We sit together on your bed, in our underwear, eating the takeaway chinese meal we bought on the way to your place from the station where you picked me up, the candlelight casts a pleasant, romantic glow on our partially covered flesh. We've been planning this for weeks, you and I, and now we're here we want to make it special, sexy, to show each other how we really feel, because our love is more than words, it is true love, it was meant to be. Its what Valentine's Day is for.
I get that mischievous grin on my face and my eyes sparkle with trouble, I'm only 21 and there's still a big part of me that's a naughty little girl, I love to be like that with you, naughty, flirty, pouty. Your my playmate and I like to grab you for a tickling or wrestling match. You look at me questioningly, wondering what I'm up to. I pick up a paper wrapped spare rib, dripping with sauce, and flick it at you. The sauce lands on your bare, smooth chest in little spatters and I laugh. "Hey!" you exclaim, but before you can say anymore I'm crouched over you, kissing and licking the spicy sauce off you, running my tongue across your flesh at the top of your boxer shorts. You smile and gently stroke the back of my head.
I sit up, a smile lighting up my face. I run my tongue over my lips and go back to the spare rib I attacked you with, putting it into my mouth and sucking the sauce off as I pull it back out. Then I start to eat it, not taking my eyes off you, loving your beautiful smile.