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Follow the sound of my heartbeat.

Before Longshot, Robbie and Miyuki had left for camp, Alison had politely, but firmly asked Robbie and Miyuki to find fun diversions in camp. Lengthy ones. She wanted her husband all to herself at least until sunset.

It took about an hour to organize, but when Alison finally retired upstairs, the lights were out and the shades drawn on all the floors. The only illumination came from tiny, floating candles in shallow water dishes placed on every other step on the stairs. One the landing of each floor, she had placed an item for him to find.

On the first floor, at the bottom of the stairs, a CD copy of his favorite French singer's newest album was tied with a gold ribbon. A tag attached to the ribbon read, Follow the lights.

On the second floor, a package wrapped in shiny red paper and silk ribbon. The tag read, Don't open this yet.

On the third floor landing, a second package was wrapped in white, shiny paper and ribbon. The tag read, Not yet. Keep moving.

On the fourth, two long-stemmed wine glasses waited for him.

The candles continued up the stairs to their bedroom. Inside, dozens of red candles of every size were lit in containers all over the bedroom. Spread out in front of the balcony doors was a soft fleece blanket. Several covered dishes were set out on it and two bottles chilled in a bucket of ice.

The tiny, floating candles created a path from the door to the bathroom where rose scented steam rolled out from under the door. Inside, Alison was sitting on the edge of the filled bathtub in a red silk robe. She drew small circles on the tile at her feet with her toe and waited for her husband to arrive. Hopefully, it would be before the food or the water got cold.

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He wouldn't need to wait long. Every shift of his position and sound he made just made her more excited. She started to moan with each thrust, volume rising with each stroke.

They were alone, surrounded by flickering candles and the scent of roses... if there was a reason to control herself, she couldn't see it.

He grit his teeth. His body wanted to let go. Longshot was not about to let it. They weren't done. His eardrums were still in tact.

His fingers dug into the blanket beneath them. Their combined weight kept the parts he was grabbing at least near to the floor. He pulled down a little lower. He was not letting go until he got a song out of Alison.

His hips kept the rhythm like clockwork until his arms sort of locked. Then Longshot no longer had any control. His thrusts became frantic and powerful. He was teetering on the edge...

"Alison!"

Alison had no such illusions of holding back. The way he was moving was driving her steadily towards her finish and she didn't even try to stop it.

She almost missed the sound of her name on his lips as she reached her climax, her eyes closed and she howled his name.

Longshot sank from his toes to his knees as he pressed into Alison and came. He had a little trouble breathing because his throat closed on him until his body was done. He grunted a little and then managed to suck in a deep breath.

His spine felt like jelly as he carefully backed away to let Alison's legs down. He carefully guided her legs to land softly on the blanket before he used the last bit of energy he had to crawl over beside her. He flopped down beside her and cast an arm over her waist.

"Love... you..."

There may have been more words, but he didn't have the breath at the moment.

"Love you," she breathed and curled into him as much as she could without really moving. Her fingers trailed along the arm he slung across her waist. When she found his hand, she laced their fingers together and held it lightly.

She took a deep breath and released it in a long, contented sigh. The evening had gone even better than she'd planned. She smiled and let her eyes drift shut, enjoying the warmth of his body beside her and the bone-deep satisfaction coursing through her limbs.

It took him a minute or two, but he got enough breath and energy to move himself a little. He pulled himself closer and gave her hand a squeeze.

"Don't ever let anybody say you're not the best," he murmured as he rested his head on her shoulder. "They're lying."

She turned her head and kissed his forehead softly. "As long as you think so, I don't care what anyone else says."

She stroked his hand lightly with her fingertips. "I love you so much. Wanted this to be the best Valentines Day for you."

"Always. Never a doubt." Who else but the best would never give up on him? He grinned a little lopsidedly.

"Better than just a plain ole holiday day. Best day of existing ever. Got you, a new jacket, more you, chocolate with cannoli filling, you underneath me, good food, you getting loud, lots of special thing."

"Mmmmm. Glad you enjoyed it. And you always have me. Don't need to wait for a holiday." She smiled and kissed him again.

"Like your gifts?"

"Love 'em," he replied. Then he hummed. Her lips on his skin was nice, but he preferred them on his lips. This required moving.

Pulling what energy he could to unjelly his spine, Longshot shifted himself half onto his wife. He looked down at her. "Not nearly as much as I do you, but nothing's ever gonna get that high."

Then he kissed her softly and undemanding.

She'd have smiled, but that would ruin the kiss. So she just concentrated all her remaining energy into pressing her lips to her husband's. She tugged lightly on his shoulders, encouraging him to lay down on top of her.

"You always make me feel so special," she murmured against his lips. "I wanted to share that feeling with you."

If she wanted him there, Longshot was settling down on top of her. He brought his free hand up to caress her cheek with the back of his index finger.

"You do," he whispered before he kissed her softly again. "Every morning I wake with you beside me, you do."

After losing so much, having one woman brave all his craziness and love him everyday was the biggest thing in his life. Something he would eternally be grateful for. But sometimes words weren't enough. So he let his lips express it in a gentler way.

"I hope so. I want you to feel as good as I do right now."

Her hands wandered over his sides and shoulders gently. She sank happily into his kiss and pulled him close. She could happily spend the rest of the night just kissing him and touching his skin.

Longshot was very willing to keep his wife happy. He kissed her until either the room spun or he was out of breath. he couldn't tell which. So rather than just wait for everything to stop spinning, he kept himself busy nuzzling her neck. Quiet comfort was hardly one of the things he looked forward to, but he had to admit that it currently felt good.

He continued to lavish attention on Alison's neck right up until his stomach growled. He winced a little. She probably felt that, too. "Huh. Satisfy one hunger and get the other one back..."

Alison giggled and rubbed his shoulders gently. "All the work you just did must have burned off a lot of calories. Good thing we didn't stray far from the food, huh?"

She looked around for where the dishes and his box of chocolate went. "Whatcha hungry for now?"

He nibbled on her neck. "Always hungry for you, but maybe I should have some chocolate now instead."

And when he was full, he would want his wife again. But he had just been pretty... vigorous. So maybe getting his bag of chocolate up here might be an idea. Miyuki and Robbie probably weren't going to show up for awhile because Makoto had mentioned something about working off sugar highs and night lessons.

That meant he didn't have to get dressed! Yay! He squirmed a little on top of Alison. He wanted to get eating already.

"Mmmm. Chocolate it is. You can have me any time." She smiled and kissed the end of his nose. His squirming made her giggle again and she held him by the hips to make him still.

Where did he get all that energy from anyway?

He got all that energy from the spot where a belly button would be on human. Since he was laying on Alison and that spot was pressed against her, all that energy was seeping into his system. Also, cannoli filling was heading his way.

"Any time. As much as I want. Wherever I want in a big, empty castle." He nodded. Then he looked around for the box of chocolate. Ah ha! He snagged it and dragged it over.

Given how often Alison liked to play with that spot, it certainly explained a lot about his general level of energy on any given day.

She smiled at the box with his chocolate hearts in it. "Hope you don't mind just the chocolate and the filling. I was told the cannoli shell wouldn't be proper for the occasion."

"You made it for me, it's perfect," he said earnestly. He picked up one of the hearts. His eyes widening a little at the part with cannoli filling.

He licked his lips before taking a big bite. He would lick any chocolate crumbs that touched his wife's skin later.

"Mmm!" He had a very blissful face as he closed his eyes and savored one of the best gifts ever.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetheart."

She smiled and toyed with the ends of his hair lightly as she watched him eat. She didn't have any doubt that his enthusiasm was real. She knew how much he loved his cannolis.

"Love it," he said after swallowing. He cracked open one eye. "Wanna try some?"

He knew she wasn't the biggest cannoli fan ever, but he was actually sharing. Instead of hording. Which was his natural impulse when it came to cannoli.

"I'll try a little bite." She smiled and leaned up on her elbows. She really wasn't overly fond of the stuff, but anything he wanted to offer tonight she'd gladly share with him.

She took a very small bite when he offered it to her. It actually wasn't bad at all with all that chocolate.

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