A/n: I wrote this out of extreme boredom last Thursday, as it was free period, and all my friends had abandoned me for their lessons.

Summary: This is my take on Valentine's Day 3000 years into the future. It takes place in Trondriem (that was how you spelt it right?), with Jakt, they were already married and had kids.Oneshot Rated T for some suggestiveness. Quite fluffy, really.

Disclaimer: If I did own Ender's game and all of its sequel, and the companion series, I wouldn't be writing on here. In short, I don't own, Orson Scott Card does, and personally, I think he rocks.

Valentine stood at the window of the house she shared with Jakt, in Trondriem. It was at times like this when she missed Ender. The squeals of her young children playing in the back yard filled her ears. She glanced down at the essays in her hands. After so many years, so many centuries, she was still Demosthenes.

She walked over to her desk to check the date. February the 14th, interstellar standard. It was the date of a holiday long forgotten, belonging only to her non-existent childhood, she had only the faintest memories of it. Couples walking down the streets holding hands, love notes being exchanged, and the passing around of candies and chocolate.

Now, 3000 years later, such a holiday of love have been long forgotten. Few, if any, still remembered it. If only Ender was here, thought Valentine, he would remember. I wouldn't be the only 'ancient-being' here, remembering things that belonged to an era way back, when humans were still fighting each other over a small non-descript planet.

A strong arm snaked up from behind her, wrapping around her waist, and pulling her back gently. It was followed by a briny and comforting scent, a loving peck on the check, and a playful nibble on the ear.

"What are you thinking about?"

The voice was coarse from shouting above howling winds on the sea, yet, to her, it sounded as smooth as velvet, and as safe as a warm comforting blanket.

"I'm a historian, Jakt, I think about the past. Speaking of which, do you know what day it is today?"

"The fourteenth of February," he said, wondering what was so special about it. The tone of her voice suggested that it was supposed to be an important date.

Their anniversary? No. Her birthday? Not that either. One of the kids' birthday? Nope, definitely not. Then catching the look in her eyes, he understood.

"Please, not one of those this-day-in-history things," he pleaded half-jokingly.

Valentine rolled her eyes, "Yes, one of my 'this-day-in-history', as you put it, thing. But trust me, you'll like it," she said, turning around and planting a quick kiss to his lips.

"Today, more than 3000 years ago, back on planet earth, was Valentine's Day."

"Your day, eh?"

"It was actually to celebrate the patron saint of lovers really, Saint Valentine. I was only named after the saint. It was actually a day to celebrate love, be it to family, friends, or lover."

"Well, my lover, let's celebrate our love then, it's your day. I'll do whatever you like."

"Oh really?" she grinned, "well then, meet me in the bedroom tonight." She ended it with a wink. At 30- something, she still hasn't loss touch.

A/n: That's all folks, whaddya think? Very fluffy, I know, and I think Valentine was a bit OOC at the end. Uh-oh. I wrote this for the fun of it anyway.

Do read and review. Flames will be used to roast marshmallow. Happy Valentine's Day.