Valentine's Day

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It beats me black and blue

But it fucks me so good

And I can't get enough 

Must be love on the brain




   Mira could smell the sickly sweet scent of chocolate and Prada Candy perfume emitting from outside her bedroom. She could hear Veronica running back and forth through different rooms trying to make sure she had everything packed for her overnight stay at Archie's even though she had told Hiram she would be home at night. Not that he would care since his mind would be occupied with something else. As they got ready for their separate dates, Veronica blasted Ariana Grande love songs that rivaled the volume of Mira's The Weeknd sex playlist. Clearly, the two were going into this Valentine's day with different intentions. 

   Veronica had chosen a pink, girly dress for her date, whereas Mira had chosen a very short black one that she had paired with thigh-high stockings that clipped onto her garter belt underneath. It was a tease she was sure Hiram would love. Veronica wore Prada Candy; Mira wore Black Opium, a much sexier scent. Veronica applied pink tones of blush and sparkly eyeshadow, but Mira attempted a sultry look with a light tint of red lipstick. 

   Yes, Veronica was Enid and Mira was Wednesday. 

   She too had packed herself an overnight bag. Although Hiram had been pretty discrete about what he had planned for them, he had told her they would be spending the night together which was more than perfect considering they wouldn't have to come back to whatever Hermione had in store for him. God, that woman enraged her. 

   She had seen Hermione come home with a few things Mira was sure she was planning on using for her Valentine's day surprise and it honestly pissed her off. Not because she was jealous... well maybe a little, but because Hermione had no idea what she was even doing for her ex-husband no less. She had bought wine and champagne, neither of which were Hiram's favorites. He barely even tolerated wine, he was much more of a whiskey or scotch type of guy. She had purchased an assortment of cute mini cheesecakes, when he was very much a dark molten chocolate lover. For fuck's sake, Mira had even caught a glimpse of the lingerie she had purchased. Pink! Even Mira knew his favorite color was red.

   Honestly, she couldn't even feel guilty about what she was doing. This woman had no idea who her ex-husband even was anymore. Which was understandable considering the fact she had been out of the picture for so long, giving her time to her many boyfriends over the years. If Hiram had been a cheesecake and wine lover at some point, it surely was a long time ago.

   Suddenly, Mira received a text from Hiram that a car was waiting for her outside. So after zipping up her overnight bag, sliding on her heels and coat, she walked out of her room and hurried downstairs.

   "Bye, Veronica!" she called behind her.

   "Bye, Mira! Have fun getting your back blown out!" Veronica shouted from her bedroom.

   "Thanks, you too!"

   The car was indeed waiting for her outside, not in the driveway, but just outside the property gates and out of the security camera's view. The back windows were also blacked out which helped, but Mira was careful not to open the door too much as she stepped inside. The first thing she noticed was the bouquets. Pink roses, red roses, and white roses were all waiting inside for her along with some champagne, berries, whipped cream, and of course, Hiram. 

   "Hiram!" She exclaimed after shutting the door, smiling like an idiot at the sweet gesture. 

   "I know it's a bit much," he said.

   "No," she went to straddle his lap, placing her legs on either side of him. The dress rode up her thighs and flashed the clipped stockings. "I love it." She kissed him, tenderly. 

   "I'm glad," he said, sliding his hands up the sides of her legs and against her bum. "You look really good," his eyes took in her sultry appearance and his hands gave her ass a gentle squeeze. She smiled and kissed him again, placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as the car moved through the streets of Riverdale. 

   "Where are we going?" she asked and reached over to the bowl of strawberries to bite into one. 

   He leaned in and kissed the juice from her lips. "It's a surprise," he said, in between kisses. "One that you almost ruined."

   She stopped kissing him. "What?"

   "Your plan with Reggie. I thought I might have to cancel."

   "Woah, wait," she said, realizing what he was implying. "You already had this all planned before that phone call at the table?" 

   "Yeah," he said as if it was obvious. Damn, she guessed she didn't have to go through the effort of making him jealous. He already wanted to spend Valentine's day with her rather than Hermione.

   "Awwweeeee," she shrieked in excitement and hugged him. "You're the cutest!"

   He tensed right under her, clearly not loving how emasculated she was making him feel. "Yeah, yeah, okay." So, to make him feel better, she kissed him again. This time, more seductively, slower, taking her time to play with his tongue and giving his lip a gentle bite as she pulled away from him. She could already feel how much he liked the kiss. She was sitting on top of him, after all, with her underwear pressed against the slowly forming bulge in his pants. He tried to go in for another kiss, but she pushed him back against the seat. 

   "Relax," she told him, reaching for his collar and loosening his tie just enough so that she could unbutton the collar, which was ridiculously difficult with her acrylics but she managed. He watched as she took a strawberry and dipped it into the bowl of whipped cream before running it down his neck. Placing her tongue against his skin, she licked the trail of whipped cream off his neck, kissing, and biting as she did. She felt his hands tighten their hold on her legs, his fingers digging into her as he tipped his neck back for more. 

   "Don't be selfish, Hiram," she said, taking more whipped cream onto the strawberry. But this time, she trailed it against her own skin, down her neck and cleavage. "It's my turn." 

   He pulled her closer against him, the space between her parted legs pressing even harder against his erection. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as his tongue licked her clean, spending extra time on her breasts. She felt his hands pull the straps of her dress from her shoulders and push down her neckline, along with her bra, revealing her breasts. He didn't even bother to go back for more whipped cream, but continued to lick and kiss and suck the newly exposed skin of her breasts. 

   "Fuck, Hiram," she moaned. She wasn't the biggest fan of car sex. Having spent so many nights with him in his bed had made her standards of where they had sex just a tad bit higher. But with the way he was handling her body and the feeling of his erection between her legs, she was more than willing to do anything he wanted in any moving vehicle. She moved her hips, rubbing herself against his erection and earning a groan from him. He pulled away from her breasts and kissed her instead. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her hips again.

   "Don't do that," he said, using his grip on her legs to hold her in place.

   "Why?"

   "Because I'll end up fucking you right here in the car."

   She bit her lip, his words making her tingle between her legs. "And why is that such a bad thing?"

    "Because I want to take my time with you tonight." Carefully, he pulled the straps of her dress back onto her shoulders.

   "Hiram," she said. "Respectfully, I would like to get railed more than once."

   Hiram forced back a smile, "Understood. But not here."

   "Fine," she fixed her bra and the neckline of her dress. "Then no more teasing or I might just rip your clothes off."

   This time he laughed. "Alright fair enough." What he did next surprised her. He took a strand of her hair and moved it away from her face and looking into her eyes, he softly kissed her. There was nothing erotic about it. It was sweet. Caring even. It made her goddamn heart race. "Take a seat, I'll pour you a glass of champagne."

   Nodding, she removed herself from his lap and took a seat next to him. She thanked him for the champagne that he handed her and took a large sip. She rested her head back against the seat, looked up at the starry ceiling of the car, and sighed. "Too many sex scenes huh?" she shook her head. God damn lazy authors. 

   "Huh?" Hiram questioned.

   "Nothing."

   Soon after, the car pulled to a stop. The partition between them and the driver blocked the view of where they had arrived, but from the side windows all Mira could see were trees. Evidently, they were in a forest. She just hoped to god this wasn't a camping trip. She certainly was not dressed for the wilderness and there was no way in hell she could outrun a bear in these heels. Hiram hopped out of the car first and extended a hand to Mira to help her out.

   To her surprise, in front of her stood a moderately sized cabin-style house. In all honesty, it reminded her of a smaller, more cozy version of the Cullen's home from Twilight. It was just as sleek and modern, but with a little less glass and a bit more warmth. It was perfect and she couldn't help but look at it with the biggest smile.

   "This is so romantic," she said, feeling his arms snake around her waist from behind her. 

   "So you like it then?" he kissed her neck. "One night, just the two of us alone in our own space."

   "It's better than anything I could've asked for," she turned towards him and kissed him. "Thank you."

   "I'm glad, but don't thank me yet. There's more." Without warning, he swooped her off her feet and carried her into the house. She barely had time to look around as he carried her to the kitchen to pour them a glass of wine, but from what she saw the place was beautiful. He placed her on the countertop so he could uncork the wine. He certainly was in for it today, because when wine and her mixed, they created an insanely horny concoction. However, with the way he had his sleeves rolled up as he uncorked the wine, she didn't even need the wine to feel some type of way. 

   "Hiram," she reached for his arm and pulled him over to her. There was a large part of her that did not want him to take his time with her. She wanted him to touch her now and have his way with her now. Taking his face in her hands, she pulled him to her level and kissed him. It wasn't a sweet kiss. No, she kissed him like she wanted it. She left him with no choice but to kiss her back the way she kissed him. Then, taking her hand, she slid it over the bulge in his pants. 

   "Eager, are we?" he said and she rolled her eyes. 

   "I just want to make use of all this time and space that we have," she said. He kissed her one last time before receding to her neck and using his hands to spread her legs apart. She reached for his belt, but he caught her wrist and firmly held it in place. "Hiram, c'mon," she whined.

   "When did you get so bratty?" 

   She laughed. "Oh, so you think I'm bratty? Need I remind you of the countless times I've heard you say Please Mira," she mocked him. "Fuck, Mira keep-" She sucked in a breath as he slowly rubbed her between her legs, while biting into her neck a little rougher than usual. 

   "Hmm?" he said, moving her panties aside and continuing. 

   "Keep going."

   "Are you mocking me or telling me?"

   She bit her lip, "Begging."

   "Yeah?" He slid his hands under her dress and pulled off her underwear, lowering himself between her legs as he did so. She rested her head against the cabinet behind her as he pulled her to the edge of the counter and teasingly kissed the area around where she wanted it most. "Please, Hiram," she sighed, immediately regretting how she had just mocked him. He licked up between her folds, his tongue feeling so incredibly hot against her, but it was so painfully slow. 

   "Do you want me to fuck you, Mira?" he said, reverting back to just kissing her between her legs. 

   "Yes," she breathed. 

   "Are you going to behave for me?"

   Her body was dying for him to continue. She had gotten used to having sex with him whenever she wanted, but now that Hermione was back in the picture, she couldn't exactly just walk into his room whenever she pleased. But that didn't make her body want him any less. Fuck, she would do anything he wanted her to do. "Yes," she moaned as he continued kissing and licking her. 

   He stopped what he was doing and stood up straight before picking her up again and laying her down against the kitchen table this time. He spread her legs apart and watched her as she waited for him in anticipation while he undid his belt. However, it seemed the universe was conspiring against her because before his belt could even come off, the doorbell rang.

   "Fuck," Hiram said, buckling his belt back up.

   "Seriously?" Mira exclaimed. "Who even is that?"

   "The sushi chef," he helped her off the table. 

   "Awe, you got us a private sushi chef?" she smiled as the doorbell rang again. "Shit okay, I'm gonna go get my underwear off the floor... and maybe wipe down the countertop."

   "Good idea."

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So, I'm behind in writing and this isn't going to get done anytime soon so I decided to split this chapter into two parts. Here's the first part hope you enjoy.

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