Who: Rose and Tom When: Valentine’s Day Where: Tom’s place What: Romance and cheese Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for implied sexy times Status: Complete
So, Tom had gone all out. Coq au vin, Champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries. He had a variety of cheeses for them to try, fresh fruit, romantic music, dim lighting, and roses. Okay, he’d googled what to do on Valentine’s Day. This was the first year he had a girl for Valentine’s Day. Every other year of his adult life he’d actually avoided doing anything on this day. And he’d cut the girls out who’d tried to get him to treat them on Valentine’s Day. It was too couple-y. Too much like a serious thing.
But this year he wanted to spend it with Rose. So he had movies queued up on Netflix, food and wine, romantic music, romantic lighting. He was fucking good at being cheesy and romantic.
By the end of dinner, they were tipsy. By the end of the movie, they were drunk. And somewhere in the middle, they’d built a huge fort out of blankets and pillows, and were cuddled underneath. The credits were rolling on the television, but Tom was too busy tickling Rose to care. He barely let her come up for breath--though she was remarkably strong and putting up one hell of a tickle fight.
It had been a bit of a surprise when Tom had decided they would have a date together on Valentine’s Day. She had done her best not to mention that it was Valentine’s Day just in case it scared him off, but apparently he was embracing that fact by the evidence she saw when she came over to his place. It was overly romantic and Rose couldn’t help but tease him a little about having a romantic side when he wanted to. It had been a long time since she had a date for Valentine’s Day, so she wasn’t complaining about him going over the top and eagerly participated in everything he had planned.
It was her idea to build a blanket fort once she had gotten tipsy and it had been a great idea because they managed to spend the rest of the movie cuddled up together. Unfortunately, Tom decided he wanted to tickle her and she was doing her best to get out of his grips without actually harming him. If he was unlucky she would probably plant a knee in his side because she couldn’t be held responsible for her actions while drunk. But instead she curled up in a fetal position and tried to prevent him from finding her sides, “Mercy! I may pee my pants if I keep laughing, so you better stop.”
Tom really couldn’t believe that he’d won that one. He was fully expecting her to pin him to the floor, which, honestly, sounded kinda hot. Still, he relented. His hands stayed on her body, but they were more exploratory, more massaging than tickling. “All right. Sorry,” he admitted, leaning down to press his lips against her neck. “More champagne?” He offered, though he didn’t want to move to go get some.
That thought passed her mind, but she was a bit like a spider and biding her time. The minute he decided to relent to her a plan formed in her mind. She allowed him that kiss to the neck and when he asked her about champagne she rolled him over. She was straddling him as she pinned his arms to the floor and grinned down at him, “I don’t believe you’re all that sorry. Do I need to torture you to get a real apology?”
The rolling over and pinning caught Tom completely off guard. He gave a gentle ‘oof’ sound as she pinned him to the floor, then laughed. “You might.” He conceded, raising an eyebrow in a playful challenge. He liked this side of her.
That look certainly earned a chuckle from her and she leaned down to kiss him, “You don’t want my kind of torture. I’d probably hurt you without meaning to. Besides, my shoulder is still a little sore so I’m trying not to do too much with it.” She let her lips trail down from his lips to his chin and then his neck. She playfully nipped at his neck while releasing his arms and letting her hands slip underneath his shirt.
Tom’s eyes fell closed when she started to kiss her way down his neck. While his arms were still pinned to the floor, he was more than willing to let them stay that way. “I like this kind of torture,” he admitted. And it was obvious that he did. She could likely feel how much he liked it under her backside as his body reacted.
Well, his hands were unpinned now because she was happily exploring his abs with her hands. And she certainly felt him start to react which earned a giggle against his neck, “Of course you do. It’s the sexy kind of torture. Ever fool around in a blanket fort before?” She hadn’t, but it was certainly something that had been on her bucket list and Tom was the only guy silly enough to match her and agree to build one.
“There’s a first time for everything,” Tom offered, bringing his hands to her body once more. And it was the first time Tom had ever fooled around in a blanket fort. Tom was a considerate and thoughtful lover, even on days when it wasn’t Valentine’s Day. But today he was even more careful. He made sure she enjoyed herself at least twice before he climbed on top of her and took his release. When it was all over, he flopped down beside her in the fort, his sweaty arms wrapping around her and holding her tight against him. Breathing hard, he pressed a kiss into her hair.
Sex with Tom was something she had come to greatly enjoy and she found herself kind of silly for constantly thinking about him. But he was good at what he did and she hoped she was good at what she did because he hadn’t run off and stopped having sex with her. Tonight seemed a little more intimate than it usually did and she snuggled up against him once they were finished. Her fingertips lightly ran along his chest as she nuzzled against his neck, “Cross that off my bucket list. I’d give it a 10/10, highly recommend, and would certainly do again.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her comment and her body shook with laughter against him.
“Only ten out of ten?” Tom mumbled, now feeling satiated and sleepy. He’d made sure to use protection, as always, and had disposed of the ick factor stuff before cuddling up with her again. “I was hoping for eleven.” He gave a great sigh, his arm loosening from around her just a little as he relaxed. He was breathing slowly and evenly.
“If you wanted an eleven you could have adjust the swivel of your hips just a little bit more,” Rose teased him as she kissed his neck gently. She would probably give him an eleven, but she couldn’t stroke his ego that much. As she spoke she gently drew a heart on his chest with her finger and proceeded to write their names underneath it.
“Next time,” he breathed. He was more relaxed than he remembered ever being after sex. Exhausted, even. Perhaps it was the champagne, the meal, the sex, the… whatever. It was likely Rose. She made him turn into jelly. “I might pass out now,” he whispered, settling down and pulling the blanket tightly under his chin. “I love you.”
What. Did he just -- did she hear -- Wow. Rose’s eyes went wide when she heard him say that and she honestly wasn’t sure if he knew what he had even said. It had been done so quietly that she was afraid to even mention it. He had to have meant it though, it wasn’t something you said lightly to people. And Tom wasn’t the type of person to declare his love for anyone. It scared her a little bit, but she knew that she wasn’t upset by it and her feelings for him were definitely heading that way. So, she decided to just kiss him instead of potentially running off or alerting him to what he just said.
Tom kissed her sleepily in return. His eyes didn’t even open. He nuzzled into her hair, sighed, and started to nod off.
Now it was time for some more internal freaking as he fell asleep beside her. She waited a few moments before wiggling out from underneath his arm. It felt so weird and she was starting to freak out a little bit now that she was left to think about it. She wasn’t the type to just leave, but she had to get some fresh air, so she gathered up her clothing and quickly put it on as she exited the blanket fort. She glanced back at him one more time as she grabbed her purse and tried to quietly make her way out of the house and clear her head.
Tom stirred when Rose climbed out from under the fort. He glanced around, frowning, and sleepily realized where he was and what was going on. He climbed up out from under the fort, pulled his boxers on, and followed Rose out onto the patio.
She hadn’t gotten far when she noticed that Tom was behind her. A blush appeared on her cheeks as she turned towards him, “Oh….hey.” She felt kind of foolish standing out there, but she wrapped her arms around herself and stopped in tracks on the patio.
“Hey.” Tom said, frowning a little. He closed the sliding glass door behind him. It was freezing outside in only his underwear. But decidedly sobering. “You all right?”
“Yeah, just needed a moment of fresh air. Why aren’t you wearing any pants?” She gestured to him and let out a bit of a laugh. She was proud of him for remembering to put on his boxers, but it was silly that he was standing out here in just them right now. But it was sweet that he had come after her when he realized that she wasn’t there. Maybe he really meant it.
“I didn’t know where they were.” Tom said. He didn’t completely buy her explanation, but he didn’t want to push it. “...do you want to come to bed?” He was thinking about his actual bed. Not the fort bed. Because his actual bed had a mattress and really nice blankets and sheets and the fort wasn’t nearly as comfortable.
“Sure,” she honestly hadn’t had enough time to clear her mind, but she didn’t want to leave him. She knew that much at least. Was she falling in love with him? She had no idea, but she was more than willing to stick around and find out. So, she stepped forward and leaned up to kiss him before walking back inside the house. Maybe she would just be able to forget about this and act like everything was the way it was before.
Tom wrapped an arm around her and led her back into the house. He wasn’t thinking about what he’d said. He was going to remember better in the morning, and it was going to terrify him. But for now, he just wanted to go sleep.