Jim slipped into the loft as silently as he could, stopping 
just inside the door to listen for Blair.  There it 
was, the slow, deep breathing, the heartbeat that he would 
know anywhere.  Blair had warned him that he was probably 
going to crash after his dinner and Jim had told him not to 
worry about it, that he was going to be at the station until 
late finishing up the paperwork on their last case.

He crept into Blair's bedroom and set a grocery bag down on 
the floor, slipping out of his clothing and under the covers 
with his lover.  Blair cuddled up to him in his sleep and 
Jim heard him whisper his name.  He smiled and held him 
closer, almost giving in to the temptation to just hold him 
all night, but eventually he managed to strip the bed of its 
covers and tease Blair into lying on his back.  There was no 
way that Blair was still asleep after all that, but his eyes 
were still closed and Jim so liked seeing him that way that 
he didn't call his bluff.

When Blair felt the first drizzle of a warm sticky substance 
on his chest he shot up in the bed.  "Whoa, whoa, easy 
there, Chief," said Jim soothingly, "Just lie back down and 
close your eyes."

Blair did as he was told before asking, "What are you 
doing?"

"You'll see."

"Jim, what time is it?"

"A little after midnight.  Now shhhh, or I'll never finish."

"Finish what?"

Jim sighed and leaned over to kiss Blair's sensuous lips, 
"Shhhh," he said again, and after a moment he went back to 
what he had been doing.  When the drizzling was finished, 
Blair tried to sit up, but Jim firmly pushed him back onto 
the bed and began pressing something into the rapidly 
cooling drizzled substance.

"Jim, what...?"

"Shhhh, almost there..."  He continued until Blair finally 
realized that he had stopped pressing things onto his chest 
and was leaning over to capture his lips again.  Blair 
offered no resistance.  "Okay, you can look now."  Blair 
opened his eyes and looked down at his chest to see the 
words "Be Mine" spelled out in little, red cinnamon hearts.

He laughed, "Jim, when did you become such a romantic."

"It was one of those days when you weren't looking."

"There are *no* days when I'm not looking."  Jim just smiled 
and shrugged.  "So what did you use to stick them on with?"

Jim leaned over and swirled a tongue around  Blair's nipple, 
cleaning it thoroughly, "Honey," was his answer.

Blair closed his eyes again and moaned softly.  Then, "Say, 
I don't suppose you can tell my skin temperature from..."  
Jim bit down on the nipple just hard enough to shut Blair 
up, then resumed cleaning off his skin.  "So now what's the 
plan?"

"Now," said Jim, "We clean you up."  He took one of the 
cinnamon hearts in his mouth and moved up to kiss Blair 
again, passing the heart along.  They kissed in relative 
silence for a few moments before Jim added, "Happy 
Valentine's Day, lover."

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