A / N: Fluff! Run for your lives! XD

I'm starting a collection of VinTi drabbles. Short but sweet moments under 500 words.

Not all stories are related, but they are all giftfics for JessicaJ whose VinTi stories made me a very, very happy woman.

I hope you like them dear. (And if not, there are two more to come out in the succeeding weeks!)

"Mmm."

A tingling sensation shot from her scalp straight down her spine. It came in regular waves, ran off to different nerve endings and reached tender places she never knew she had. Her body thrummed with pleasure.

She leaned her head back and felt long, slender fingers run through her hair. There was a click as something locked in place. She opened her eyes and the world seemed suddenly brighter with her bangs held away from her eyes.

Arms wrapped around her from behind and lips pressed down on top of her head. She looked to gaze up at dark eyes that sparkled crimson with happiness and contentment. "You know there are some other ways we could pass the time Mr. Valentine," she said with a teasing grin. "I'm starting to think you're obsessed."

He kissed her exposed forehead as his black tresses spilled over her long brown strands. "To groom your hair is a pleasure I intend to indulge in every chance I get Mrs. Valentine."

She raised her hand to finger the curtain of black strands that all around her. "Hmph. Would you have loved me if I had shorter hair?"

He smiled enigmatically. "I always wondered how you were able to fight despite its length... Until I saw you use it."

"Yes, well... Scarlet had my hands tied and I so badly wanted to slap her." She chuckled at the memory.

His resounding growl of approval felt wonderful on her back. "After that, I looked at you and I've never looked back."

She lifted her other hand to thread with his. She carefully drew it down over her chest while she whispered, "That's good because..." She settled his hand on her belly. "...we can only ever move forward now that the future is here."

His body went rigid and his lack of motion made her suspect he forgot how to breathe. She tugged him around her until he stood in front of her.

His face was pale. He swallowed and sank to his knees in front of her and firmly gripped her hands. Shock and hope swam in his dark eyes. "Are you...?"

"I want to name him Moody."

An incredulous smile appeared in his face and suddenly he laughed and kissed her hands, her belly and finally, her lips. His smile widened against her cheek. He slowly rubbed his skin against hers. "And if it's a girl, I want to name her Martyr."

She laughed at his suggestion and kissed the tip of his nose, as she settled her arms over his shoulders. "We'd make good parents, I bet."

His grin matched hers. "With names like that, there won't be any doubt."