If anyone saw or heard the sort of things he had to put up with to be with this woman, they would have built a statue in his honor. For once, he was trying to do something nice for her, and this was how she treated him? He smirked. It was one of the reasons he loved her. She had a fiery personality that few outside this room ever got to see. They could match each other wit for wit and never grow tired. "All right, I deserved that, but it's not the dog."
He snaked his arm under the covers and found her waist. In one quiet motion, he had pulled her closer to him. His lips found a tender spot on her neck and sucked on it gently before leaving a few butterfly kisses behind in its wake. "It's Valentine's Day," he whispered to her in the dark. His nose nuzzled her neck as he spoke. "And I have something for you if you want to wake up for it. Or, you know, I could always have Arty eat it. Vacuum cleaner that he is."