bottle of wine, Daisy’s back to smiling. Even if it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Once he’s done, Daisy takes the bottle from him and mirrors how much he drank. Well, almost. It’s pretty nasty.]

My turn.

[Picking back up the chocolate she had originally chosen, Daisy places the edge of it in between the teeth.

Come get it.]

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[The wine is a pleasant backdrop of heat flaring in the pit of his stomach, weak like the light slipping under the edge of the door to pierce through the shadows he's plunged the room into. A manifestation of his own dark thoughts before Daisy knocked on the door.

A bottle to climb in to, a woman to sink in to- would it be so bad to drown the thoughts about his future in the scent of Daisy? To taste the sticky sweet caramel on her mouth and let her distract him for a little while.

Leaning forward, braced on his hand against her hip, he licks a careful line from the edge of her mouth until he can curl his tongue around the confection held so perfect between her teeth and take a bite, letting the sugary treat melt in his mouth.]

I find myself warming to the strange traditions of your world.

[Mouth to mouth, every word is whispered across her lips.]

[Giggling when he leans forward, Daisy pulls the other half of the chocolate into her mouth once he took his half.]

Yeah?

[Fingers carding through his hair, Daisy scoots back on the bed. Keeping him close to her.]

Because there's another tradition on Valentines Day that I haven't told you about.

And what might that be, miss Daisy.

[Following, guided by her hand in his hair and the heat of her body. By the unspoken promise of oblivion, until he's braced above her, both hands fisted in to the sheets next to her hips.]

Does it involve more bad wine?

[Heart hammering in her chest as he hovers above her, Daisy thinks about last night with Andy even when she doesn’t want to. Nothing happened. So it wasn’t worth bringing up, right? So then why does she feel guilty?

Maybe it has to do with the fact that she refuses to let herself believe it wasn’t just a moment of weakness.

Maybe she’s been wanting to do that.

Realizing she hadn’t responded to him yet, Daisy breathes out a soft laugh.]

No. But it does involve less clothes.

[Lifting her head up to meet his lips, there’s a lot more heat behind this kiss. Aleksander is here, and he wants her just as much as she wants him.]

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How much less.

[He doesn't mention Alina, or the arrangement in Scorpion's Bend. Doesn't explain why he stopped sending her messages in the middle of the night, when the darkness grew too heavy and too familiar around him as the desert lost all of the trapped heat of the day.

He is not sorry.

Too old for guilt, and too raw to lie, since learning about the fate of Welford, his mouth descends on Daisy's, his teasing whispered against her lips.]

I want to be sure to understand all the nuances of this tradition. Traditions are very important.

[Smiling against his lips, Daisy trails her fingertips slowly down his spine. Being mindful of where the bandage is, just in case.]

Very important, I agree.

[Her hand edges along the band of his pants,]

Being completely naked is one of the more important traditions.

Does that mean- [As he sucks in a breath from her hand, her knuckles brushing against the planes of his stomach.] that I get you naked. Just to keep things fair...

[Fairness has nothing to do with it, only getting more of her skin against his, to feel her still-beating heart against his. The flush of blood under her skin and how warm she is, against the chill on his bared back. The white bandage wrapped tight around his torso and his pants are the only thing in the way of her- tradition.]

I want to taste the wine from your lips and the chocolate from your skin.

It’s only fair.

[Daisy says in agreement, smiling against his lips when he breathes in sharply. Kissing him as her fingertips trail along the edge of his pants, she has to bite back a laugh.]

Did I find a holiday you actually like?

[She teases as her hand edges his pants down past his hips.]

Chocolate. Wine, although I have to say- it is awful. And you.

[Nosing along her cheek to kiss the corner of her eye, the soft skin under her ear.]

What's not to like.

Good answer.

[Inhaling sharply when his lips brush against her ear, Daisy's eyes close as she allows herself to be distracted for a moment of the feel of him against her. He's always been good at that, distracting her. Even now, all she's able to focus on is him instead of her dark thoughts.

Thighs pressing against either side of him, Daisy starts pushing his pants down past his hips.]

[It's easy, so easy to let her. Letting her fingers play along the line of his ribs until she can wriggle her hands in to his pants, letting her push them down and out of the way as he sinks down between her thighs with a sigh.]

Mmmm- [A distracted sound, made against her ear as he kisses down the line of her throat. Mouth dragging across her skin until he reaches the fluttering pulse of her heartbeat.] you're overdressed for this, Daisy.

Unless your tradition says that I'm the only one getting naked.

[Breathing faltering when his lips brush against a sensitive spot on her neck, Daisy’s finger grip his hair in an attempt to keep him there. Thighs tightening against him when he finally sinks down, he’s making it hard for her to think straight, so it takes her a minute to respond.]

You want to help with that?

It would be my pleasure.

[The darkness presses in a little more, a blanket of shadows that engulfs them as he reaches down to slip a hand under her shirt. Warm skin and Daisy watching him back from inches away.

The teasing kindness that seems to linger in her touch- something soft and completely at odds with the gnawing loneliness that struck him after the mission. The introspective thoughts that stripped him bare and pulled the comforting veil of denial away for a split-second.

Of seeing what he was, and where he was headed. The road already paved and laid out before him. The rest of eternity, a gaping black hole of nothing.

He gets her shirt up, arms raised above her head on the bed, tangled in the fabric and pinned by his hand.]

A little help, perhaps.

[Breaking out in goosebumps at the feel of his cold hand slide under her shirt, Daisy watches his face with a smile. It only widens when he pins her hands above her head,]

You're such a shit.

[As if she really minds. It's getting harder to see him with the shadows obscure the light, but that only makes her more aware of the feel of him against her. The way his hand wraps so easily around both of her wrists. Blindly she lifts her head to kiss him.]

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[It's not blinding, the heat that sizzles across his vision as he bends his neck to catch her seeking mouth. A slow, steady hum of his own heart beating in his ears and the sticky-sweet taste of her lips as he traces them with the tip of his tongue before sealing his mouth to hers.

It's darkness. Absence and the oblivion that flesh brings in the dark, hers to be exact, the feel of her under the cover of shadows is still new. Even after everything, there's still the thread of a thrill that runs down his spine. That makes him square his shoulders, the bandage around it forgotten for a brief moment, as he takes her mouth in a kiss.]

You like me like this.

[Her own heart is hammering in her chest from excitement as she her shoes she manage to toe out of hit the ground. Smiling against his lips when he calls her out for enjoying this,]

I do.

[Wrapping one leg over his, Daisy tries to free one hand from his grasp in an attempt to feel more of his skin.]

That-

[As he groans in to the side of her neck, hips jerking from the contact, from her hands on his skin and the fire that shivers down his spine. From the pin-pricks of pain radiating from the wound in his shoulder and the soft warmth of her arms.

All it takes is a second, to push down the last of his clothes and sink in to her embrace, naked and eager, skin rasping against the fabric of her pants.]

Isn't helping. Get naked with me, Daisy, and teach me how to properly celebrate this day.

[Inhaling sharply through her nose when he pushes against her, Daisy's fingers grip at his hair.]

What was that about wanting to taste chocolate on my skin?

[It's not why she had brought them here, but the idea of his mouth all of her makes her skin flush from excitement. Freeing her other hand from her top she tosses it blindly across the room.]

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[With a grin, he reaches down to the side of the bed where the box slid to, the papery feel of the individual pieces slip across his fingertips until he can grab one - dark, with something pink sprinkled on it.

Without a word, he sits back a little, just enough to free his arms, the hut of his hard cock sticking up between her thighs - flushed and just as eager as he is- and the chocolate melts between his fingers, making it take much easier to trace a fine line of it around her nipple. The sticky treat drips down, tiny splatters of it paints the skin between her breasts and he falls on her, like a man starving, tongue licking a path where his fingers have been, lips sealed around the pointed nub as he smears his chocolate-covered hands across her breast.]

Good thing you brought so many...

[All of the air gets knocked out of her lungs when she feels his fingers brush against her nipple, a moan getting trapped in her throat momentarily until his tongue trails along her heated skin. Head tilting back against the mattress, Daisy grips whatever part of him her hand comes across first as she closes her eyes. She's aware that her jeans are still in the way, but that doesn't stop her from slowly moving her hips so she's brushing against him.]

Save some for me.

[Because she's definitely going to return the favor.]

There's a whole box- [Whispered against the sticky skin of her stomach, the dip of her bellybutton as he swirls his tongue against it and smears her with confectionery.] and I have frosting.

[The pale treat would be heaven, painted across Daisy, spending hours licking her clean when he was done decorating like a cake.]

Pants. Off.

[Fingers still clinging to her, and not just from the sugar, but from the need that surges through his veins. The heat that burns across the back of his neck as he thumbs her nipple, tongue trailing up her sternum to suck a mark in to the fragile skin at her throat.]

Is that what you've been saving it for?

[Daisy asks with teasing accusation before he manages to silence her completely, tilting her head back to give him access to her throat. One hand gripping his hair, Daisy roughly pushes her pants and underwear down as much as she can with him on top of her.]

I've missed you.

[Being away from him for that long was hard, but they had to keep up appearances in town. She tries to guide him back up to her, hand still in his hair, so she can kiss him again.]

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