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Happy commercialized holiday where we celebrate sweet poems, hitting on someone else's wife and getting your head chopped of!

Can't you feel the love?

1) Post with your character, name and canon in the subject line
2) Reply to other people, don't be a stingy ass, it's a holiday for giving!
3)?????
4) Profit

Some ideas for you indecisive types to RNG;

1) Chocolates: You couldn't think of anything more awesome, so you went out and bought your lover some candy. Hopefully they like chocolate. You made sure to check before hand, right? Hope so.

2) Poetry: Some say there's nothing more romantic than a sweet little poem expressing all those feelings! Unless you're shit at writing in which case you might want to stick to...

3) Greeting Card: You are the lowest of the low. You ran to Walgreens ten minutes before you showed up at your lovers house and picked out the first card that looked good. Or maybe you just suck at Valentines day? Either way, hope you brought something good with it.

4) Sex: You're either cheap or good in bed, but you've decided for valentines day you're going to give your significant other the gift of you.

5) Wild Card: Make something up.

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[ They had been working on Erik's disdain for chocolate for some time, while a little progress had been made in the cafe it was still readily apparent that Erik was inclined to avoid it as best he could. It was, in Charles opinion, such a silly thing to be afraid of. It would be different if the chocolate itself just didn't appeal to Erik, but they both knew his adversities lied so much deeper than that. There was no way they could change what happened, and Charles wasn't so cruel as to tamper with Erik's memories in anyway-- and so he had decided over time to replace those painful thoughts with something kinder, gentler. Replace the tense and achy feeling with that of affection and kindness. Together they could make new, better memories for Erik; at least that was his goal.

He awoke early, allowing himself time enough to disentangle himself from Erik and prep for what could be a long-- but hopefully fantastic-- morning. Crawling back into the bed he pulls himself across the top of the sheets, over his lover and settles his weight down on his hips. Leaning in there's the smallest brush of his lips as he tries to ease him into the land of the waking. ] Erik--- It's time to wake up.

[ Erik had been explicit in stating that it wasn't fear that made him uncomfortable with the dessert, but that it was simply the memories that came back, the fact that Shaw had been specific in associating the taste with his mother. It was that relationship that made him hesitant, knowing how close Charles had become to him, almost to the point where the love he had for his mother could easily substitute for the near unconditional loyalty and affection he had come to associate with his lover. They could fight about it all they wanted, but Erik was resolute in his stance, and they'd temporarily take relief from each other.

He's a light sleeper, always has been, much like his refusal to adapt to a taste, but since Erik began to slowly shift his belongings over to Charles' bedroom, his behavior in sleeping began to change as well. The slightest movements never awoke him, and he could easily stay in bed for minutes, hours longer. Erik only began to stir once Charles' settled back on him, shifting slightly, one hand drawn over his eyes to block out the morning sun. Lips curling instinctively into a smile at the touch of Charles' lips to his own, he's still partially asleep, but the movements have him reacting. ]

It's too early for you.

Quite. [ He couldn't agree more, but planning and surprises required more effort than the usual little bit here or there. He lowered his mouth again, letting his tongue tease along the very edge of his lower lip. He knows how to rouse Erik easily enough by now-- and while sometimes either of them could be quite stubborn about their sleep, both had enough of a sexual appetite to disregard such things in the face of obvious pleasure. There's another brush of his tongue, though this is accompanied by the soft smell of something sweet, a little bit of flavor against Charles' lips. He pushes his mouth down, trying to deepen the kiss, nudging at Erik's own mouth with his tongue-- the faintest bitterness of cocoa with the sweetness of refined sugars blended with what was undoubtedly a bit of liquor all prevalent in his own mouth and against his tongue. ]

Good morning.

[ Letting out a sigh of contentment, he allows Charles to have his way, openly encouraging him as he draws his hands through his hair, tangling his fingers in the thick strands to pull him close, enough to to urge Charles on. They've always had that sort of intimate knack for each other, the ability to understand each other on a level no one else quite manages, where simple movements could turn them on with ease, and such a kiss right now is enough for Erik. ] Good morning.

[ Charles has always tasted sweet, not necessarily in the vein of the words, but the man has tasted like the type of foods Erik avoids, chocolate, tea; all foods he never cares for but the flavor is tolerable against his lips. Parting his own lips, Erik suckles Charles' tongue, drawing it into his mouth for a cursory taste. ]

You taste nice.

I'm glad you think so, [ His tone is almost purred out, even if it's a mention connection, the heady tone was readily apparent. He moves his mouth against Erik's own casually, taking his time and letting the man taste him. ] I brought a breakfast, of sorts, or perhaps a very late desert. [ A soft chuckle is let out against Erik's lips, more so because he just feels a little lightheaded with his own arousal. Hips pressing down against Erik's it's a slow, teasing roll on his part. He reaches off to the side long enough to dip the tip of his index finger into the melted chocolate. Pulling it back he draws a line against his own lower lip, leaving a thin line there before licking what remained from the digit.

Another duck of his head as he captured a second kiss, leaving the chocolate against his lips for Erik to taste. ]

[ Before Erik could ask what Charles meant, he had pulled away, earning an annoyed groan from him as he grinds up. Fingers curling against Charles' wrist, Erik tilts his head to the side, catching sight of the chocolate and the aversion that ran through him once again. It wasn't enough to halt his arousal, when Charles was more than capable of keeping him turned on for hours, but the apprehension was palpable even as he brought his lips down to kiss Erik. ] -- Charles [ Hesitation apparent, Erik had no choice but to succumb to Charles' kiss, the affection he had for the other man capable of overriding his own fears; it's a tentative return at first, Erik's lips pressed firmly to Charles, his free hand brushing aside the stray strands that had fallen across his face. Slowly but surely Erik returns the kiss, lips parting to allow the taste of chocolate against his own. It wasn't so bad, he thought, when it was Charles he was kissing, that he could almost forget the taste of chocolate and just focus on the sensations. ]

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