A/N: I honestly thought I would be typing something longer, but my mind won't let me. So here's a short-short update for this piece. Enjoy.
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Samantha walked into her townhouse and was surprised to see David sitting on her couch, petting her new cat. She closed the door behind her and moved farther into the room, looking at him.
"I see you found him," she commented, dropping her purse on a table. "Usually he hides."
David smirked. "Maybe I have the right touch."
"I know all about your touch," Samantha said, sitting next to him. She reached out and scratched her cat behind the ears. "So, what brings you here tonight? Unannounced?"
A look of hurt crossed David's face for a moment. "Unannounced? When did I ever have to announce my coming over, Samantha?" He shifted on the couch. "I thought I could come to you whenever I pleased."
"Well, you can, but a head's up would be nice." Samantha sniffed the collar of her shirt. "I still have my work clothes on and I smell like too many different icky soaps." She glanced at him. "I hope it's not bothering your nose too much, David."
David leaned over her, knocking the cat aside. "You could never bother my nose." He took a slow breath. "Bother other parts of me, sure." A smirk touched his lips. "Care to move upstairs?"
Samantha put her hand on his chest and pushed him back. "Not really right now."
The leader of the Lost Boys let out a little growl that spooked the cat further and the cat ran upstairs. "See? Even the cat has the right idea."
"The cat is going to hide under my bed," Samantha pointed out. "Your goal is to break my bed."
"I can always buy you a new one. Fill that room up with a decent king sized bed instead of the puny full sized one you've got."
"Hey, I worked hard for that bed. In a place that I really didn't want to work. So fuck you."
"Please?"
Samantha rose to her feet again and walked away, heading into the kitchen. "Can I interest you in something to…The fuck?"
On the counter in her kitchen sat sunflowers and chocolates and Bailey's of different flavors. She moved closer with hesitation and picked up the chocolates, seeing the heart shaped pattern on them. Her eyes widened, then watered as she remembered that today was Valentine's Day. Her first official Valentine's Day spent with David as a couple. Samantha's hands trembled as she looked at the array of things on her counter.
David placed his arms around her and held her close. "What's wrong, Samantha?"
"I just," she swallowed. "I've never been given anything on Valentine's Day before. And suddenly…I have all of this before me."
"Not all of it is from me, mind you. Some of the Bailey's came from the Boys. They thought it'd be a nice addition to your coffee."
Samantha closed her eyes and sniffled. "That was thoughtful of them…and you."
"You've really never been given anything for Valentine's Day? Not a single thing?"
"Not since they stopped telling my classmates to give out Valentine's cards to everyone. I mean, my dad gave me and my sisters chocolate sometimes on Valentine's Day, but he tended to pay more attention to mom." Samantha turned her head and looked at him with one eye. "David, I didn't exactly date much when I was younger and those that I did date never lasted until Valentine's Day."
David held her closer. "Well, you've got me now and that's not going to change for the rest of time."
Samantha looked back at the objects on her counter and said nothing. She kept envisioning David getting bored of her and leaving. She wasn't that much fun anyway, always scared of her own shadow and the biting words of other people. A person could look at her funny on the street and she'd be mortified for hours. A simple harsh tone could render her to tears. She didn't understand it, but she knew it was part of the cycle of abuse that she had endured for twenty-seven years of her life before moving.
"Samantha…"
The girl shook her head. "You won't be here forever."
"Like hell I won't." David turned her around and looked down into her eyes. "I'm fucking dead already, but you don't see me scared. I won't just leave you on your own. None of the Boys will let me and the Boys won't leave you either. Get it through your head, Samantha."
Samantha stared up at him. "David, how can I when I'm circling back to the pain of last year? Right before I moved. It's like it's creeping up on me all over again. I don't like it."
David traced his finger over the curve of her cheek and to her lips. "Do you feel that?"
"Your finger tracing over my face? Yeah."
"It's a reminder that you're not back to that dark place anymore. You're here. You're safe. You have the protection of the things that go bump in the night. Hell, even Freddy Krueger doesn't haunt your dreams anymore."
Samantha sighed. "I miss him. He was fun during my teenage years."
David rolled his eyes. "Of course, you would think that."
Samantha pushed at him. "At least, I don't ogle at Elvira and people like her."
"No, you look at Jason Mamoa and Hugh Jackman when you've got me right in front of you."
The girl pointed a finger into his chin. "Don't go there."
David nipped at her finger and sucked it into his mouth. Samantha held his gaze for a moment before pulling her finger out and pulling his face down to her level. She kissed him softly and felt him respond hungrily.
Upstairs…
It was a command, not a question. David growled and picked her up, turning for the hall. He carried her upstairs and placed her on the bed, kissing her senseless as he braced himself over her.
"I'm so going to break this bed," David told her between kisses.
"No, you will not," Samantha answered in kind. She smiled when he parted from her for just a moment. "Happy Valentine's Day, asshole."
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A/N: Much love and salutations. I hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day. Thanks again, bye. -Scarlet