A/N: Here it is, folks, the 'date scene'. Dedicated to AbstractRainbow, as a bribe [with St. T's slutty muffins on top!] and an incentive to write another of her fabulous St. T's chapters. Love ya, Cap'n Pillows! Xx =]

Valentine's Day.

Chapter Five – The Date.


'Where are we going, Kel?' Annabelle asked, curled up on the leather seat of my car, cutely snuggling the rug I'd bought her.

'You'll see.' I smirked; knowing perfectly well that it drove her mad when I did that.

She gave an irritated sigh before returning to her book.

Pride & Prejudice – a classic, bit like Annabelle really.

I moved my eyes toward the road again, glancing at the road signs occasionally, not that they were much help.

I was far too focused on what was about to happen – a date – but not just any day, no, this date was with Annabelle Fritton. The cutest, funniest, kindest, loveliest most perfect girl in the... oh god, I'm gushing!

I glance over at Annabelle, who looks up at me questioningly – she didn't notice my mental turmoil, but could tell that something was up.

'What?' she giggled, blushing a little.

'Nothing.' I looked back to the road, trying to ignoring how my cheeks were heating up.

'What?' she asked again, putting down her book and moving so she was closer to me.

'Nothing.' I repeated, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel – she was too close for my liking.

'Kelly,' her voice lowered an octave, not in a seductive way, but it was spine-tingling nevertheless, 'Tell me the truth.'

Her fingers softly stroked my jean-clad leg, drawing patterns.

'Love hearts?' I asked, bemused.

'Hm?' she'd zoned out.

'You're tracing love hearts on my thigh.' I giggled, glancing at her as she blushed.

'I guess I am,' she laughed, moving to tuck her head under my arm, which I moved so I wasn't hurting her.

'But seriously, Kel, where are we going?' she tried again, but I shook my head – I wasn't going to ruin the surprise.

'Here.' I parked the car, turned off the engine and untangled myself from her warm embrace.

'Really?' she gazed out the window doubtfully; it was pitch black, nothing to see.

'Yeah. Like it?' I laughed, leaping from the car and dashing around the hood to open the door for her.

'M'lady.' I said in a fancy accent, bowing low and holding my hand out for her to take.

She grasped it firmly in her warm fingers, stepping lightly out of the car and into my arms, placing a small kiss on my cheek.

'Thanks.' She giggled.

'Any time.' I blushed, glad for the cover of darkness.

'So what're we doing here?' she whispered in my ear, which, I'll admit, made me shiver just a tad.

'You'll see.' I replied cryptically, smiling a little.

I stepped out of her grasp and moved to the boot of the car, unlocking it with the bleepy-thing Annabelle loved the play with and pulling out a black Nike backpack.

'What's in there? And why didn't you let me open the boot!?' she cried, her voice full of the pout I knew she'd be wearing

'Stuff. And I didn't let you open it because I know you'd just stand there for an hour giggling at the flashing lights like the four year old that you are!' I argued, slinging it onto my back and wrapping my woolly jacket around her.

'I only did that once!' she whined as she struggled with the buttons.

'Twice.' I corrected, 'Come here, you.'

'I can do it myself!' she stood back, still fiddling.

'No you can't, 'Belle.' I countered, pulling her by the hood towards me and turning her around, 'Now stay still.'

'Yes, ma'am.' She giggled, standing stock-still.

I tugged the jacket closed, quickly closing each button until I reached the one at her neck, where I 'carelessly' brushed a finger over the base of her neck, grinning.

'Oh, stop teasing!' She smirked, placing a single finger under my chin and pecking my lips, gently.

'But you're just so fun to tease!' I protested, wrapping an arm around her waist and letting my head fall onto her shoulder as we trudged through the fog.

'Whatever.' She muttered, cuddling me closer, 'You're not taking me into the woods, are you?'

'I might be.' I laughed nervously, hoping she hadn't caught onto my plan.

'Oh.' She said worriedly.

'Don't worry, 'Belle!' I laughed again, 'We'll be fine, I'll look after you.'

'I know that!' she snorted, 'But who'll look after you?'

She had a point there, I mean, Annabelle was perfect in every way, but, she wasn't exactly what you'd call athletic. Even if she was brilliant at hockey.

'Uh... Jesus?' I suggest lamely, earning myself a smack on the backside [not that that was much of a punishment...].

'Well, I'd hope he would too, but I'll look after you, even if I can't do much.' She added sadly.

'Aw, come on, 'Belle! I know that much!' I said, trying to console her, 'You're brilliant at looking after me, just more in the emotional sense rather than the physical sense.'

'Are you saying I wouldn't be good in bed?' she said indignantly, looking offended.

I laughed at that, 'I think you'd be amazing in bed, Annabelle, but you're much stronger when it comes to things that require intelligence compared to things that need physical prowess like, say, weight-lifting.'

'Well I like my body, thank you very much!' she hissed.

'Oh, you know what I meant.' I giggled, kicking at the pebbles in the path, 'And I like your body too!'

'You haven't seen my body, Kelly Jones!' she laughed merrily.

'Oh really?' I asked, quirking my eyebrow raunchily, 'I do believe we have hockey practice together, on a weekly basis!'

'You perve me up in the changerooms, Kel?' Annabelle asked with a mischievous grin.

'Uh...' I stuttered, realising that I may have just let myself open for insult, 'OH LOOK! We're here!'

'Smooth, Kel, real smooth.' She giggled tucking her hands into my coat's pocket.

I gently pulled her hands out of my pocket and shrugged off the bag, pulling out a red tartan picnic rug out as Annabelle wandered around, taking in the pretty sight of dew on evergreen trees and sparkling grass that practically shone in the moonlight.

I let it fall to the ground and retrieved a bottle of red from my bag, I had no idea what it was, but I knew it was bloody expensive. And it smelt pretty damn good too.

Next, I found the purple rug I'd pulled from my bed, and stuck that at the end of the other one, next to two black pillows I'd nicked from the teachers' lounge.

I then quickly checked my make-up, fluffed my hair and pulled a perfect pout before turning to Annabelle.

I coughed.

'Yeah?' she asked, walking over with an obvious smile plastered across her gorgeous face, 'Wow, this is beautiful, Kel! Wouldn't have taken you for a romantic.'

'I can be very romantic when I want to, 'Belle.' I responded, possibly inserting a bit more innuendo than I'd originally intended [too late to take it back without looking foolish, now!].

She chuckled throatily, 'I have no doubt in my mind about that one, Kelly Jones, but, just so you know, I don't put out on the first date.'

She was a crack up.

'I do.' I giggled, watching as her eyebrows rose dubiously.

I sat down and tugged lightly on her arm, 'Sit?'

'Sure.' She replied, plopping herself neatly on my lap.

'I meant on the ground, but this is fine.' I laughed, wrapping my arms around her and tugging the blanket over us both as I leant back into the plushy pillow.

'This is nice,' Annabelle commented, leaning into the embrace slightly, 'What's with the wine?'

'Well...' I began, 'I may have overheard you saying that you preferred wine to spirits... so I picked something up while you were at hockey practice yesterday – that's why I wasn't there.'

'Oh, that's so sweet, Kel!' she grinned at me, 'And I'd wondered where you'd got to! To be perfectly honest, I just assumed you were still hung-over.'

'Only a smidge.' I giggled, letting the laugh course through my body, 'So, would you like a glass?'

'Sure, why not?' she said, smiling at me fondly.

She leant forward so I could reach over and get the bottle, then passed me the two glasses.

I poured one each, careful not to spill any on her.

[A/N: Yes, I've done that before, but thankfully the girl had just laughed! Lol.]

'A toast!' Annabelle suddenly cried joyfully.

'To what?' I asked, incredulous, but still happy to enjoy her antics.

'To us, to Valentine's Day and most of all, to love.' She grinned, a blush running from her nose and covering her already rosy red cheeks.

I had nothing to say to that, so I simply kissed her reddening nose and pulled her back into me tightly, a contented sigh escaping my painted lips.

We sat there for a few minutes before she finally spoke, 'Aren't you going to say anything?' she whispered, sounding worried.

'What can I say to top that, 'Belle?' I asked, mumbling into her neck.

'Anything you want.'

Oh, so effing helpful, sweetheart! I thought sarcastically.

'Fine then.' I whispered back, kissing her cheek and gazing at the stars unseeingly.

Then, inspiration hit me like a tonne of bricks.

''Belle.' I said quietly.

'Yeah?' she replied, almost uncertain.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, knowing my words would tumble out in a stream of uncertainty, ''Belle, I really, really, really, truly, completely and utterly love you, I love you more than I love anything else on this god-forsaken planet and you make my life better because you are so wonderfully beautiful and perfect in every single way humanly possi-'

Annabelle placed a single finger over my lips, silencing me before speaking, 'Kelly, breathe.'

I let out a sigh of relief, glad to have rid the weight of my emotions from my shoulders.

''Belle, I love you.' I said simply, putting everything I had [my heart, my body and soul], into those four simple words.

'Good.' She said smugly.

'Good? I just about freaking-well give you my heart, and all I get is a 'good'?!' I ask angrily, my voice rose slightly.

'Yeah,' 'Belle laughs again, ''cos now I know you love me half as much as I love you.'

I was speechless at that, but apparently you don't need words to express love, just lips, which she pressed against mine in a passionate kiss that probably caused an earthquake somewhere in Peru.

Not that I cared, as I ran my fingers through her silky hair and she ran her tongue around my mouth, teasing and loving to her hearts' delight. And mine, a little too, I guess.

'Kelly?' she asked, pulling a way to gaze into my eyes [in a completely romantic and soppy sense, that I, quite frankly, loved] and stroke my cheek lovingly.

'Yeah, 'Belle.' I grinned, running a hand through my messy black hair [she'd gotten a little carried away, running her fingers through my hair].

'Happy Valentine's Day, Kelly Jones.' She smiled happily, and I brought my lips to hers in a soft yet passionate kiss.

I moved my mouth to her ear before whispering a hushed reply, 'Happy Valentine's Day, Annabelle Fritton.' I giggled, twirling a lock of her chestnut hair around my fingers.

'You know what?' I asked, laughing a little as I said so.

'What?' she smirked, still happily perched in my lap.

'You're going to have to work really hard to top this next year.' I grinned.

Her face paled.

'Uh-oh.'


A/N: OH MY GOD! This is the first multi-chapter fic I have ever completely finished! Three cheers for Ellen! Hip-hip, hooray! Hip-hip, hooray! Hip-hip, HOORAY!!!! So, what'd you think? You liked it? I did, I'm actually quite pleased with this story, and I like the way it turned out. I really hope you liked it, and I'd just like to say that it was a great deal of fun for me to write, especially with all the positive feedback I've received from all my lovely reviewers – keep writing those Kellabelle fics, I love them almost as much as your reviews! And, although I'm a teensy bit sad to finish this story, you all know that I just have to write another Valentine's Day story next year, but from Annabelle's POV and her whole take on the day, and her response to the challenge that Kelly set at the end there... I know, it'll be awesome, right? So, hope you all had lovely Valentine's Days, and have a fabulous week. And, to this fic, I bid a sad 'adieu', and I'm sending everyone who has read, reviewed or even glanced at this fic, loads of air hugs and St. T's slutty muffins. Which were yum. Also, I'd like to dedicate this whole story to Abstract Rainbow and LeicesterRedd, for convincing me to write another chapter, and leaving lovely comments and dedications in their stories.

ilyzxx =]