Valentine Red
@saiyajinxprincess
Valentine’s Day wasn’t an inherently good or bad day, in Rori’s mind. Of course, neither would she go so far as to play like all other romantic cynics and imply that it was just another day, pushed and bolstered by a nefarious congregation of florists, movie theaters, fancy restaurants, and chocolatiers for the purposes of money.
Rather, it was simply that Rori’s situation was such that Valentine’s Day considerations weren’t on the table. Her bills allowed for very little in the way of personal expenses, and the medicine she needed to prevent infection of her arm after getting shot was quickly burning through whatever amounted to her savings. In addition, her Valentine’s Day tradition, if it could be called that, was simple.
Almost as strong as the cult of Valentine’s Day tradition was the counter-cult of bitter, lonely losers celebrating their lack of romantic and sexual success with a middle finger raised towards the rest of society. They’d rant to anyone who would listen about the capitalistic tradition and the over-reliance on gifts and how really if you liked someone, then you should treat them like every day were Valentine’s Day and the holiday itself was just a mediocre excuse. Such people were easily played, and it was no great task for Serori to find the most attractive and least obnoxious among them, listen attentively while making aloof, if vaguely agreeable remarks, and receive a comfortable bed in return. Most of the time, she didn’t even have to sleep with them.
So ingrained was this tradition that when Rori woke up on February 15th in a bed, comfortably covered by a blanket and with warmth pressed against her back, her initial reaction was to roll out of the bed and ready herself for leaving. It took a moment for the layout of the room to spark some memories in her brain and for her to shake off the grogginess. Sitting back down on the bed, pulling off the jeans that had been halfway zipped up, she turned over to get a better look at her partner.
Bra was still sleeping, no surprise there. Somehow, in the few seconds that Rori had pulled herself free of the girl’s sleepy hug, she’d managed to find both her monkey AND elephant plush and pull those onto her arms instead. She was wearing the black shirt Rori had gifted her some time back (reading, fittingly, “My Girlfriend Says I’m A Princess”) and not much else. She seemed to have adopted a death grip on her toys, to the point where she sleepily grunted her disapproval as Rori tried to make space for herself.
“No. Mine.”
Rori couldn’t help but laugh at her girlfriend. She really was a heavy sleeper, wasn’t she? That was fine with her, as she simply moved around to the other side and wrapped her arms around her partner’s waist. Her hands drifted up underneath Bra’s shirt and ran over the softness of her tummy, while she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Bra’s earlobe.
There were small bruises and bitemarks on her girlfriend’s neck and legs, but she didn’t seem too bothered by them. She looked so cute when she was sleeping, Rori thought to herself, and she almost didn’t want to wake her. There was no harm in letting her sleep for just a little more time, she decided.
Moving down a bit on the bed, she lifted up the back of Bra’s shirt and began to press small, light kisses along her spine. Even though she was doing her best not to wake up the sleeping princess, there was only so much she could do about it, as Bra immediately began to stir, as if woken exclusively by affection.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, turning her face to try and look back over her shoulder.
“Kissing you,” Rori answered, propping herself up and pressing another kiss to her shoulder. “You want me to stop so you can go back to sleep?”
“Haven’t decided yet,” was the quiet reply.
Rori smiled and ran her fingers through Bra’s pale blue locks, gently pulling them off to one side for easier access to her neck. Leaning just a bit more forward was enough to press her lips to the soft bruises there, too. Bra’s soft, easy sighs of contentment were sufficient incentive to keep going, and she licked with a slightly apologetic smile at the places where the skin had been broken. “Are you sore?” she asked, pulling Bra back against her and giving her a small squeeze.
“Yes,” Bra answered, before shrugging. “Not that I mind.” She turned over to fully face Rori, and then crawled partially onto her, nuzzling her cheek against her girlfriend’s stomach. She faked a yawn and closed her eyes. “Sorry, I guess I really am sleepy.”
“Lazy more like it,” Rori countered, sticking her tongue out even though Bra couldn’t see it. “What do you want to do today?”
“Nothing,” Bra said with a small pout. “I just want to stay here until you leave me like you always do.” It seemed liked she was partially joking, but not enough to make Rori feel any better about it.
In response, Rori lightly tangled her fingers in Bra’s hair and began to pet her. “I don’t really have anything else to do today, you know,” she started with a quiet hum and a small shrug. “I can stay here all day if that’s really what you want.”
Bra’s eyes fluttered open and she crawled further up Serori’s body, resting her chin on her chest. “You mean that? Well in that case…” She got an impish smile on her face and nibbled at her lip. “We can do more than just lie around…”
Suddenly, Rori smacked her in the face with a pillow, causing Bra to fall to the side with a small ‘oof’. “Let’s go get something to eat first though, okay? Breakfast, my treat. Get dressed.”
Rubbing at her cheek as if it hurt, though it clearly didn’t, Bra wrinkled her nose and then stood up. Bending over generously, she started to root through the clothes on the floor for something to wear. “Hmm,” she murmured, pressing a finger to her lips, only to earn a thrown pillow to her back.
“Put some pants on, Bra,” Rori teased.
“Fine, but sex after.”
