Valentine's Day was Saturday this year, but he had to work, so she decided to sleep in. When she woke up around 10:30am she went downstairs, still in her pink flannel jim-jams and wolf slippers, to make herself a cup of tea. On the kitchen counter was a vase filled with daisies - one of her favorite flowers, second only to Dandelions! Next to the vase was her favorite mug (with his goofy face grinning at her) with a teabag already in it and a small red envelope with "Wombat" (his pet name for her) scrawled across the front in his loopy lefty handwriting. She set the chicken-shaped teapot on to boil and moved the flowers and the card to the breakfast nook. She sat down and slipped the note from the envelope, it read "Wahning! Wombat will be walloped with wove fwom Weasel!" She chuckled at the reminder of their third date when she was stung on the tongue by a bee that landed in her ice cream (their favorite part of the Adam Sandler movie 'Bedtime Stories"!) She was about to put the card down when she noticed more writing on the back: Go to your computer and click on "W plus W". The teapot whistled and she made her cup, then went to the office they shared.
Their office was set up with their desks facing each other and their computers on the same side by the wall (sometimes being opposite handed is nice!), when they were both working on something they could look across at each other and send naughty IMs. She sat down at her desk and wiggled the mouse just enough for the screen saver to turn on marching "Weasel <3s Wombat!" in myriad colors across the screen. She wiggled the mouse again and waited for her desktop to come out of sleep. Her desktop background was still the photo of the two of them in "matchey" Medieval Garb at last month's 12th Night, but in the middle was an icon of two hearts labeled "W plus W". She double clicked on it and a Slideshow opened up, the first slide read "A Photographic History of Wombat and Weasel". As the second slide started morphing "If I Ever Leave This World Alive" by Flogging Molly, their song, started playing and images of places they'd been, things they'd done, her face and tongue all puffy from the bee sting, the photo taken by a guy on a gurney in the ER after she got a shot of antihistamine, a photo of all the ticket stubs he saved from all their dates, the song ending with a photo he must have taken this morning of her sprawled all over his side of the bed with her pajama leg shoved up to her knee and the quilt half-off the bed. The final slide stated "Weasel will be home at Noon. There is a gift for you where his socks are supposed to be."
She knew he meant the bottom drawer of his dresser. They had an ongoing "discussion" about where things belong in a dresser, he said the dresser should reflect how you wear your clothing so shirts should be in the top drawer, underwear and pants in the middle and socks in the bottom, whereas she said that socks and underwear go in the top followed by shirts and then pants respectively. She noticed that the clock said 11:13 and ran up the stairs to find her present. She opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and found a large heart shaped box nestled in among his socks. She took the box and nudged the drawer shut with her foot before sitting on the bed to open it. She lifted the lid and noticed an abundance of tissue paper and another note.
The note read "Put this on, press play on the cd player, light the candles on the nightstand and be waiting for me. With Love, Weasel". Under all the tissue paper was a sexy black babydoll with pink ribbon accents. The clock now read 11:28, so she decided to put her hair up and take a very quick shower using his favorite scented Body Wash and leaving her curly hair dry and wild the way he liked it. She heard his car in the driveway just as she was lighting the last candle. She peeked in the cd player and found a burned cd labeled V-day 2009, she pressed play and "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" by Jefferson Starship starts playing, she laughs and hops on the bed leaning up against the pillows and starts singing along.
He carried a brown paper grocery bag into the house, when he heard the music coming from the bathroom his cock twitched with excitement. He'd had a hard time paying attention during that boring fiscal meeting, for some reason his mind kept wandering... He chuckled as she sang the wrong word's to Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give you Up", sometimes he wondered if they could be You Tube stars just by video taping her karaoke - she never read the words, she just sang what she thought they were! He stopped outside their bedroom door and kicked off his shoes and socks, before stepping inside. She was more beautiful in that babydoll than he imagined and his cock grew more. Her nipples just peeked through the sheer fabric and her natural bush just barely covered. The pink ribbons accentuating her womanly curves. She was "dancing" along to her singing, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. She must have sensed his presence because her gorgeous brown eyes popped open and her whole face lit up at the sight of him.
He was so sexy in his "manly shade of salmon" button down shirt open at the collar and dark brown slacks, she noticed his sexy man toes peeking out from under his pant legs, and that he was holding a grocery sack. He was just staring at her and she wiggled a bit in time to the music, which had changed to "I'd Rather Be With You" by Joshua Radin, she smiled at the sight of him and that he new how eclectic her music tastes were.
"Weasel? Aren't you a bit over dressed?"
He smiled and set the sack down at his feet. He unbuttoned his shirt for her and lets it drop to the floor, then his pants quickly follow revealing a pair of silky black boxers bedecked in hearts the exact color as her ribbons. She gives him a come hither look and he grabs the sack and sets it down next to the bed. She leans toward it "What's in the bag, lunch? I'm starving." He knows she isn't talking about food. He stops her from looking in the bag with a steamy kiss. Then sits on the bed next to her. He has yet to say anything, just stares at her.
