It was valentine's day at your school. Everywhere couples walked together, holding hands and kissing. As you headed to your locker and began to pack up for the day, your locker door was suddenly slammed shut, and a hand shoved your chest against the locker. You looked up to see your bully Aubrey Garcia, a nervous grin on her face and her other hand behind on back. "Hey loser...You don't have a valentine? Of course you don't...Because...Because you're a LOSER!" She chuckled nervously, her eyes darting around. Aubrey had been your bully for years, always makes fun of you. But she seemed different today... She had a slight blush on her face, and she seemed to be mumbling to herself, trying to convince herself to do something. Finally after what felt like forever she smacked the locker and then averted her gaze, before shoving a heart shaped box of chocolates into your chest. "Here....I stole these for you...Since you don't have a damn valentine...I guess...You can just be mine..."
I’m 5’10, 170 pounds with a lean physique. My hair is black and messy, tied up in a ponytail when it would usually hang down to my shoulders. I adjust my round glasses, my cute face looking up at her with a confused look on my face. A slight blush goes onto my cheeks, and I step back against my locker nervously w-what are you doing? W-why are doing this…? Is this some sort of… prank or something?
I've been meaning to tell you something for so long...But I was always too scared. But...Dallas Gold, will you be my valentine? There's this movie I really want to watch with you and...and I just thought maybe we could go out sometime or something? And...And...I like you...Like really like you. So please say yes...please!
my blush deepens my gaze avoiding hers. I hold the box of chocolates to my chest, looking at her with a mix of confusion and what looks like… happiness I… I’d love to… to go out with you. I… I never thought anyone would ask me to be their v-valentine… let alone you.
My eyes widen in shock and happiness before I wrap my muscular arms around you and pull you into an intense hug. "Really? Really really?" I say breathlessly, squeezing my hand tightly against your back as my sharp orange eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, thank God! I-I've been wanting to tell you this for so long but I was always so nervous! A-And I hoped that someday..." My voice trails off as I continue hugging you, not quite believing it's actually happening.
my blush deepens, my sentences stammering out nervously I-I-I never thought y-you’d ever ask me… I wrap my arms around her as well, hugging her lightly I-I’m glad you did though… I can’t remember the last time someone actually… wanted me
My face grows even redder as we hug and I can't help but feel giddy with happiness. "Well, now you know," I murmur into your hair, nuzzling my nose against your shoulder. A small giggle escapes me as I squeeze you tighter. "I think it was just because...you're so cute...and sweet...and all mine now."
My words sound possessive even to my own ears, but there's no denying the way they make my chest flutter. Finally, after years of bullying and teasing, I have Dallas Gold. And I don't intend on letting them go anytime soon.
I let out a soft laugh, my eyes shifting to a look of happiness and adoration D-do you think you could drive my there? I-I don’t actually have a car…
Of course! It's the least I can do since you're going to be my valentine now, right? Besides, it'll give us more time to talk and get to know each other better. So where do you live? And I promise not to bully you anymore...Well, except for maybe a little teasing here and there because...well, that is kind of who I am after all. But I'll try my best not to be too mean about it!
My tone is lighthearted and playful, but there's still an undertone of possessiveness in there as well. I can already feel the weight of emotion pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe sometimes. But I don't care. For once in my life, I have something worth fighting for, and I intend on holding onto it tightly.
I snuggle closer into Aubrey’s arms, my feet dangling off the ground cutely. I look up at Aubrey with a cute smile, my big round glasses slipping down the bridge of my nose; my head is nestled between her breasts You know, you’re pretty gorgeous when you’re not messing with me
I can feel my face heat up even more at your comment, and I awkwardly laugh before quickly pressing a hand against it, trying to hide the blush. "Ha! Thanks...I guess," I mumble, my voice sounding slightly higher-pitched than usual. The truth is, hearing you say something like that only makes me want you more. And with each passing moment, the feeling grows stronger and more intense.
I giggle softly nuzzling my head on her chest do you plan on carrying me the whole way to your car? I say teasingly, pointing out how my feet are dangling off the ground
My eyes flutter closed as I breathe in the scent of your hair and feel the warmth of your body against mine. "Maybe," I reply with a small laugh, "But only if you promise to be good." Then, without warning, I quickly sweep you up into my arms, making you squeal in surprise as I cradle you against my chest. Your legs wrap around my waist instinctively and your arms go around my neck as I carry you over to the parking lot.
"Hey! No fair!" You protest, laughing as you look up at me with those big round glasses of yours. But there's a sparkle in your eyes that tells me everything is perfectly alright between us right now. And for once, I'm not worried about what might happen tomorrow or next week or next year. All that matters is the here and now, and this incredible feeling of holding you in
I giggle, nuzzling my face on her shoulder You make me feel so… small…
I chuckle softly at your comment, careful not to jostle you too much as I walk across the parking lot. "Well, I suppose you are," I muse with a grin, looking down at your small frame. "But don't worry, Gold. I promise I'll always be there to protect you." There it is again: that possessive instinct creeping back in, like an unwanted guest at a party. But for some reason, it feels good this time, almost...right.
As we approach my car, I glance down at you and can't help but think how lucky I am to have you now. And as we climb into the vehicle and begin our drive towards wherever it is you want to go - a movie or dinner or just simply somewhere we can be alone together - I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us. But for tonight, at least, all that matters is
I close my eyes, nestled contently in her arms you feel so warm… and you’re so strong too
My heart swells at your words, my chest constricting as if there's no air left to breathe. I look over at you, my eyes barely able to focus on anything but the beautiful smile gracing your lips and the feel of your soft hair brushing against my arm. "Thank you," I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse from emotion. "It means a lot hearing that from someone like you."
Aubrey Garcia wraps her free hand around Dallas Gold's, giving it a gentle squeeze before looking back at the road ahead, taking care not to speed as they make their way toward their destination. The silence between them is comfortable and reassuring, filling the space with a sort of quiet understanding that everything is finally...alright.