Valentine's day. What a waste of everyone's time. Or at least that's what Ja'far thought of the day. It was filled with whining single people wishing they were anything but. Honestly Ja'far didn't see why anyone would want to have a date on this day. It usually ended up with them having bad sex and then sneaking home in the morning. At least that's the constant bitching he's heard from his female friends. There was no need to make such a big deal out of this day and in Ja'far's mind anyone who did was a fool. The day was insufferable. It wasn't that Ja'far was one of those bitter single people who hated the day because of it. It was because of those people he hated it.

Ja'far didn't see why anyone needed one day to love the people around you. He understood to a lesser extent why people were so desperate to find someone who might be willing to fuck them on this day. Because that's all a relationship really is in its early stages. Two people willing to have sex. He let out a soft sigh leaning over his work. One more hour. He had one more hour left of work and then he could leave without-

"Ja'faaarrrr~" Too late. Ja'far looked up from his work mustering the most unamused look he could manage. He didn't have time for anyone's antics today, that included Sinbad. No, especially Sinbad's antics. The man would chew up his entire evening Ja'far just knew it. He scoffed at Sinbad's heart covered tie as he sat back in his chair.

"What do you want Sin." A sly smile came over the man's face as he moved into the office closing the door behind him. Ja'far almost jumped out of his chair and forced the man back out into the hall, almost. Ja'far knew he'd regret letting Sinbad in here so easily, but better this then him standing outside the door and screaming his plans loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Will you be my valentine," Ja'far was prepared to give a very curt 'no' in response, but Sinbad spoke before he could. "And before you protest I kind of already made us dinner reservations." Any other day and Ja'far might have sat there slack jawed, but not today. No he was used to Sinbad doing things like this to him. Ja'far hated today and Sinbad was bound and determined to make him love it. Now Sinbad was a sweet man and was often trying to make Ja'far swoon, so to Ja'far it wasn't quite as much as an insult. Sinbad showed his love every day.

"What kind of person would it make me to proclaim how much I hate this day and then go out with you? Can't we do it another night Sin. I'm busy and have a cat at home that needs as much love as you do." Even if the cat was the spawn of the devil. The damn thing seemed to love Sinbad more than it did Ja'far. Sinbad moved closer to Ja'far's desk leaning over it like he was trying to intimidate Ja'far.

"We can't do it another day because this is the only day we can do it. Please Ja'far, I put so much effort into making this dinner happen. How can you be so heartless? You claim that everyone should show their love every day, well today is just like any other day I promise. There will be no flowers, no stupid heart shaped boxes of chocolate, no cards, just dinner. We can do dinner can't we?"

Ja'far folded his arms across his chest looking at Sinbad with just a little bit of pity. The man wanted to go out with him so bad and he was starting to feel like a little bit of an ass for Turing him down. "Fine," Ja'far agreed softly. "We can do dinner. But if I see even a single flower petal I will-"

Ja'far didn't get to finish his sentence before Sinbad leaned over the desk kissing him. He hated when Sinbad would do that to him. It made him feel almost like what he said didn't matter. Sometimes it made Ja'far want to smack him. It was Sinbad though and Ja'far was always pulled into his kisses finding himself leaning forward in hopes to get a better taste of those lips. It wasn't fair for one person to have such an effect on him. Ja'far was the one to pull away shooing Sinbad out of the room. He still had several more hours of work left unlike Sinbad who will without a doubt leave in the next hour to set up whatever scheme he had in mind.

In the back of his mind Ja'far knew that whatever Sinbad had planned would be just like it was every year. Over the top and not what Ja'far agreed to for the evening at all. Like the one year Sinbad took him for a helicopter ride around the city. Ja'far let out a soft sigh hiding his face in his hands. The man went too far on this day. It was like he was trying to outdo himself every year and it just made Ja'far more and more exhausted with what everyone liked to call a holiday. He tried to keep his mind off Sinbad and on his work. Honestly he didn't want to think about what the man had planned for him. It was going to be exhausting he was sure. Valentines day with Sinbad was always exhausting. For once he'd just like to stay at home and not have to worry about any plans Sinbad had made.

While his work was a great distraction from the events that would without a doubt unfold later that evening, it didn't completely rid Ja'far of his feeling of dread. By the time the clock rolled around to five, the usual time he'd leave work, he was nearly bouncing in his seat. This was another reason he hated the day. He hated waiting and he hated surprises even more. For a moment Ja'far thought about bolting out the door before Sinbad could show up. It seemed like a good idea. He could go home and then if Sinbad still really wanted to spend the night with him he'd just have to come over to his place. Yeah, that sounded like a great idea. Ja'far reached for his coat only to have his heart drop when he heard the door open. So much for that idea.

"You weren't planning on running off on me were you?" Sinbad asked softly leaning up against the door. Ja'far shook his head pulling on his coat. He knew Sinbad would be hurt if he knew the truth. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Sinbad's feelings.

"Of course not, I was going to meet you downstairs so you wouldn't have to come all the way up here to get me." Ja'far knew the lie wouldn't be enough to fool Sinbad, but he was hoping it'd be enough for the man to drop the subject. He really didn't want to have Sinbad upset at him. Ja'far cared too much for the man to want to hurt him. He walked over to Sinbad grabbing his hand interlocking their fingers. Ah, what he wouldn't do for this man. He'd give anything to see him smile. "So, where are you taking me?"

"Oh, that's a secret." A slow smile came to Sinbad's face as he pulled something from his pocket. Ja'far frowned as he recognized it as the tie Sinbad had been wearing earlier. The man was going to blindfold him. A slightly annoyed sigh left Ja'far's lips as he moved closer to Sinbad. How he hated for people to see him like this. It was bad enough Sinbad was taking him out on this dreadful day, but to be seen in public, blindfolded? He was pushing his luck, big time. Ja'far was thankful for Sinbad being slow and careful leading him to wherever it was there were going. It would have been annoying to trip and break something. He trusted that Sinbad wouldn't let him get hurt that badly, but things happen and they can't always be stopped.

When Sinbad finally stopped moving Ja'far's heart was pounding in his chest. It was too quiet where they were. He didn't like the silence, because in public places it didn't usually mean anything good. Every single ounce of him wanted to run, even if he was still blindfolded. The only thing keeping him rooted were Sinbad's warm hands on his shoulders.

"Are you ready for your surprise Ja'far?" Sinbad asked softly tugging at the tie around his eyes. Ja'far wanted to say no and cling to Sinbad. He was afraid of what he might see and even when the tie fell from his eyes he kept them shut tight. Ja'far didn't want to know where he was he just wanted to go home and sit on his couch in his pajamas. He heard Sinbad laugh low in his ear before telling him to open his eyes. Ja'far took a deep breath before slowly opening one eye. His eyes quickly sprang open at what he saw. He was in his apartment, only, it was covered in flowers and candles. They seemed to be the only things lighting the small apartment and the flickering light made his heart flutter ever so slightly.

"Sin I said-"

"No, I said no flowers, but I lied. I couldn't help myself; do you know how hard it is to find completely white roses?" Sinbad reached over picking on up and handing it to Ja'far. "They reminded me of you and I just knew I had to get them." He gave Ja'far a quick kiss grabbing his hand. "I also made us dinner. It took me hours to get it right and I'm actually really proud of myself." Sinbad looked back at Ja'far beaming and Ja'far just didn't have the heart to tell him that it was too much. It was, it was all too much, the dinner, the flowers, the candles, lord knew how many of them he had scattered around. But it was Sinbad and Ja'far got what he wanted, he was home. Ja'far wrapped his arms around Sinbad's neck kissing him softly. Even if this was the worst day out of the year, Sinbad always seemed to make it better.

"I think I'll have to give you something special in the bedroom later." Sinbad laughed kissing Ja'far back.

"I was hoping you'd say that."