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Author's Notes: Well, I had originally thought of making this a series showing Ron and Bonnie in a year of holidays but got blocked on an idea for Valentine's. I just recently got an idea, so everyone who wanted this continued you got your wish. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long. Thanks for all the good reviews and an extra thanks to campy; your review gave me an idea for a title for this series. Enjoy. Peace.

Deserving St. Valentine

You know, I've often wondered what I've done to deserve him. There's only a few hours left of this Valentine's Day and Ron still hadn't finished pampering me. The day started with me waking to Ron serving me breakfast in bed with all my favorite foods. Afterwards he had drawn me a nice bath that we ended up sharing. Now that was a fun way to get the blood pumping in the morning. After we'd finished cleaning up we went for a long walk around a nearby park and ate a picnic lunch when we rested. Later, we went to a movie I'd been wanting to see and then it was time for what has become one of our yearly rituals: eating Valentine's Dinner at our restaurant. That started the first Valentine's we had after opening our restaurant we were both working that year as the place was still new and finally our friends forced us out of the kitchen at dinner time and served us as their gift to us. Needless to say the next year we let them do it with out being forced and it's continued on. And now in the last few hours of the holiday he's giving me a massage. Ron has always been good at massages, when we were on the cheerleading squad he used to give out great shoulder massages after competitions and hard practices. When we started going out I found out he was great at full body massages as well and he's only gotten better over the years. Oh, the things he can do with his hands should be a crime, sin, or both!

"Bonnie you ok? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Ron asked with a little concern.

Crap, I must have tensed up, thinking of past massages. "Hardly, Ron dear, your hands are just so good sometimes," I cooed wanting to reassure him. It must have satisfied him as his hands began working their magic again.

As I said at the beginning, sometimes I wonder what I've done to deserve him, but I'm too selfish, possessive and in love with him to set him free to find someone more deserving of him. All throughout school I was horrible to him and I won't apologize for it. Don't get me wrong it's not because I don't feel bad about it, I just know saying 'I'm sorry' won't do any good. The only things I can change are the here and now and leave the past in the past.

I was a bitch when we were growing up, more than that I was the Head Bitch. I wasn't always happy in the role, but it was the path I chose. I'm not proud of a few things I did and I made more than a few mistakes, but even with the pressure of having to live up to my older sisters I can gladly say, for the most part, I did things my way. That one point was something me and Ron shared, and was even one of the few things I envied about him.

"Oh God!" I moaned as he massaged a sensitive area, losing my train of thought briefly. Just when I thought he had found all my pleasure spots, he's gone and found another. He keeps doing that and I'm not going to be able to let him finish.

Anyway, I said envied because Ron for most all his life did things his way without restriction or care for what others thought. I, on the other hand, while doing things my way have had to stick to a certain expected image. Still, even though I had to keep to a certain image, I did travel the journey for that image my way. I didn't listen to gossip, I made it. I didn't follow trends, I was a trendsetter. Ironically, though, it was this common ground we shared that kept me from going out with Ron during high school.

In order to explain that, one first needed to know a secret: I've always had . . . not a crush but more an admiration for Ron. If not for his status I wouldn't have minded going out with him. That really shouldn't be surprising to anyone, just about anytime his status rose I was one of the first ones by his side. The only problem came in the fact that because of my respect for him when things fell through and he went back to being a 'loser,' I had to unceremoniously drop Ron instead of helping him stay popular.

That may have sounded a bit arrogant of me, but the truth is that if I wanted I could have made Ron stay popular. One of the major points Kim and I differed on was the fact that she's not much of a people person and I am. Kim led by example and let others follow her; I, on the other hand, manipulate as a sculptor would clay. I know how to talk to people and convince them to do things my way.

Anyway, I don't deserve him and I'll probably never feel like I do, no matter how long we stay married. That doesn't mean, however, as I smirked naughtily, that when he's done with my massage that I'm not going to show him just how much I'm glad to have him.

Author's Notes: This was my first time at trying to write from a female's pov so, please tell me how I did and/or how to improve. Overall I don't think I did too badly, but I've got this nagging feeling that in comparison to the first chapter something's missing or is off. I might end up coming back and editing this again.