"You just made my lingerie unsexy," she commented dryly, dropping the garter back into the drawer and drawing out a clean pair of shorts and tank top. Switch the old for the new, she moved back over to the bed. His head was still buried in the pillow as she hopped back up, sitting crossed leg in the middle of her side, considering him. When he flat out asked about Valentine's day, she gave a slightly embarrassed shrug. "Not entirely."
Yes, it was Valentine's day and she'd tried (and failed miserably) to do something nice, but it wasn't the date that had prompted her to act. "I just wanted to do something nice for you. Part apology and part please-don't-be-mad-at-me-anymore." She may have let her emotions get the better of her with Adrian and she didn't really understand why he was so bothered by an argument between her and Adrian. "Emma's been working really hard on this wedding and well, I kinda still want you to show up."
She fidgeted for a moment, feeling a little awkward and more like she was telling a lie than she really was. "Alright, so the lingerie I did buy for Valentine's day but it was Emma and Katie's idea first, so that's not really my fault." Valentine's day. Christ. So bloody embarrassing. Perhaps she should have waited one day more before she tried to make everything better.
"Besides," she pouted, "if I wanted to wake you up then a blowjob isn't likely to help me. You always get sleepy after a good orgasm."