Author's Note - Hi! I wrote this as an entry for a 3 Valentine's Day 3 contest on another site. This entry isn't 'canon' in the sense that it doesn't continue the plot and doesn't have a real place in the timeline, but for all intents and purposes it's real. Make sense? Or not? Doesn't matter. In the words of the theme song for MST3K, just repeat to yourself it's just a fanfic, I should really just relax. It's smut, that's the category I entered it in. If that's your thing, enjoy. Next week I will be back with our regularly scheduled programming.

After over a year in Rapture Lupe had become used to the peculiarities around the city. One of these was the fact that it was always colder around the bathysphere stations as they were open to the frigid waters of the North Atlantic Ocean. It was why she always wore her coat when running errands. It's February, of course it's cold, she sarcastically thought, as if living at the bottom of the sea made any sort of difference in the weather.

February hadn't always been winter for Lupe though. When she was a young girl in Buenos Aries it was late summer and even in sunny California, where her family had immigrated to when she was eight it had been mild. It was only during her time in New York City as a failed artist that she had known true winter. She had liked it well enough as a novelty. I'd give everything I own to see snow again. Not that she owned very much. Lupe's dreams of making it big had evaporated into nothing and all she owned fit into the tiny closet in her quarters – the maid's quarters – of a much more successful citizen of Rapture.

Her employer – well, her employer's wife – had sent her out with a long list of errands to run. She had a satchel full of resoled soles, cleaned stoles, and a necklace with a missing garnet replaced sitting next to her on the bench as she waited her turn. The bathyspheres were more expensive than the Atlantic Express train, but it was a much more direct route, and now that she had a reliable, if not modest, source of income she was okay with splurging a bit for the convenience.

Lupe wasn't as fashionably dressed as the rest of the passengers. She wore her light grey maid's uniform which reached down to her calves and past her elbows. Sometimes she feared it made her look like an old woman, which wasn't fair. She was only twenty-three years old, buxom and lively, with silky and long dark brown hair, golden tan skin even in this tomb removed so far from the surface, and sparkling dark brown eyes.

There was a rush for the bathyspheres and it took Lupe a few moments to realize that it was because it was Valentine's Day. Ah, rushing to their lovers. Lupe had a lover herself too. He was her employer, Mr. Stone, which was why his wife hated her so much. It was no secret within the Stone household that Lupe and Mr. Stone were hot and heavy with each other. But Lupe didn't lose any sleep over her affair with a married man. Their marriage had been dead and buried with the rest of them.

Lupe snuggly pulled her old coat around her. She wasn't going to be alone tonight. Mrs. Stone would be, but not her. She should have been kinder to Richard after the war. Richard had been just of age when he volunteered to fight in World War 2 and had nearly died from an encounter with a German machine gunner. Although he survived, Richard had walked with a cane for the past seven years and had been severely limited in his motion by severe pain. His disability had turned his wife against him and she had thrown him from her bed.

However, life in Rapture did have its benefits, and an amazing surgery had not only cured him of his limp but restored the flesh as well. Dorothy wanted him back, but Richard no longer had the patience for her. Lupe had started her affair with Richard before his surgery as his disability hadn't made a shred of difference to her. He was her savior, her knight in a pin-striped suit, and he was handsome and kind to boot.

Her heart caught in her throat. Like a dream, or a Valentine's Day miracle, there he was. Richard, her lover – and, if she was being honest, the love of her life. He was the opposite of her physically – light blond hair, eyes as blue as the sky she never saw anymore, and pale skin befitting their watery home. Richard was not a hulking nor intimidating man, but ever since his surgery and subsequent return to the healthy body of a twenty-five-year-old man he carried himself with a confidence that had not been present before.

He didn't see her yet. Today he was dressed in a dark grey suit with a white shirt and a pale green tie. There was a dusting of dark stubbled on his face as he hadn't shaved that morning, she wistfully recalled, as they had been vigorously screwing up until the last possible moment before he needed to leave for work. They joyously took pleasure in each other's bodies – Richard had been denied affection for so long that he gorged himself on Lupe's eager body, and although Lupe had been no strangers to other lovers, Richard's enthusiasm and extraordinary sexual tastes had made her virtually addicted to him.

Despite his privileged upbringing and high social class, Richard was a real dirty bird. However, he was just discovering this himself and Lupe discovered that she liked being at the whims of a dirty bird. Their shared sexual exploration turned up new things every day. For example, Richard learned that he very much liked fellatio in the shower and Lupe discovered that the knowledge that Richard's seed was slowly leaking out of her snatch while she ran errands that day was powerfully arousing. So much so that she nearly pleasured herself in a bathroom at the fur emporium, but she resisted. Richard has expressly told her not to unless he was present. They had also both discovered he liked to tell her what to do and she liked to obey.

Richard spotted her on the bench and hastened to her, a spring in his step that wasn't here before. "Ah, Lupe, what a nice surprise to see you here," he cordially greeted her. "Are you heading home?" He was carrying a bag as well.

She nodded and gestured at the shopping bag. "If you had mentioned to me this morning that you needed to do some shopping I would be more than happy to accommodate you."

He gave a secret smile at the memory of her 'accommodation' while bent over the marble sink that morning. "No, it's strictly husband business I am afraid. Dorothy was very explicit that I purchase her chocolate from this particular store."

Lupe eyed the shopping bag. It was a very nice red bag with gold embossed calligraphy so flourished she couldn't read the name of the store. Dorothy was only concerned with appearances, which was why she tolerated her and Richard's affair as long as no one found out about it. Her friends would come over and see the bag very carefully staged insight in the sitting room and that would be enough for Dorothy to keep living apparently. Richard had been pressing his wife for a divorce for ages, but she refused on the sole basis of the face she would lose in her social circle. All three of them were trapped in a holding pattern with seemingly no way out.

"I'm sure she will love it, any woman would," Lupe politely responded.

Richard sat down next to her and set the bag on his lap. Their courteous and aloof little public conversations felt like a strange performance considering the extreme intimacy of their private moments. And more than she wanted his cock, which was quite badly, she also desired a public relationship with him.

As if he read her thoughts, he brushed his hand against hers and let it linger for a moment. "What about you? Have you got any plans tonight?"

Lupe savored the touch of his hand against hers. "No, Mr. Stone, it'll be an early night for me. I'm looking forward to getting some rest." Last night she had fallen asleep curled up next to him in his spacious bed, just as she had the night before and the night before that.

The bell chimed and Lupe saw that the number on her ticket had come upon the flipboard. "That's me. Would you like to come with me in the bathysphere?"

"Yes, how fortunate you've allowed me to jump the line," he answered as they stood up together.

The walk to the bathysphere was brief. Lupe discretely checked to see if anyone was looking at them if anyone could sense the raw animal lust emanating from her body. Can they smell his seed on me still? Her heart began to beat faster, but no one seemed to pay them any mind.

"Ladies first," Richard insisted as he held the door to the bathysphere open. She stepped it and the submersible wobbled ever so slightly as she took a seat on the plush red seat. Richard climbed in after here, spun the dial on the automatic navigation mechanism to take them to Adranos Place, and then sat down on the opposite side of the bathysphere. The door shut automatically and once the bathysphere dropped Lupe jumped from her seat and leapt onto Richard.

His arms quickly encircled her and he met her kiss. "We have nine minutes," he whispered into her and put his hand up her skirt.

"That's enough time for me," she replied and wiggled her hips at his very welcome touch. "I've been thinking about you all day, Richard. You were so good this morning, I've been trying to keep your seed in me while I walk around so I have something to remember you by, but it all came out down my legs. I need you to fill me back up."

"Mmm," he growled and tenderly bit at her lip when she went back for another kiss. Hearing how much she wanted him fueled his fire almost as much as sucking on his cock did. And he was just so crazy about getting his cock sucked. It was very cute.

His fingers went inside her underwear and tentatively poked at her soft inner lips. "Eight minutes now, darling, I don't think you possibly could finish on my fingers on the public bathysphere in that timeframe," he taunted her, moving his curious finger in and out which each word.

Lupe mewled and put her hand on the side of his face. "I've been halfway there all day, sweetest."

Richard thrust his finger into her soaking wet snatch without warning. "You're not lying." He pulled his hand out from under her skirt. "Sit next to me," he ordered her.

Lupe reluctantly climbed off him and sat on the plush bench-style seat next to him. "Aren't you going to finish me off?"

He shrugged and checked his watch. "I do believe you could do it in seven minutes. Six even. But I will make you a wager, hm? If you can have your pleasure in under four minutes I will buy you a diamond necklace."

Lupe gave an amused little laugh. He likes his games. Richard liked to invent playful wagers and frivolous wagers. "What would I do with a diamond necklace? Your wife would figure out where I got it and either steal it from me or strangle me with it."

Richard frowned at this and sighed. "Someday darling, I swear, we'll be together, and not like this, for real, in our own home. Then you can wear it. Someday soon."

Oh no, I've punctured his rock-hard balloon. She hadn't meant to, but it was the first thing that came to her mind. "And if I lose the wager?"

"Let me think," he mused while keeping his eye on his watch. Seconds ticked by while he considered it. He liked to keep her waiting.

"Hurry up," Lupe pressed him. "We'll be there before you know it!" The very real lust that was burning up her blood put some urgency in her voice.

Richard put his arm around her shoulder. "Don't rush me." He snaked his hand down to her breast and gave it a rough squeeze. "Alright, how about this? If you pleasure yourself while sitting on my lap and manage to finish in four minutes I will buy you a sweet little heart-shaped diamond necklace that you can wear under your blouse, at least for now. And if you don't I shall tie your hands to the posts on my bed and leave you there while I take Dorothy out for dinner tonight. It's going to be a long time too, it's a very fancy place."

Lupe considered his proposal. If I do it myself as opposed to him it will be much easier, I don't know if I could do it in four minutes though. But the idea of getting tied up on his bed for hours was intriguing. It made her metaphorical and literal juices start to flow. A vision of him carefully and lovingly looping a rope around her wrists came to her and she let a whisper of a moan.

I'll take a dive, she decided. What am I going to do with a diamond necklace anyway? I'd rather have a bracelet of rope. "I accept the conditions," Lupe said rather formally and climbed onto his lap.

Richard looked at his watch. "We have five minutes, so you best get cracking, my darling." He forcefully turned her around so her back was facing him and he oh-so-helpfully pulled her thighs apart for her. She felt his lips on her neck and she reached downwards-

The bathysphere came to a shuddering halt and Lupe gasped as she tumbled forwards. She would have gone careening to the floor had Richard not been holding onto her. Lupe very quickly regained her balance and Richard dropped her legs and grabbed her by the waist.

"What on Earth was that? Did we hit something?" Lupe asked, now more discombobulated than horny.

"I don't think so, I think it stopped off by itself." These particular bathyspheres were on a track and ran automatically. "At least it didn't feel like we hit something."

"Are we safe in here?" Lupe fretted openly. Living in Rapture never truly felt safe, but this little bathysphere was even more vulnerable than the solid structures of the city.

Richard gently pushed her off his lap and stood up. He was an engineer, and while submersibles were not his field of expertise he knew enough to make an on-the-spot assessment. He stood on the bench and inspected the bulkhead the best he could. "I didn't hear anything from outside, did you?"

"No, it just stopped." Lupe watched him check the visible rivets and welding. "I wasn't paying that close attention though, my mind was elsewhere."

"Me neither. Awful timing." Richard grabbed a hold of a pipe and gave it a yank. "Everything seems fine-"

The staticky buzz of the emergency radio turning on gave them both a start. "You folks down there are going to have to hold tight for a while, we've got a problem with a switching station. Expect at least an hour." The voice was muddy and hurried, obviously as irritated with the situation as the passengers were.

Well, most of the passengers. Lupe and Richard would find ways to pass the time.

"Bet's off." Richard sat down. "Takes the sportsmanship element out of it if there's no rush."

Lupe sat down next to him. "Ah, but I wanted you to tie me up. I was going to lose on purpose."

"You'd pick that over jewelry? You're a real bang-up gal." He put his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. "I wish it was you I was taking out tonight. Next year, scouts honor. I should have enough cash by the end of this fiscal year to buy that divorce if she won't give it to me." The divorce laws in Rapture were unclear at best but Richard had found a path that promised freedom. In Rapture enough money could procure anything.

Lupe laid her head against his shoulder. I suppose every mistress believes it when the husband says he's going to get a divorce. But I believe it. "How shall we pass the time?"

Richard picked the bag of chocolates up from the floor. "If we don't eat we may very well starve to death."

Lupe was feeling a bit peckish and had been planning on having an early dinner that evening once the Stones had left. "Won't Dorothy be angry though?"

Richard shrugged and took the box out of the bag. It was equally classy and as equally indescribable as the bag. "Dorothy can kick rocks. All she wants is the bag and the box anyway."

"What sort did you get?"

Richard opened the box. "I said that I needed chocolates for my wife and this is what they gave me." He selected one of the chocolates at random, a round one with a decorative swirl on top. "Shall we share each one?" Richard asked while holding it between his willowy fingers.

Lupe eagerly nodded. Chocolates were a decadent luxury in Rapture, which so often suffered from shortages of nearly everything but fish and salt. She hadn't had any since coming to the city.

"Unzip your dress," Richard imperiously ordered her.

At the resumption of their game Lupe forgot all about the sense of impending doom that blanketed Rapture. She immediately obeyed him and unzipped her dress.

"Pull it down to your waist."

She pulled it down at his command, exposing the cotton slip she wore under it. Richard pulled the slip up and over her head, leaving her white satin brassiere the only thing between him and her rapidly stiffening nipples. "May I have some chocolate now, Mr. Stone?"

He smiled shyly. She called him Mr. Stone in public, Richard in private, and Mr. Stone in extreme private. "Yes, of course," he answered. "Put your arms behind your back and keep them there first though."

Lupe did so and now her breasts jutted out towards him. Richard had very good instincts in their game and she happily followed his lead. Whatever he had planned promised to be arousing.

"Only half," he instructed her as he held the chocolate to her lips.

Lupe bit off her share. It tasted divine. She held the candy in her mouth, letting its flavor dissolve on her tongue, and stared right into Richard's eyes, promising him the same later.

"What's the filling?"

She swallowed the candy before speaking. He likes eye contact when I swallow. "Raspberry," she answered coyly. "Second best-tasting thing I've had in my mouth today."

Richard put his half in his mouth. "It's very good, I can see why they have the audacity to charge what they do."

"May I have another one please?" Sexy game aside, she really would like another.

"Not yet," he teased her. "First take off your brasserie, then put your hands back behind your back."

Lupe struggled with the hooks on her brasserie under his intense gaze, keen to have another chocolate as well as see the next stage of his plan. She managed to unhook it and made a move to drop the white satin lingerie on the floor, but Richard plucked it from her hands.

"It's not that I don't trust you to keep your hands behind your back," Richard began to explain in a voice so calm it was doubtlessly crafted to hide his enthusiasm. "But you're new to this-"

"So are you," Lupe rakishly pointed out.

"Oh, I love it when you give me backtalk because it gives me an excuse to do this," he happily said and gave her right breast a sharp slap.

Lupe moaned in fervor. She knew it made no sense and that she'd never heard of such a thing before, but the (admittedly minor) pain of Richard smacking her breasts of bottom was sexually exhilarating. It hurt in a good way, like pushing on bruise in just the right way or stretching out a cramped shoulder muscle. Only better because she knew she'd soon get screwed as well.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" Richard whispered in her ear, all trace of his cool and calm Mr. Stone voice gone.

Lupe shook her head. She could handle a lot more than he was willing to dish out, but she didn't want to push him beyond his boundaries.

Richard crouched behind her and tied her hands behind her back with her brasserie. Lupe stared ahead at the bulkhead, thinking about all the people who'd use this bathysphere and all the people who would use it afterward. They'll never know, it'll be our dirty secret. Let's make it a secret worth keeping.

Richard stood up. For someone who had done very little physical labor he was breathing very quickly. He sat back down next to her and selected another chocolate. "You may have another one now," he haughtily allowed.

This one was oblong and stripped with dark chocolate drizzle. Richard held it to her mouth and she bit half of it off. He pulled the other half away, revealing a healthy flow of thick gooey caramel. Lupe licked her lips. It was even better than the raspberry one.

Richard did not put his half in his mouth, however. He eyed the leaking sweet goo, and, deciding that it was suitable, slowly pressed it onto Lupe's perfectly pink right nipple. He smushed the rest of the chocolate onto her breast, forcing her to lean backwards and sit at an angle to keep it stuck on her breast.

He did indulge in licking the chocolate off his fingers, however. "Would you like another one?"

"Yes please Mr. Stone," Lupe replied in her most servile tone. The could feel the cool chocolate and caramel already beginning to melt on her hot skin. She was so excited she didn't even note the shape of the chocolate that was thrust into her mouth. Coconut. Lupe greedily grabbed the entire thing with her lips and scarfed it down.

"Oh, you're supposed to share," Richard told her with mock anger.

"And what are you going to do about it? Spank me for being naughty?" I certainly hope so!

But Richard maddeningly made no motion to do so. Instead, he turned his attention back to the box. "What's your favorite type of chocolate?"

"Um," Lupe stammered, caught off-guard. "I like chocolate-covered cherries the best."

"Good, those ones are easy to pick out." He chose an unmistakable chocolate-covered cherry and held it between his thumb and forefinger in an almost clinical manner. "Say you're sorry." He tantalizingly moved the candy to within inches of her mouth.

"I'm sorry." Lupe made a play for the chocolate-covered cherry but he pulled it back.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stone," he corrected her and moved the candy back to her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stone," she theatrically emphasized. Her kitty was pulsating with aching demand. How much longer is he going to drag this out?

"Thank you. But I do not accept your apology." He tossed the chocolate-covered cherry into his mouth and gave her the smuggest look she'd ever seen in her life.

"Hey!" Lupe cried out in true outrage. "You asked me my favorite just so you could eat it?"

"Yes. What do you suppose is your second favorite?"

Lupe didn't answer. She screwed her face up and pouted, but the chocolate and caramel melting on her tit really took the dignity out of the posturing.

"Don't be cross. That's what you get for not sharing." He picked another chocolate at random and ate that one as well. "Pistachio, ugh. I should have given you this one as punishment."

"Too good for pistachio, Mr. Stone? Which one is your favorite then?"

"Caramel." With that, he put the box of chocolates back into the bag and dove at her caramel smeared beast. He bit and pulled at the delicate flesh with more fervor than his calm and collected routine would have suggested. Lupe gasped loudly and had it not have been for the restraints she would have grabbed him by the shoulders.

Richard's hands went to her waist and he held her body rigidly as he took his sweet time sucking at her sugar-saturated nipple. She squirmed and moaned, reveling in his hot mouth nipping at her delicate flesh. This is better than even chocolate-covered cherries. And less fattening to boot.

After minutes – much longer than he really needed to lick all the chocolate off – Richard came up for air. "That one is much better than the pistachio," he dryly commented, but his reddened face betrayed his enthusiasm as well.

There was a smear of caramel at the corner of his mouth. Lupe leaned forward and kissed the caramel away, slowly and passionately. "Can I have a chocolate now?"

"No, but I have got a nice filling for you." Richard stood up. "Turn around and get on your knees," he ordered while unbuckling his belt.

Finally! Lupe rushed to obey. She hurriedly got on her knees. With one hand he grabbed her bound wrists. With his other hand he bunched her skirt up around her waist, making her look particularly obscene, and then he pulled her white satin underpants to her ankles. She was expecting something in the way of foreplay, most likely cunnilingus as Richard had a taste for that and he was getting much better at it, bless his heart. So then Lupe was somewhat surprised when he jammed his entire length into her. She yelped in surprise, only to have Richard pull out.

"Say. You're. Sorry," he breathlessly commanded and tormented her with just the tip poking into her inner lips.

Richard, you dirty, dirty bird. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Stone," Lupe plaintively cried, putting the docile spin on her voice that she knew he was looking. Oh dear, does he want to punish me with his cock or does he want me to beg for it? The latter, most likely, she decided. "I'm sorry I didn't share! Please forgive me and fuck me right now!"

Richard evidently had enough of his game and shoved himself back into her. Lupe positively squealed with delight. He was just the right size – big enough to satisfy but not big enough to cause discomfort. She loudly cried out with pleasure and wondered if there was any way that the maintenance staff could hear them via the radio. The thought of that made her squirm in delight.

Richard pulled on her bound wrists, pulling him back to her. He pumped in and out with increasing frequency, occasionally giving her ripe ass a crisp smack. Lupe had to struggle to keep her balance on the upholstered seat, which was becoming more and more difficult the harder and faster that Richard fucked her.

The gratifying slick and wet friction between her legs were nearly intolerable. He no longer pulled out entirely and was trying to ram himself in as far as he could, reversing a few inches as to get the moment to drive in as deep as he could. Whatever this technique was it was the proper bee's knees.

Lupe never tried to fight it, not the way when men tried to stave off their orgasms. "Oh, goodness, Richard, yes, oh, my yes," she moaned as the sweetly hot pleasure ripped through her body, mind, and soul. "Goodness!"

Richard pushed in as far as he could and stopped thrusting. He held himself there and groaned loudly, forcefully tugging at her hands as he orgasmed as well. He groaned inarticulate half-formed words, then she felt a smattered of kisses on her shoulder. He pulled himself from her slit.

Richard untied the makeshift restraints and pulled her underwear back up. Lupe turned around to see Richard buttoning his pants back up. "Happy Valentine's Day sweetest," she said and then floofed out her skirt the best she could.

Richard beamed at her as she put her brassiere back on. He said nothing and watched her redress, then sat down next to her.

He took the box of chocolates and handed them to her. "Here, eat all the damned things, you deserve them far more than…" he seemed reluctant to say his wife's name now. "You deserve them."

Lupe took a comb from her purse and began to try to make her sex-draggled hair look presentable. "Do I screw that good?"

"Yes, but, well, for, other reasons as well," he shyly said. Richard has told her a while ago that he needed time – time to process what had happened to him over the past seven years since the war. He hadn't told her he loved her yet, but she was more than confident that he did. Which was just as well because she loved him too – she loved him enough to wait for him, when was ready, and then she'd tell him every day for the rest of his life.

Which may not be too long if this bathysphere didn't get moving.

"Oh, just give them to her. We only had what, four? Five? I lost track. Rearrange them in the box and I doubt she'll even notice," Lupe advised, wishing she had a mirror on her.

Richard acquiesced and set the chocolates back in the bag. "Lupe?"

Lupe had been preoccupied trying to see enough of her dim reflection in a porthole that she had looked away from him. She put her comb down and faced him. "Yes?"

"I was going to give this to you tonight, but I think now's just as good of time." He reached into his jacket and withdrew a small jewelry box.

Lupe's mind came to a screeching halt and her eyes went wide. If he proposes, what do I say? Yes, of course, but…he's still married!

"It was a silly bet." He flipped open the case, revealing a heart-shaped gold pendant with diamonds clustered to one side. "For the record though, I thought you would have won."

Lupe felt relieved that it was just the necklace. "It's lovely," she cooed. "I've never had real jewelry before." She took the box from his hand. "But I can't wear it, not now, maids don't wear diamonds."

"Then don't. Hide it for now. But someday, and I swear, it'll be sooner rather than later, you can wear it. After all, I couldn't not get my best gal something for Valentine's Day."

Lupe leaned in to kiss him. He hugged her and didn't let go until the bathysphere had reached the station at Adranos Place. Once back in public they were formally polite again, but there was a warmth in her heart that kept her cozy in that cold, cold city.