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He carried her into the bedroom, fully intending to fuck like normal. Quick and dirty. But he couldn’t. Not with their history or the feelings that have been driving him insane for the past couple of weeks. Simply kissing her nearly sent him over the edge, for God’s sake.

So, here they are. She’s under him, taking all of him as if she’s made for him, and she’s so beautiful like this. Head thrown back in pleasure, unabashedly cursing and clawing at his back. Heat licks his spine, and he knows he’s close, but he’s not ready for this to be over yet.

That, and he needs her to come first. It’s never mattered before, but he does the impossible. He slows down.

Her eyes pop open as his rhythm changes, and she looks as wrecked as he feels. His cock glides in and out of her tight heat in fluid strokes, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate than before.

“Rhett...” she gasps, breathy and desperate.

He leans down and kisses her soft lips, swallowing the sound of her moans, feeling her slick pussy clamp down around him as she goes over the edge. The look on her face as she orgasms is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She’s a work of art.

“That’s it,” he mutters, strokes still slow as he guides her through it. “So good for me.” Heat rushes through him, and he’s right on the precipice, but he doesn’t go faster.

It’s different with her because it means something. As if sensing his thoughts, her eyes open again, and she raises her hands, gripping the sides of his face. She keeps her eyes trained on his, a sated smile on her face, hissing with sensitivity.

“Come inside,” she whispers, and he all but snaps. He picks the pace back up, slamming into her, chasing his high, but his eyes never waver from hers. She’s all he sees, all he feels, and when he comes, he explodes.

She shouts his name as she milks him for all he’s worth, and when he can finally catch a breath, he knows he’ll never go back to mindless fucks again.

The initial idea is that he'll pick up something every time he runs into town for errands. He'll gather up a bunch of small stuff until he figures out what the 'big' thing should be.

A little plushie that reminds him of you, another of your favorite animal, the candies he remembers you saying you enjoyed, a bag of chips you were munching on during his most recent rodeo. He gets bored waiting for his dad to show up and welds a small flower out of bolts and screws. It turns into a bouquet.

By the time he realizes that taking you to dinner and a movie is probably the safest option, he's got a hoard of gifts stashed away in the passenger seat of his truck. The worst part? They no longer fit into the little red basket he bought.

At first, you're thinking that Rhett's way of celebrating Valentines Day is a little bit more cliche than you'd anticipated.

He takes you out to your favorite restaurant, surprises you with a little stuffed animal on the way to the movies. There's a small basket of candies waiting for you when you get home and a little bouquet of wildflowers that he spent the whole morning collecting.

Up until you mosey into the kitchen the next morning, half awake and poking at the coffee he made before he headed off to work, you think that the celebrations are over and done with.

And then you open the cabinet to find a pink plush elephant looking back at you. Because what you didn't know is that while you were sleeping, Rhett scattered all of your remaining gifts around the house.

There's a box of chocolates on the couch. His welded flowers are resting below the television and take you thirty minutes to notice. He's slipped a bag of handmade hard candies into your chair in the kitchen, there's another stuffed animal in the bathroom sink. A keychain hangs from the door hinge, and a fluffy blanket lurks in the closet.

It just becomes a habit of his. Every Valentine's Day, he takes you out for a cliche night plucked straight out of the movies, and every morning, you wake up to a scavenger hunt that gradually becomes more intricate over time.

And maybe you do occasionally miss a gift and rediscover it months down the road, like the box of candy that remained hidden behind the bowls until mid-May. But hey, that's just part of the fun!

Bob

Bobby, for as intelligent and forward-thinking as he might be, is severely under-prepared.

For months, he's been looking at the date on the calendar and telling himself that, yeah, he's got this under control! It can't be that difficult to celebrate a holiday as simple as Valentine's Day.

...come to find out, that's easier said than done.

Everything he thinks of is either fully booked or it's something he knows that you won't enjoy. There's a carnival in town with a bunch of Valentine-themed games, but it's also ridiculously cold outside, and he's not about to freeze you half to death in the name of a romantic holiday.

Your car breaks down and winds up in the shop with a steep repair bill. Bob knows what he'll do; he can take you out to dinner and surprise you by revealing he's fully paid it off and gotten you those new tires you've been needing!

...and then you call him one afternoon, excited to report that the repair shop mixed up a few customers and that your bill was significantly smaller. You already paid it off and just need him to take you to pick it up.

There's a pair of shoes that you mentioned you really liked. The day before he plans to go and buy them for you, you find a coupon and buy them yourself.

He finds a figurine from your favorite TV show, then realizes you've had the same figurine on the shelf this whole time. He starts planning a mini-vacation; your coworker goes on maternity leave earlier than planned, and work is so understaffed that they can't approve any time off until she returns.

He plans to buy you the videogame you were talking about; you buy it for yourself. He spends an afternoon looking for a new kitchenware set because you're down to two remaining bowls; your friend gives you the set she's had for years and never opened.

Why are you so damn independent?

And then he comes up with an idea. He goes through his camera roll and prints his favorite pictures he's taken with you. Both the ones of you together and the pictures that he's quietly taken while you weren't paying attention. On the back of each one, he writes a memory of what was happening when it was taken and hangs it from a pink braised string with a tiny clothespin.

Problem is, he braided the string too long and doesn't have enough pictures. So he adds to it by picking up a disposable camera and taking pictures of all the things that remind him of you. A butterfly that landed on his boot, a cat whose spot looked like the first letter of your name, a restaurant you both hated, the sunrise from the backseat of an F/A-18 because you once asked him how it looked from so high in the sky.

On the way to a casual dinner reservation on Valentine's Day, Bob runs back into the apartment because he 'forgot' his wallet. What you don't know is that he's hanging his string of memories from the ceiling, using command hooks that he installed while you were in the shower.

Like Rhett, he tricks you into believing that dinner and the stuffed animal in the passenger seat are the celebrations. Until you walk through the front door, you haven't the slightest clue that they're just the beginning 💕

Both

Together? These two turn it into a game, and you're just as in on it as they are. It's hard for a holiday to be complicated or boring when it's just a lighthearted game that's going on between the three of you.

That being said, their methods of celebrating are about the same as they are when they're separate. Rhett enjoys collecting a bunch of small things to tack onto a casual, intimate night out, and Bob loves to create something meaningful that will be remembered.

Thing is, nobody is allowed to know what the other is planning.

You walk into the house after running errands and catch sight of Bob scurrying around and rushing to hide his arts and crafts project before you can catch a glimpse of it.

Rhett slinks around the house like a damn feral cat with something fluffy trapped in the front of his work jacket. What is it? You and Bob have no idea, but while he's walking up the stairs, a box of candy hearts falls out of his pocket and explodes like sugary confetti.

Because there are three of you, everyone has to decide beforehand on how celebratory meals are going to work. Do you want to do just one big dinner? Should all three of you collaborate on that, or should one person be in charge of it? What about scheduling three dinner reservations across February? Or what if, instead of just dinner, you each take breakfast, lunch, or dinner and make it a full day of celebratory meals? The possibilities are endless.

Rhett always finds a way to weld together some stray nails, bolts, and chunks of scrap metal into a small airplane. He always uses the same format, places the same pieces into the same old places, but each plane always manages to look a little bit different once Bob puts it up on the shelf with the other ones.

Bobby, on the other hand, goes out of his way to use Cecelia's recipes and makes the raspberry jam and cherry pies Rhett grew up eating. They're the one thing he always talks about missing, and over time, Bob has been able to convince Cecelia to share those top-secret recipes with him.

Notably, with these two, it's only a matter of time before someone suggests going out late one night and buying a bunch of candy and cheap Valentine's-themed trinkets that will inevitably wind up on its respective holiday stash.

Chocolate? Hard candy? Heart-shaped cookies with red and pink icing that are a dollar more and taste exactly the same as the ones sitting right next to them. Boxes of limited edition flavors of candies that all three of you hate but convince yourselves will be better this time.

“hi, baby,” you spoke sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in. your lips attached to his, starting out as a small peck but soon deepening it when you traced his bottom lip with your tongue. “missed you s’much.”

“missed you more, honey.” his voice gruff as he spoke against your mouth. he backed you down the hallway, hands roaming down your back and dipping into the elastic of your shorts. calluses catched on your lacy underwear as he kneaded your ass. your hands were already working on his belt buckle, letting out a breath of frustration when you couldn’t get it right away.

“slow down, darlin’. we’ve got all night,” rhett chuckled. “why don’t you lie back… and show me how much you missed me, hm?”

your eyes widened at the suggestion. the thought of touching yourself in front of rhett made your thighs clench and your heartbeat quicken. you nodded towards your desk chair, gesturing for rhett to take a seat. his thighs spread wide and it took everything in you not to get on your knees in between them. you slid your shorts down, playfully tossing them towards rhett. as you started on the buttons of the flannel, rhett tutted at you, shaking his head slightly.

“want you to keep it on,” his voice was thick with lust, a slight rasp to it that ran down your spine and stoked the fire that was burning in the pit of your stomach. “now… wanna see what you do when i’m not here.”

you did as he said, you started just as you always did. you ran your hands across your chest, pinching and rubbing your nipples until they were in stiff peaks underneath the flannel. fingertips grazed lightly down your stomach, bypassing your dripping heat to tease along the insides of your thighs.

“that’s enough, darlin’. slide your fingers down those pretty panties. can see how wet you are from here,” rhett’s voice was strained and as you looked up, you saw him palming himself through his jeans. you did just as he said and the first swipe of your finger against your swollen clit had you bucking your hips and whining his name. you made slow passes against the bundle of nerves, gasping and arching your back. you weren’t wasting any time, sliding two fingers in without hesitation. rhett let out a small grunt and you smiled softly to yourself when you heard the belt buckle hit the floor and the sound of his zipper coming undone hastily.

“what are you thinking about, honey? look at me,” he demanded.

as you opened your eyes to look at him, you nearly closed them back at the sight in front of you. he had his hand around his reddened cock, pumping it in time with your fingers.

“thinkin’ about how your fingers feel so much better, daddy. m’close.” you whined, pressing your heels into the mattress to thrust down onto your fingers.

“if you want to come, baby… you better beg,” rhett said, thumbing at the leaking head.

“please, rh- daddy! please let me cum. wanna be such a good girl for you, please!” you keened loudly, not worrying about which neighbors heard. you looked at him again, eyes silently pleading him as your other hand slid down to touch your clit. he gave you a curt nod and that’s all it took for you to leap off that edge. you were nearly screaming his name as you clenched around your fingers. you were still coming down from your high when you felt the mattress dip and you opened your eyes to see rhett kneeling over you. he grabbed your wrist to pull your hand out of your underwear and wrapped his mouth around your fingers to taste you, moaning around the digits.

“taste so sweet, honey. lookin’ like a wet dream all fucked out wearing daddy’s flannel. gonna let me fuck you in it?” he asked, a smirk spreading across his face. you couldn’t stop the way your thighs rubbed together and he did not miss that either. “gonna take care of you.”

“you always do, daddy.”