Eric/Wes

He kept meaning to say something. Really, he did. He didn't forget, or anything. But he never got the chance.

The moment he walked into work there was an attempted robbery. He was barely able to get in a good morning as they jumped into the SUV, getting a brief nod in response. The hold up lasted three hours, followed by another hour reassuring the bank owner that he had nothing to worry about, that this would not happen again, that he had no reason to question the Silver Guardians' security. Which of course, everyone else delegated to him because he was the most diplomatic of the two of them. He thought he might have gotten an apologetic glance before the squad went to clean - up duty, but it was hard to be sure with the man raving in his face.

They'd just gotten back when they received word that one of their customer's security alarms had gone off. It turned out to be nothing, but the owner of the building still insisted they check everything to be absolutely sure. That had taken them the better part of another hour.

After that, he'd been buried in paperwork, intermittent with more meetings than he would ever be able to remember anything from by the end of the day. And of course, there was that last minute meeting that went into after hours. Then there was paperwork he still hadn't finished and tried to stay behind to work on until the receptionist threatened to have them both thrown out of the building as she accused them of being workaholics.

They looked at one another at last, both feeling tired and weary. "Still coming over?" Eric asked finally.

His brow furrowed for a moment. Did they make plans or something? "Sure," he answered at last, deciding it didn't really matter.

Eric nodded, heading to his car. "I'll drive."

The car ride started with him sitting up, watching the scenery. Slowly, as his exhaustion grew, he found himself leaning against the door with his head resting against the window. But that proved to be uncomfortable, so he shifted to the other side. He smiled, watching Eric fight off a yawn as he drove.

The next thing he knew, he was blinking up at the steering wheel. "Hmm?"

"Comfortable?" Eric sounded entirely too amused.

He frowned, blinking as he tried to get his bearings. After a moment, it dawned on him: at some point, he'd dozed off and let his head fall into Eric's lap. Eric's fingers had come up to play almost idly with his hair, moving to brush his cheek. It was comfortable, he decided. Too comfortable to move. "Mmm," he agreed at last.

Eric chuckled. "So the next time I want to get into your pants without beating the crap out of each other, all I have to do is work you into exhaustion."

"Mmm ... " he yawned, snuggling slightly into his hand. There was something he'd been trying to tell him ... Oh. Right. "S'Valentine's Day," he murmured.

"Too tired to care." The hand continued to caress his cheek. "Besides, I don't need some stupid day on a calendar to remind me that I love you."

He blinked, then slowly smiled. Eric would never be the conventional romantic. But then, that was part of what made things between them so much fun.

He turned his head to press a light kiss against Eric's hand. "Love you, too."