Valentine, also known as Eros, was an impish sort of character. Although he was thrilled when the whole world celebrated him once a year, the rest of the time he was kind of bored. So bored in fact that he'd taken to following some of the other magical beings on their special days.
When he followed Santa on Christmas Eve to Katie's house he didn't really expect to see anything interesting. All the fat guy ever really did was drop presents off, eat a few cookies and then move on to the next house. In fact that was all he had done the entire night. Then when he crept stealthily up to Katie's bedroom Valentine raised one eyebrow in anticipation.
"Maybe now things will get interesting!" he muttered to himself.
He watched closely as the lithe young girl spread her legs enthusiastically for the man in red.
"Yes indeed," he thought, "She's a firecracker for sure!"
After Santa cast a slumber spell on her and left Eros hung around and sniffed between the girl's thighs. Over and above the sweet smell of Santa's seed was the musky scent of Katie herself.
"Delicious!" he said with a snicker.
Then he hurriedly followed after Santa to see if any of his other visits would result in anything interesting. They didn't, but that was okay. His mind filled with visions of Katie and how she had so passionately clung to Santa as he pounded away at her.
For the next few weeks he pondered how he was going to give the young girl his own gift. His special day was coming and he intended to as well.
The day before Valentine's Day, the tiny sprite visited Katie. He spied on her as she wrote cards to her friends and family.
"Be my valentine!" she said with a giggle as she sealed the last of the letters.
She hummed to herself as she gathered up her coat and boots. She skipped happily to the post office a few doors away and smiled broadly as she bought stamps for all ten of her cards. Then she dropped them all into the mail box and went back home with a smile fixed to her pretty face.
There was no one special in her life right now, but that didn't dissuade her from sending the cards out. And though she knew she would be alone on February fourteenth, she still looked forward to this special day devoted to love.
When she got back home she hung her coat in the closet and slipped off her boots. Then she went upstairs, grinning at all the little red hearts stuck to the walls and the banner at the top of the stairs. It had large red letters against a white background and read, "Be My Valentine!"
She paused and looked longingly at it for a moment and then went to the bedroom. The invisible cherub followed her up the stairs.
A bath! A long hot bubble bath!
She started the water running and then stripped off.
Valentine's mouth watered as her supple body came into view. She hummed happily to herself and then grabbed her special red house coat with the large heart embroidered on the chest. She giggled at it and then went into the en suite bathroom.
Sinking into the hot water drew a contented sigh from her. She laid her head back on the tub and closed her eyes.
