Valentine's Day

Jamison

The snow was falling again when Jamison made his way down the sidewalk to Jules' dorm. He checked the bag slung over his shoulder. He had chocolates, a small necklace that Emma had helped him to pick out, and a little notecard. He'd had flowers delivered to her dorm in the morning. She'd come to class with some of the baby's breath woven into her hair.

He'd never celebrated Valentine's Day like they did in the United Continent. On the Island they didn't celebrate holidays at all. He didn't know if it was an unspoken rule, or if they just could no longer think about what life was like before they were booted off the continent. He'd gotten a gift on a few of his birthdays before, but aside from that, they didn't celebrate anything.

A few of his friends had coached him on how to treat Valentine's Day. Gifts, thoughtful notes, dinner, and if he got lucky… The thought made something inside him tighten. He cracked his knuckles before rapping them against the door.

He heard a pattering of footsteps before Jules pulled the door open. "Hey babe, you're early." She gave him a sweet kiss. "I'm not ready yet." She gestured to the camisole and sweatpants she was dressed in.

"Well I think you look beautiful." Jamison said, plucking one of the straps of her cami and playfully letting it snap on her shoulder.

"Don't tease!" she swatted his hands away with a suppressed laugh.

He followed her into her room. The white of her camisole made her skin look bronzed. She was pretty in every color, but in different ways. There was a strip of skin between the waist of the pants and the hem of her shirt. He resisted the urge to place his cold hands on her hips. "Have you been working out, Jules?" He asked, noting her toned back as she swept her hair over her shoulder.

"Not more than normal. The cheer coach wants to win the competition this season so we've been training a little more I guess." Without a warning she pulled her cami off and walked towards her closet. "Babe can I have help with my dress?"

He came over and placed a kiss on the top of her head, breathing deeply. He hugged her from behind, his hands resting on the planes of her stomach. He felt it ripple a little.

"Your hands are cold." she whispered, but he could hear her breaths becoming a little shorter.

He pressed up against her, holding her tightly against him. He swayed back and forth with her, appreciating the way she adjusted herself to lean into him. He rolled his hips forwards. "You know," he said, his voice gravely as he leaned down to half-whisper in her ear. "It's too bad you don't go to parties. We could dance like this all the time." He pushed against her again. To his surprise, but great excitement she placed her hands on his and moved with him. He could feel his core heating as Jules' body pressed harder against him. He couldn't help but move one of his hands to trace circles lower and lower on her abdomen. He felt her breath hitch slightly. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder as his hand came to rest just slightly above the apex of her thighs.

"Hmmm, but we have dinner reservations, don't we?" And though he wanted nothing more than to stay where they were and to continue tracing the lines of her body, he stepped back and willed a crooked smile to his face when Jules turned to him with a fake pout. "Come on babe, get your dress on, we'll be late." He winked.

"Jamison, you know exactly what you're doing." but she did what he asked.

She evidently knew what she was doing. Jamison stood grounded to the floor knowing that if he moved they would not be making their reservations. Jules pulled off her sweatpants standing in what could only be described as little scraps and bits of red lace. Her dark hair moved dramatically with every little movement she took. Very slowly, she leaned down to step into the dress, one leg at a time. She slid the dress up on her body, maneuvering her arms through the little straps. "Jamison, could you zip up the back of the dress for me?" She asked sweetly, her voice taking a low, almost sultry tone.

Almost robotically, he stepped over, pulling the zipper from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades. "You look gorgeous Jules," he said leaning over her shoulder to peck her on the cheek. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off with a little smack on her behind.

She squeaked, whirling around. "Jamison!"

He laughed, scooping her into his arms when she tried to reciprocate. "We're going to be late." He kissed her soundly. "I almost forgot! These are for you!" He pulled the gifts from his forgotten satchel.

He clasped the chain of the necklace around her neck, the little silver pendant resting just below her collarbone. It completed the outfit. Her sparkling red dress that hugged her figure and came halfway down her thighs was accentuated by the silver earrings and necklace. She finished it by adding a silver pin in her hair.

Jamison loved going out to dinner with Jules, but tonight he couldn't wait for dinner to be over. He took her to a quaint restaurant he'd stumbled upon a week ago. It served a variety of foods from the Easternmost part of the continent. Mostly different types of seafood, but Jules seemed to love it.

"This place is so cute!" She exclaimed when they walked in, taking in the layout and decorations. The tables were made of a light wood in contrast to the dark flooring so polished that it could have been a mirror.

Jules laughed and chattered the whole time about some new project she was working on in one of her classes. She wanted to go to college and study environmental sciences. It was cute to watch her talk so animatedly.

She had moved on to some national park she wanted to visit when Jamison signaled for the check. She noted it with a sly smile. "Eager to get back?"

"Would you like to stay longer?"

In the back of the car on their way back to the school, Jamison pulled Jules into his lap, holding her tightly. "My place or yours?" He whispered.

She leaned her head to the side as Jamison pressed a kiss onto her neck. "My bed is bigger, and most of my suitemates are going to be elsewhere."

Jamison carried Jules up the stairs and she carried her heels before they walked into her suite, dark and quiet. Not a soul was there. It made Jamison smirk a little, setting Jules down. "Well… we have the whole place to ourselves."

She dropped her shoes on the floor with a clatter before she put her arms on his shoulders and jumped. He caught her gently as she hooked her legs around his waist, her dress hitching up to her waist. At the feel of a hand of hers moving to the back of the head, he pressed his lips against hers. She pulled back to take a breath but he bit her bottom lip, keeping her face right in front of his. A breathless sound escaped from her. He held her tightly, slipping his tongue into her mouth. One hand of hers tugged on his hair, the other pressing against his chest.

The feel of her legs wrapped around his waist and her body pressed against him unleashed what he'd thus far kept to himself. He grinned, his grip on her tightening. "Should we go to bed," he whispered in a low voice, "or would you like to try something else?"

"Surprise me." she responded.