Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14th. A long, hard, crazy February 14th. Valentine’s day.

There was the cherub hanging around the office. The bags of Valentine cards. Phone calls from women (and even some men!), one insane radio promotion thanks to Tali, and he didn’t even want to think about the gaggle of faeries. He ran in to nearly every person in town except the one person he wanted to see. All Aidan MacGregor wanted to do now was sleep.

Aidan dragged his feet as he headed straight for his bedroom in the tiny little apartment. His coat was tossed off somewhere on the way, along with his shoes and socks. Crossing the threshold in to his room, he fell face first in to bed.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something out of place. Or rather, not so much out of place as… something that hadn’t been there before. Reaching a hand out towards the nightstand, he picked up the book. The Land and Mythos of Leprechauns. He grinned as he flipped it over. On the back was a pricetag sticker for The Page Turner. Aidan had been reading that one on and off for the past two weeks. Every time he stepped in to Sasha’s shop.

Setting it back on the nightstand, he rolled out of bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards the closet. Pulling the door open with his foot, he paused. In the back of the closet was a small crack of light. That definitely wasn’t there this morning when he was getting dressed. Aidan stepped inside the closet, pushing some of his clothes aside. It was a door. With a curious blink, he nudged the door open wider, a familiar scent gracing his senses.

The room was warm, decorated with classic hand-me-down furniture. A scarf thrown over a lamp. Random articles of clothing on the floor. Aidan stepped backwards, closing the door with him. Strange. He opened the door a second time. …Still the same room! It didn’t take a genius to realize it was Sasha’s. He could recognize her style and perfume from a mile away. Aidan didn’t have any time to think harder on it, as soft footsteps could be heard coming down the hall towards Sasha’s room. He closed the door quickly, pressing his ear against it to listen. There was the rustle of clothing, two clonks of shoes hitting the floor.

Aidan knocked softly on the door. There was a pause of silence followed by a muttered “Oh shit!” He grinned at the voice, knocking once again. Silence. Aidan glanced back towards his room at the book on the nightstand. It was still Valentine’s Day. Not too late for a little gift.

Clearing his throat, he knocked on the door a third time. But instead of speaking… he sang! “I am a man who will fight for your honor! I’ll be the hero you’re dreaming of~!” Aidan wasn’t exactly the best singer, and he might have sounded a lot worse than he would have hoped.

There a mumbled “He isn’t.” on the other side, nearly interrupting his song with snickering.

You’ll keep me standing tall, you’ll help me through it all. I’m always strong when you’re beside me. I have always needed you. I’ll never make it alone…

The door suddenly opened, Aidan having to stand up quick before he tumbled in behind it. Sasha blinked at him, with an examining gaze, seeming to be indecisive on whether or not she was annoyed or amused.

“Hey…” He said, flashing her a grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Sasha shook her head, unable to keep from returning his grin. She leaned in the doorway. “Hi.”

Common sense told him to say goodnight, close the door and go to bed. But common sense couldn’t have imagined how nice she looked with that crooked grin, or how her hair fell over her shoulders, or the way she wiggled her toes. So when Aidan tilted forward resting an arm on the doorway over his head and pressed his lips to Sasha’s, common sense decided to take a vacation.

If Aidan were thinking he may have been surprised that instead of a smack, Sasha was returning his kiss. Her fingers curling around the fabric of his opened shirt. Raising a hand, he grazed his thumb across her cheek. His hand moved, resting at the back of her neck with his fingers entwined in red hair. A gentle tug on his shirt pulled him forward as the kiss was broken. With every step backwards Sasha made, Aidan stepped forward, never more than an inch of space between them.

Sasha’s hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders as Aidan brushed feather soft kisses across her cheek and down her neck. A murmur escaping her lips while his arm locked around her waist. Her hands ran over his chest and his stomach, subtly loosening his belt and pulling it free. Aidan pulled her shirt up slowly, hands caressing every inch of her skin until he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

Capturing her mouth again, the rest of their clothes were abandoned piece by piece as they inched their way to the bed. Sasha pushed Aidan gently until he fell back, sitting on the bed. Linking her arms tightly around his neck she straddled him. Aidan gripped her hips firmly, guiding her comfortably as he muttered her name against her lips. That electrifying feeling of flesh against flesh was mesmerizing as they moved in rhythmic motion.

With heat flushed checks, Sasha gripped Aidan’s shoulders tightly at the sudden shockwave of pleasure. Resting her forehead against his, her voice was breathless.

“I love-”

“Oh shit!”

Sasha sat up in bed, clutching a hand to her pounding heart. Her body warm and tingling with the sensation of touch, but the room was empty. It was the middle of the night and it was just a dream…?

…What a dream!

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