So, I know that I'm a week late for Valentine's Day, Valisblot, whatever you guys like to celebrate! ( I celebrate the Valisblot! ) I wrote this on my phone the night of the 14th, and just have not had a moment with my laptop to post it!

Just letting you know ahead of time that there are some BDSM themes in here. It's actually a message I wanted to send.

There are a lot of people out there who went to go see Fifty Shades. To each their own. But I myself, am vehemently boycotting it whether it be books, films or whatever. I am a Dom in an active BDSM community, and from what I've read, Fifty Shades is not a correct representation of a healthy BDSM relationship. We Doms do not stalk, abuse or trap our Subs. If it got out that there was a Dom in the community doing half the shit that this character Christian Grey was doing, then he would have been stripped of his Sub. He would have been shunned in the community and no one would want to play with him because he's dangerous.

We as Doms do NOT take control from our Subs. It is given to us. We do NOT ignore safe words. It is our responsibility to make sure that our Subs are always safe. I don't know if an unhealthy BDSM relationship was what the author was going for, but abusing a Sub is NOT sexy in my book.

So, with this little oneshot, I wanted to raise awareness. Safe word awareness. Hashtags and all that. Even if it's just your common traffic light words.

Enjoy.

There's one thing you should know about dating an antisocial, hot-headed, part-time asshole…they love to hate what everyone loves. So it makes sense that Holidays are nothing more than a pointless obligation that have been blown out of proportion by the big companies to suck money out of people.

At least that's sort of what I think Warren would say.

So, I was kind of at a loss when I woke up beside him in his bed on Valentine's Day. Still clothed from the lack of much fooling around the previous night, mind you.

I hadn't mentioned anything all week, and I didn't want to push the matter of what day it was. Even when we were kind of a new thing during the fuck-literally-all-the-time-and-make-out-any-chance-we-got period, we hadn't done anything for the 14th.

These days, we still made out a lot, and yeah, we had sex a lot, but the intense, raw burn of the new relationship had settled down a little. We weren't just lovers, we were also friends again…if that makes any sense. He was that strong, silent, sardonic when he felt like it kind of guy again. I was that stronger, much less silent, sarcastic right back at him when he dished it out kind of guy again. We had that love-hate friendship back, and quite frankly, I had missed it.

However, if we weren't a thing, it would've been easier to shrug the day off, make a few jokes and stuff. But now we were close to a year and a half together. Well, if I wasn't thinking so damn much about it, we actually probably could just crack a few jokes about it and move on.

It wasn't like I wanted anything out of Valentine's Day. It was a day. A Saturday. Since I was here, that meant I'd probably be fed, play some video games, or watch a movie with him. Maybe watch him work on his motorcycle a little. And eventually we'd end up doing some more naughty activities back up here in his room.

That'd be fine with me.

His long fingers were suddenly grasping at my forehead, "The hell's got your mind racing, Stronghold?"

Nudging his hand away, I grinned stupidly at his sincerely not awake expression. His eyes weren't even open. "Morning."

"Mmm…" He hummed sleepily. Then h leaned in and softly attached his mouth to my throat, hand stroking across my chest.

I breathed in deeply to calm the never-tired motor that was my libido. He sucked and nibbled, and oh it felt good.

"Happy Valentine's-Válisblot…or whatever Gothpants said she was into this year."

I stilled as he continued mouthing at my throat. His hand slid down under the blankets to paw at the front of my boxers.

"Didn't uh…think you celebrated Hallmark days. I mean, uh, oh," I shuddered as his fingers slid under my waistband to stroke my growing erection. "The uh…the companies that put together this stuff make-mmh! …bank one day of the year because everyone buys into their uh…their crap, uh,"

"Stronghold," he grunted, cutting me off and pulling away to look me in the eye. "I really don't care. One way or the other. Do you want to fuck or not?"

"Just because it's Valentine's Day, we don't,"

"I really don't fucking care what day it is, Stronghold." He said, shaking his head. "All I care about is that it's morning. And I. Have. A. Boner." He pressed his hips against mine to prove that he was telling the truth. "Now, am I taking care of myself, or would you like to participate?"

"…Y-yes. On the participating part."

"Good. Roll over."

Chuckling, I teased, "Oh, love it when you talk dirty." I turned onto my belly anyway and added, "By the way, green."

His response was a hard smack to my ass which in turn made me jump in shock and then uh…whimper…

"Color?" He rumbled, after he'd pulled my hands behind my back and bound them with a few soft straps of leather.

"S-still green," I breathed, and that tongue started a journey down my spine, surely to find more intimate places.