Oh...hello there!

What's this you ask?

Well, if you must know, this is me (a lonely female) writing a chapter for an erotic Wattpad story instead of actually hanging out with people on Valentine's Day like a normal teenage girl.

*cries at the fact that I'll forever be alone at midnight*

THIS IS NOT REAL AND DOESN'T FOLLOW ALONG WITH THE STORYLINE!!

I just thought it would be cute to write them in a special, hypothetical situation like this for valentine's day

anyways enjoy;)

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"ALEXANDER!" I yell once I finish curling my last strand of hair. "Are you ready—" I stop mid sentence as I walk out of the bathroom and into his office where he's sitting at his desk.

I shoot a glare in his direction.

You've got to be kidding me.

"You're not ready yet?" I scold as I place my hands on my hips. "WE HAVE DINNER RESERVATIONS AT 7:00, AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN DRESSED!"

He doesn't even bother to stop his typing on his computer as he says to me, "I'll get dressed in just a minute, El, just let me finish this."

I glare at him even harder now.

Damn, Eli. You need to keep your man in check!

"ITS OUR FIRST VALENTINES DAY AS A MARRIED COUPLE, AND YOU'RE TREATING IT AS IF IT MEANS NOTHING TO YOU!"

He lets out a chuckle at me as he continues typing. "Was that my Valentine's Day gift, busting my eardrums?"

I cross my arms over my chest and pout.

Oh no he didn't...

"Fine. We just won't do anything then," I whine. I turn around with a huff and storm off towards our bedroom before slamming the door shut behind me.

Scold him, girl. Scold him until the sun rises.

I flop down our bed face first and wrap myself up in the comforter like a burrito. To hell with my hair and makeup, to hell with my nice and quite scandalous dress that accentuates my cleavage very well that I may or may not have bought just for him. If he doesn't appreciate it, that's fine. That's what the full bottle of red wine in our refrigerator is for—

"Angel," I hear Alexander say from underneath my blanket wrap as he enters our room. My ears perk up sightly and my heart starts to flutter--but I make no effort to unravel myself.

Damnit, why does my body have to react to him in this way? I promise he could say the word fungus and I'd get turned on.

"Angel, will you please look at me," he says as he sits down on the edge of the bed next to my burrito self. I feel him put his hand on the comfort and shake my body slightly. But I just pout and flinch away.

"I'm sorry, your angel isn't here right now," I sarcastically snap back. " Come back later when you actually care to pay attention to her." I wrap the comforter tighter around myself and turn away from him even though I know he can't see me anyways.

I hear him chuckle like he did before, which makes me even angrier. I hate when he laughs at me. I hate it even more that his laugh is so fucking adorable.

Suddenly, I feel a new warmth enrapture my body. His body--wrapped mine.

"Please don't be mad at me, El," he pleads as he squeezes my wrapped body, hugging me close.

My cheeks flame up.

Shit.

"Get off of me, you big baby! Don't make me kick you in the no, no square," I threaten. He holds me tighter. "I'm serious, I will do it. This is your final warning--"

"Don't you want to know what your gift is?" he interrupts me. I quickly shut up.

Oooo, me likely.

"Gift?" I question.

"Gift." He repeats.

Slowly, I find the opening of the comforter and peak only my eyes out. I see him wrapped around me like a clingy puppy, and once he sees my eyes, he imminently smiles.

"Does this gift have any chocolate involved, perhaps?" I ask with a hopeful brow raise. He grins and takes the end of the comfort and pulls it down so the rest of my face is now uncovered. He gives me a tiny peak on the nose which causes my entire body to flush.

"It does, angel. It does."

I grin widely and that's all it takes. I throw the comforter off my body and imminently tackle him down on the bed before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. He grips my hips in his hands as I straddle on top of him while kissing me back with just as much passion--maybe even more.

"I love you," he says against my lips and I smile.

"And I love chocolate," I tease which causes him to pull back. He arches his eyebrow at me and shoots me a glare but I just grin. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too, you big dork." I kiss him again but this time, he flips me over so he's now on top of me. I let out a squeal as he tickles my side slightly, which then causes him to laugh.

"You look absolutely stunning by the way, love. I'm almost too afraid to take you out in that dress--" he pauses and kisses my exposed breast bone. "-- don't want other men drooling over what's mine."

I laugh but also shiver slightly at his touch. "Mind breaking the desert after dinner rule just this once?" I ask him and he shutters. I raise my head up off the bed a little to whisper in his ear. "I just got the sudden craving for something sweet."

His body vibrates against mine as he lets out a low chuckle.

"Gladly."

He captures my wrists in his hands and pins them above my head before capturing my lips in his again roughly. I moan against his lips as he presses his already hardened member against me.

Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?

He bites down on my bottom lip and rolls it between his teeth before pulling away, leaving me panting.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Wife," he says and I can't help but blush and smirk from his words. I roll my eyes.

"Just shut and kiss me," I say with a little laugh. He then grins and obliges very quickly to my command.

"Yes, ma'am."

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Whip out the candles and scatter the rose petals because A and E are about to partake in the *lowers voice to a whisper* aCt oF LovE mAkIng...

Hope you enjoyed this little bonus chapter I just threw together for you guys.

I know I enjoyed writing it;)

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Oh--and one more thing...

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!