Thanks to MapleLeafCameo for looking over this for. Also, I don't own them so I can't profit from writing about them.
The sunlight woke John up. Looking to his right he saw the space next to him was empty but a small envelope was laid on the pillow. Pulling out the card John saw a photo of a honeycomb and bee on the front cover with the words 'Bee Mine' written on the bottom. Smiling he opened it to read the message inside.
John,
Once I scoffed at the idea of giving cards to a 'loved one.' Especially on a holiday created as a marketing ploy by greeting card companies. However, after meeting a stubborn army doctor three decades ago I now find such an idea oddly appealing. This is something I blame you for.
Sherlock
Getting up from the bed John walked over to the wardrobe and reached towards the back where he knew a small box was kept. Taking it back to the bed, John snuggled under the duvet. Removing the lid he was able to see the twenty-four cards inside with covers identical to the one he held in his hand. But when the cards were opened each one held a message John held dear to his heart.
A lanky body soon joined him. "Sentimental," Sherlock teased.
John kissed his husband's nearby temple. "How many more years' worth of these cards do you have?"
Sherlock's eyes twinkled, "Five boxes."
AN: This is the first of two Valentine's fics I will be posting. Both were intended to be 221B, one from each of the boys; however the second piece grew from 221 words to 1,395. I've stopped being surprised. Anyway, I will be posting the second one tomorrow.
