Happy Valentine's!
Their first Valentine’s had been a whim. Mostly because they were obviously not in love - they weren’t going to get in trouble for ‘fraternizing’ and neither of them was up to anything more - but they were seeing each other, or having copious amounts of sex with each other, at any rate, so. He dragged her to a small, almost dingy Mexican restaurant with surprisingly good cooking and a live group of three musicians who went around among the tables, and for a few bucks serenaded whoever they were pointed out.
Considering that it was February 14, they probably made decent, that evening. And Charisa laughed to tears at their choice of song for her.
That had been over five years ago. They’d played each other then, and that’s how they’d wanted things to be.
The three following Valentine’s, they’d been out of contact, because he’s made a move and she’d bolted and never admitted to bolting. Hell, she’d even left while he’d been sleeping. Not even a note. He’d learned she was a third way around the globe that evening from a completely unrelated source.
The distance had not banked the fire, at all.
Last February, he’d still been in jail. So very romantic.
This time around? They were husband and wife. And that was mind-blowing. Still. Even if it was secret, and even if it was very under the radar that they spent time with each other at all - more on her side than on his, since the Team were aware of how things were for him, at least emotionally if not legally.
But she had a full four days off, Friday and Monday away from work, and since they were right after a job that had paid well, and it was, well, an occasion, he opted for making it an occasion. The flight was nothing in particular.
The destination, however, was exotic, and while it was too remote for a five star hotel or something of the kind, it was comfortable. But most of all, it was warm. The summer was heading slowly towards fall, but it hadn’t reached it yet.
On Valentine’s day itself, he took her swimming. In the azure waters of the ocean, or rather, a safe lagoon where sharks or anything else that might spoil the experience was kept out.
Then they made love on the heated sand, and then swam again until their lips were tinged blue from spending so long in the water. But they both had spent enough time in places where getting a shower, let alone a bath or a swim, was out of the question. This was luxury, and of a beautiful kind. (One day, when they were closer, he’d make sure they swam among the corals, somewhere around Australia or New Zealand. But this would do for now.)
Then they returned to their bungalow for a brief rest and shower, then he had them dress in local clothes he had prepared specifically for the occasion, and he took her for a dinner out. Which, honestly, neither of them had tried before, but what was life without a little adventure? He had to kiss her under the disapproving look of the old woman who had cooked it all for them, but that would be all right.
This was the day for love.
Considering that it was February 14, they probably made decent, that evening. And Charisa laughed to tears at their choice of song for her.
That had been over five years ago. They’d played each other then, and that’s how they’d wanted things to be.
The three following Valentine’s, they’d been out of contact, because he’s made a move and she’d bolted and never admitted to bolting. Hell, she’d even left while he’d been sleeping. Not even a note. He’d learned she was a third way around the globe that evening from a completely unrelated source.
The distance had not banked the fire, at all.
Last February, he’d still been in jail. So very romantic.
This time around? They were husband and wife. And that was mind-blowing. Still. Even if it was secret, and even if it was very under the radar that they spent time with each other at all - more on her side than on his, since the Team were aware of how things were for him, at least emotionally if not legally.
But she had a full four days off, Friday and Monday away from work, and since they were right after a job that had paid well, and it was, well, an occasion, he opted for making it an occasion. The flight was nothing in particular.
The destination, however, was exotic, and while it was too remote for a five star hotel or something of the kind, it was comfortable. But most of all, it was warm. The summer was heading slowly towards fall, but it hadn’t reached it yet.
On Valentine’s day itself, he took her swimming. In the azure waters of the ocean, or rather, a safe lagoon where sharks or anything else that might spoil the experience was kept out.
Then they made love on the heated sand, and then swam again until their lips were tinged blue from spending so long in the water. But they both had spent enough time in places where getting a shower, let alone a bath or a swim, was out of the question. This was luxury, and of a beautiful kind. (One day, when they were closer, he’d make sure they swam among the corals, somewhere around Australia or New Zealand. But this would do for now.)
Then they returned to their bungalow for a brief rest and shower, then he had them dress in local clothes he had prepared specifically for the occasion, and he took her for a dinner out. Which, honestly, neither of them had tried before, but what was life without a little adventure? He had to kiss her under the disapproving look of the old woman who had cooked it all for them, but that would be all right.
This was the day for love.