Happy Valentine's Day! Here's a future-take of the boys' first Valentine's Day set about six and a half months ahead of where they currently are in the story.

harritwifan rocked her beta magic for me, again. Thanks hon! But I should mention that I play with each chapter a bit even after she returns them to me, so all mistakes are mine!

I'm so, so sorry that I didn't respond to your wonderful, inspiring reviews from the last chapter. Real life has been hard and I've been in a rush to get this chapter done by today. Your reviews mean so much to me! I read each one over and over! And I promise to usually respond.

The song that I listened to so many times while writing this chapter (and the boys listen to it too - you'll see) is Let's Make a Night to Remember by Bryan Adams.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Twilight. This story contains boy/boy lovin' of all sorts so please do not read if you don't like that sort-of thing. And you must be 18!

Ch.11 – First Valentine's Day Future-take - A Night to Remember

Jpov

Shit. I'm so late. And happy. And nervous.

It's Valentine's Day. Our first Valentine's Day together. Well, together - together. Not just as friends, but really together. Not with me secretly in love with him. Because now I am so very openly in love with him as he is with me. And we'll just forget the hell that was last Valentine's Day; me in a drunken stupor practically writhing in my pain for him.

Not even memories of that dark time can ruin my good mood today. Edward is cooking us dinner. He insisted on a romantic dinner at home, just the two of us. Which is perfect for what I have planned.

I'm supposed to be home by now, but I had one last stop to make to ensure that tonight is perfect. As if it could be anything less than perfect with Edward in my life, truly in my life in every way.

I can smell the delicious Italian spices of Edward's Chicken Cacciatore before I make it through the door of our loft. Damn, my man can cook! But I am met with the unexpected sounds of a woman crying. Rose is crying? Rose is here, and crying? What the hell?

She sits weeping into her manicured hands on the couch with Edward attempting to sooth her, gently rubbing her back. I'm at a loss. I've never seen Rose cry before. Not in the six years she's been my agent, most of that time as my dear friend. With a panicked look on his face, Edward looks up to find me as if to say, Help me out here. I don't know what the fuck to do!

I tread lightly as I approach her to sit on the other side of her crumpled form. I don't know what the fuck to do either!

"Rose, honey… what's the matter, sweetie?" My words cause her to look up from her hands, her gorgeous face a slobbering mess. And a new wave of wailing begins when she sees the single red rose wrapped up all pretty with Baby's Breath that I'd even forgotten I'm holding. I hand it to Edward with an apologetic look on my face as Rose practically crawls into my embrace, continuing to sob. Edward sneaks in an adorable sniff of his flower, of which he is quite obviously thrilled by, as I hold Rose and attempt to comfort her, still not sure what is causing her such distress. This is so not how I'd imagined my return playing out, but I squelch my selfish misgivings to tend to my friend.

I can finally make out the strangled words she manages between sobs as "Emmett" and "It's over". Fuck. They are almost as inseparable as Edward and I. No wonder she's such a mess. But wait… what did the big oaf do to cause her such pain, to hurt her like this? Shit. Some heads are gonna fucking roll, probably mine if I attempt to kick Em's ass. But I will do just that if he's done anything – anything out of line where Rose is concerned.

Suddenly she sits up, wipes the tears from her face, her normal calm and calculated expression replacing the pained one. In words far too controlled and emotionless, she simply states, "I think I just broke up with Emmett. Yes… I did, didn't I? I dumped him."

"Okaayee…" I still don't know what else to say and before I can think she's up off the couch and pacing. And poor Edward sits looking at me wide-eyed, shrugging. He and Rose get along just fine but have never been what one might call close. I know my boy is feeling terribly uncomfortable, also as Emmett's friend. So I nod toward the kitchen, silently suggesting he excuse himself. And as with all of our silent conversations, he understands completely.

Tentatively standing, clutching his single rose to his chest, he mumbles, "Um… I'm just going to go check on dinner and give you two a chance to talk." But before turning for the kitchen he walks over to Rose, in front of her actually, so that she has no choice but to stop her pacing and look at him. "Rosalie… whatever this is about, I'm sure it will be okay. I'm sure you two can work it out. You belong together, and I personally know that some people are worth fighting for." He glances over to me and then leaves us both gaping after him.

Rose seems to contemplate his words before turning to me. "He forgot Valentine's Day, Jas… made plans with some friends and left me sitting without a second thought. And after the catastrophe that was our anniversary and not a word on my birthday, I just lost it. I marched into the bar and poured his beer over his head and told him that I never want to see him again. Do you think I overreacted?"

Maybe just a little? "Rose, I don't know. But I do know that you treat him like a King. And you deserve to be treated as well as you treat him. You deserve the best and if he's taking you for granted…"

"That's just it… he loves me. I know that he does. He just doesn't say it often, or do special things like I do for him. And then he pulls shit like this. He's so completely clueless and I'm tired of having to point out the obvious to him. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with someone who I constantly have to point out the obvious to. Do you know what I mean?"

Before I can tell her that I agree with her one hundred percent, we are interrupted by a loud pounding at the door and a very distraught, muffled voice that can only belong to a very agitated Emmett. Yes, we have a doorbell. And of course Em would resort to beating the door down before simply pushing a little button.

Everything next happens in a blur around me as Rose runs for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, and Edward races toward the front door to let Em in. But Rose has peeked her head out from the bathroom, yelling, "Tell him I'm not here and that if I were I would not want to see him," before slamming the door, again.

I rush over to help Edward contain the tornado that surely will be Emmett.

But I'm too late as a very disheveled Em, wet Em, reeking of beer Em, barrels through the door as soon as Edward has so much as turned the knob. Poor Edward gets knocked into the wall, not hard enough to cause injury I don't think, but he appears slightly dazed. So I run to my boy to make sure he's okay. He just smiles at me as he takes my hand, managing to melt my heart even amidst such chaos.

I pull him with me to find Emmett and sort this out. Together we can help our friends make this right. I just know they belong together as Edward and I do. And I need to get my boy alone to ask him what I need to ask and to do the things that I so badly need to do. I need to feel him near me, with me, under me, to reassure the uneasiness that is spreading like wild fire in my gut due to this terrible scene between our friends. Our very madly in love friends. What the fuck is happening? I don't know what I'd do if it were Edward and myself fighting like this. Possibly breaking up. These two dear souls that I know to love each other so much. Yet they are about to lose each other forever if they haven't already. I think I'm going to be sick.

We find Emmett leaning up against the bathroom door, forehead to the wood, pleading with Rose to come out or to let him come in. Something. Anything. "Okay, baby… I'm not leaving until you come out and we talk this through. I love you, Rosalie. I'm not quitting us… I'm not." He joins us in the living room, crumpling into the overstuffed leather chair that sits adjacent to the couch. He looks completely defeated as he holds his head in his hands. "I really fucked up this time, guys. I forgot that it's Valentine's Day and I'd promised to make it special, to make things up to her. Why do I fuck everything up?"

Edward walks over to him, trying to reassure him. "Emmett, you don't fuck everything up. You're a good guy. She's just really upset, but she'll calm down." I can see that this scene is upsetting him, too. He loves Em like a brother and I'm sure it pains him to see Em in pain.

"No, Edward. This is all my fault. I keep fucking things up with her and I think it's because… yes, it is because I'm scared. I'm scared shitless by how much I love her. This is it. She is it. I have to get her to forgive me and then somehow convince her to marry my sorry ass. I'm nothing without her."

Just then we hear a sharp intake of breath coming from the direction of the bathroom. Rose is standing in the open door, hand covering her mouth, tears running down her cheeks again. But the sparkle is back in her eyes and as she moves her hand from her face, her graceful smile lights up the room.

"Oh, Em…" she calls to him, holding out her arms.

"Rosie…" he answers, running to her and scooping her up. She wraps her legs around his waist as they kiss. And kiss. And kiss.

The kissing continues and becomes practically obscene. I'm beginning to feel as if we're imposing in our own home as Edward takes me into his arms, whispering to me, suggesting we leave our Valentine's dinner to Rose and Em, for us to leave our place to them for a bit to ensure their reconciliation continues. God, I love my thoughtful boy. He's perfect. He's mine.

He says he needs something from upstairs and runs to get it, so I check on the food. My breath hitches in my throat when I see the dinner he has prepared for us all set out and perfect on the table. And even though it is no longer our dinner, it's the thought that counts. He makes everything perfect. He is perfect.

He finds me with a smile on my face and he knows. I know he knows how much our almost-dinner means to me. Hand in hand we head toward the door, my free hand feeling in my pocket to ensure my treasure is safe and sound. We tell Rose and Em to enjoy the dinner as a Valentine's Day and work-your-shit-out present from us. They of course attempt to refuse, but we insist, and before we can make it out of the loft their kissing resumes.

Once outside, I pull Edward to me and nuzzle into his glorious neck. I'm feeling shaken and need him close. "Well… kind-of-strange turn of events. Sorry about your dinner, baby."

He holds me in his arms, wrapping his long coat around us both, even though I'm still wearing my leather jacket, never having had a chance to take if off. "It doesn't matter, love. I've got you. That's all that matters… you're all that I ever need." He kisses me soft and tender, but once his tongue finds mine the lust induced haze begins to consume us as it always does. The not so subtle clearing of a passerby's throat brings us back to reality, the unfortunate reality that we are currently standing in the street, on Valentine's Day no less, and I can't take my boy to bed immediately as I so badly need to. We pull our mouths apart breathlessly, foreheads together, smiling our knowing smiles that are only for each other. Only ever each other.

"How about we go back to where it all began. Where you found me and then where I finally found you - only it took me a while to catch up…" Frowning, he looks down, ashamed again. I don't think he'll ever forgive himself for making me wait. Oh, baby…

"Hey, look at me, baby. You were so worth the wait. I'd do it all over again. A thousand times if it brought me to this. If it brought me you."

His frown becomes his smile, his for-only-me smile. And suddenly dinner doesn't seem necessary. I'm hungry for so much more. But he insists that we eat, so we walk to the bar - our bar. We end up here so often, in our corner. Same food. Same place. But our corner is special to us both. And it is the perfect place to spend Valentine's Day. It is the perfect place to ask him. But I'm nervous. As my hand repeatedly finds my pocket, caressing the small velvet box nestled there, I just can't form the words that need to be said. What if it is too soon? What if he's not ready?

He too seems to have something on his mind, his eyes constantly finding mine with their sparkle of wonderful things to come. We eat in comfortable silence, hands clasped between us most of the time, and before I know it we're walking home and I've missed my chance.

Neither one of us expects our friends to still be there. I can't wait to start a fire, maybe slow dance with my boy, working up the nerve to get down on one knee, hopefully securing his hand before making slow love to him all night.

And I need him to make love to me, regardless of what his answer is. I'm still the usual top and my boy my needy bottom, but it's so nice to finally experience and enjoy the type of lovemaking I'll only ever experience with Edward. Lovemaking during which I give up the control I usually insist on maintaining, trusting him with total ownership, total possession of my body. And damn, can he possess me so well. Fuck, my dick hardens just at the thought.

But on returning, we are met with noises never meant for human ears when we open the door and attempt to walk inside. Almost as quickly as Edward has begun to hold the door open for me, he pulls it shut and we both break out in laughter, like teenagers that have just walked in on our parents or something. It is quite obvious that Rose and Em have not yet vacated the premises, but more importantly it is obvious that the kissing continued and became much more, which would mean their reconciliation is thus far successful. I can't even feel put out.

"Now what?" Edward stares at me with his undress me eyes. Fuck.

"Hotel. Now." I growl as I pull him along behind me.

Forty five minutes later we're checked into a room at the Grand Hyatt. By some grace of god they had vacancies on Valentine's Day, probably due to it being during the week, but still, I'm surprised.

My make slow love to Edward playlist is playing and he is swaying in my arms. More often than not we end up listening to my fuck Edward hard playlist, but not tonight. I love slow dancing with him; he moves so gracefully, kissing my neck as we grasp each other's hips. Still so sexy but nothing like how I know he can move. I've learned the fuck hotness that is Edward at a gay club. He'd been so nervous the first time we went, but his nerves subsided quickly as he caught on, overcome by the seductive atmosphere, gyrating in my arms, his leg between mine as he'd faced me or his back to me with his ass grinding my so fucking hard cock. He became overwhelmed there, dry fucking me to the point of coming in his pants on the dance floor. One of our hottest experiences yet.

But now we simply embrace, barely swaying to Bryan Adams. And I think this might be the perfect time. If only I could find the words to express my hopes and dreams for us.

He knows. We both know. We share such dreams and I know he wants me as I want him. I can't wait to start this next chapter of our lives, for it to be official. For us to be official. But we've only been dating for six and a half months. He might want to take more time. He's come so far, come out to so many, so suddenly, in such a short amount of time. Is he ready to call me fiancé? Is he ready to call me husband? I'm not sure, but I guess I'm going to find out.

I'm seriously thinking about dropping to one knee, when I become aware of how Edward's demeanor has changed while I was lost in thought. He is holding me closer, hands gently squeezing my ass. I sense that he wants to do everything but talk, his cock so hard against mine that is quickly catching on. His breath on my body makes me warm inside. Kissing up my jaw, he licks my lips before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. The lyrics call to us to give in to the chemistry that constantly surrounds us, always threatening to consume us.

Cause I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body and I never want to let your body go.

Let's make a night to remember,

from January to December.

Let's make love, to excite us;

a memory, to ignite us.

Let's make honey, baby; soft and tender.

Let's make sugar, darlin'; sweet surrender.

Let's make a night to remember,

all life long.

"Make love to me, Jasper. Please…" he pants against me, trying to pull me inside himself. The only way we could be any closer is if I were inside him. If that's what my boy needs right now, that's what I'm going to give him.

I take him to bed, take his clothes off, and take his straining cock into my mouth. He clutches my head, gently tugging my hair between his fingers as I take him all the way in. He's already so close as I suck on him, up and down, tongue caressing his so soft flesh, rock hard underneath. I pull away just enough to release him. I don't want him to come yet, not until he is buried balls deep in my ass. Not until he can pump me full of the evidence of his climax.

"Okay baby, you must listen to me now…" He whimpers as I crawl on top of him, rubbing my erection against his deliciously. Fuck, my boy is so sexy when he whimpers.

"I'm going to make love to you, but I don't want you to cum. Can you hold on for me, baby?"

"Yes, love. I'll try, but why? You know how good you make me feel when you fill me…" He looks pained at of my request. But I know he'll understand.

"Because baby, after I cum inside you, I want… I need you to fill me and cum inside me. Can you do this for me?"

"Fuck, yes… switch? Oh, shit. Yes, Jas. I'll try…"

We both fumble for our discarded jeans, for the travel packets of lube we both now know to keep in our wallets. We've discovered that we never know when we'll need them. When we'll need each other.

With both of our fingers slicked, he prepares me as I prepare him, our fingers working in rhythm inside of each other. This is so hot, I could do this all night, but Edward's moans are escalating and I feel his pre-cum all over me. We need to get started if I want him to last with me inside of him, so that he can then be inside me.

Kissing him, caressing him everywhere I can reach, I enter him slowly, tenderly. His moans speak of pleasure and need. I immediately start gently thrusting, one elbow supporting me above him as my free hand grips his ass, pulling him impossibly closer with each push inside. His body is so perfectly tight and hot around me, his mouth so wet and soft within mine. I don't take my mouth from his for one second as our rhythm picks up, his legs so open and wrapped around my waist as he arches his back and meets my body as we unite. My face is lovingly cupped in his gentle hands as he murmurs into my mouth, begging me to cum. His pleas ignite my climax; it rips through me as I am helpless to the spasms that wrack my body while I pulse inside him, so deep, so much. Finally I am spent, but my need to have him inside me burns on.

I pull my sated cock from within his heated embrace, now so slick with my release. Grabbing one of the packets of lube, I smear its remains all over my boy's engorged cock. He is so hard with the need to cum, twitching in my hand, leaking between us. I know he won't last long inside me, but I'll take whatever he has to give.

"I'm gonna ride you, baby… hold on for me a long as you can… then let go inside me…"

"Oh, fuck Jasper. Yes, please… want your ass so badly…"

I position him at my entrance, kneeling above him. As I lower my body onto his, around his cock, we both moan in unison, long and deep. The burn is so strong, but so good. Because he is inside me. Edward is inside me, making love to me, and I love how he fills me. He takes over, holds me still as he thrusts up into me, hitting my prostate, causing my dick to begin to fill again already. But I will not get the chance to cum again just yet, for I know he is so incredibly close. The telltale signs of his orgasm are written all over his flushed face, his brow furrowed, lips pursed; and in the tightening squeeze of his hands on my hips as he drives into me over and over and over. I relish such moments when I cum first and can then enjoy every beautiful detail of him as he climaxes. It's absolutely breathtaking. He is breathtaking as he falls apart beneath me. With one last hard thrust, I feel him pulsing inside me and it's so fucking good. I swallow his moans as I kiss his open mouth, lapping them up, eyes open to his pinched closed. But soon his quivering subsides and I am met with his gorgeous green again, as he tells me of how much the gift of my body means to him.

Minutes later, it is almost painful to pull myself from his embrace to retrieve a washcloth and towel to clean us up. He lays relaxed and watching, eyes and heart open as I wipe away the remnants of our lovemaking. This is our precious time, after we make love, when words evade us both because there is just too much to say, no way to describe the feelings that buzz between us. Finally he says the simple words that I am always thinking.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Edward."

He sits up, places his feet on the floor, legs on either side of me. He holds me so right in his arms, murmuring into my hair, "Happy Valentine's Day, love. Thank you for being my valentine."

"Thank you for being mine," I answer as I sink to the floor between his legs, kneeling there. My jeans just in reach, I grab them and carefully take the little box from inside the pocket. When I look up to meet Edward's gaze, the wonder and love in his eyes are overwhelming, yet I continue. I open the box with trembling hands and hold it up to his imploring eyes.

"Will you be my valentine every day, Edward? For as long as we both shall live?"

His answer is in his strong arms as he pulls me into them. It's in his fevered lips as they capture mine. In the warm tears that trickle down his cheek, mine quickly joining his as we cling to one another.

"Is that a yes, baby? I hope?" I have to ask, even though I know as I always do where he's concerned.

"Yes, Jasper. Yes… yes!" His face is brilliant with a smile that lights up the room. But then he is laughing and leaving me to retrieve his coat, taking something from its pocket. An identical blue box to the one still in my hand? He kneels on the floor beside me, taking my hands in one of his as the other holds his box in front of me. Its contents take my breath away. Two rings almost matching the pair I've just presented to him stare back at me, only in silver instead of my gold.

"Will you be mine, too? For as long as we both shall live?"

"Oh, Edward… yes! Hell, yes!"

And then we are kissing and laughing, so amazed that we bought the same rings on the same day.

"Let's keep both, wear them both side by side," he suggests.

"Yes, it's perfect," I happily agree. "Each of us represented together, like we'll always be."

We try them on each other's hands. And it hits me, really hits me. He said yes. He is my fiancé, soon to be my husband. And he asked me, too.

Edward reaches for his phone, and proceeds to scroll to his mom's cell number.

I grab it before he can press send. "What are you doing, baby?"

"I'm calling mom… she said you'd ask me before I got up the nerve to ask you. I can't wait to tell them. They'll be so excited to officially have you as their son."

"I want to tell them, too. Soon. Tomorrow. But it's almost eleven, baby. And I want to make love to my fiancé until dawn, starting right the fuck now."

"Mmmnnnnn… when you put it that way…" He pulls me with him back to bed, to the first of many first nights of the rest of our lives. Together.

Updated AN since I've directed readers to read this after Ch.16. Next up, the epi – their wedding. And then it's goodbye.