A/N: Just a little Cresswell piece for Valentine's Day. I could potentially add more chapters but since I have to update my other fics, I leave it as a oneshot for now. But I do have ideas for it and hope to get back to it someday. :)

"Any plans for the 14th?" Thorne asked her, casually looking over her shoulder to the main screen that projected their schedule and the cargo they had in store for the next few trips. According to her calculations, they would be able to make it to six more cities before they would need to head back to Luna to restock the letumosis antidotes. She tapped at the screen to enter the numbers, only slightly distracted by the way Thorne's lips brushed her hair for a split second. It was his common way of greeting her or just giving her some attention. Thorne had gotten in the habit of kissing and playing with her hair, brushing a few wayward strands behind her ear or wrapping them around his fingers. Always playful, but with an underlying gentleness to it that never failed to send shudders down her spine.

His touch made Cress look over the schedule once more even though she already knew it by heart."Um, no. We'll be distributing the antidote in Portugal but then we have to wait for another crew from the European Federation army to retrieve the last batches. We'll head back to Luna on the 16th then. Maybe even on the 15th, depending on how the distribution goes."

Which, as Cress had learned, could be quite chaotic with people desperate for the antidote. They had to focus on the severe cases first, which was easier said than done. Then were the cases where the inflicted were too weak to go to where they were distributing the antidote so either Thorne or Scarlet had to use the podships for extra tours — especially in areas where there was almost no medical supply or hospital around.

Cress glanced over her shoulder. Thorne was still looking at the screen, scratching his jaw with a thoughtful expression. "Why? Did an emergency delivery come up?"

"No," Thorne answered after an uncharacteristic pause."I just thought that we should take advantage of such a special date."

"Special date?" Unsure about what made the day so special, Cress looked once more at the screen, trying to guess what Thorne was talking about.

February 14th ... oooh.

Love Day.

Cress wanted to swoon from sheer happiness. It was one of the few holidays that carried over from the Second Era even though its origins and history were mostly lost now. What remained was the idea of having a special day for couples on which they could celebrate their love. Though not strictly an actual holiday, it was popular across the globe though each culture had different customs.

Cress couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it right away. But then again, she had never had the means to celebrate any holiday. Not in the lava tubes where the other shells were too scared to sing popular holiday songs lest Sybil could punish them for even knowing them. And in the satellite, where each day was just as repetitive and dull as the one before, holidays had little meaning. The only thing that changed for her were the holiday-themed netdramas she was watching every year. But actually celebrating? Never.

That is, if that was what Thorne actually suggested? Was he asking her out?

Cress debated playing coy like the girls in the net drama who fluttered their eyes and would feign innocence when they asked "What special date?" But Cress was done with pretending to be someone she wasn't. And coyness and fluttering eyes had never been in her repertoire to begin with.

It didn't mean she didn't have to gather her courage though. "You mean Love Day? You want to celebrate it with me?"

Thorne grinned at her. "I guess my asking out technique has gotten a bit rusty. But yes, I thought I could take you on an official date. I have to step up my romance game after all." And then, without warning, he grabbed her and spun her around, cradling her securely in his arms and then ...

... he kissed her. Gentle and sweet but with a touch of his smile still lingering on the corner of his mouth. Cress hadn't been caught that off-guard by Thorne's kisses like that in a while. It was just as exciting and wonderful, but Cress had learned to reciprocate. She trusted him to hold her, which allowed her hands to roam free as the kiss went on, across the cool leather of his jacket, up to his face and hair, their lips always moving against each other's. Cress didn't think she could ever get used to these perfect moments.

Thorne slowly pulled away, but not without leaving a few pecks on her cheek. "So? What do you think?"

Cress refused to open her eyes just yet. "I think your romance game is just fine," she murmured, still caught in the sensation of his lips trailing on the side of her face.

She heard him laugh, his breath tickling her skin in the most pleasant of ways. "That's good to hear." Thorne finally righted them both. "But not what I meant. I asked about the date." He ran his hand through his hair, almost as if he was unsure. And then he looked at her so nervously as if he hadn't just kissed the living daylights out of her. "Will you be my date, Cress?"

She wanted to laugh because there was no question what her answer would be. They'd been together for a few months now and finally, they would have their first official date. But she didn't laugh. Instead, she raised on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"I would love to."