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A soft yet gleeful chuckle passed through Wales’ lips as she stepped into the bedroom, her wife, Claire, entering beside her.
It was their third Valentine’s Day while together, and she would consider it one of a kind.
In the last two, they exchanged chocolates. Last year, Claire also gave Wales a rather expensive pair of earrings and a necklace—adding to the amount of jewelry she already owns—which she cherished and wore for tonight’s date.
This year was different; Claire treated her to a lavish dinner at a high-end restaurant.
In a place like this, they were dressed formally for the occasion. The restaurant was peaceful, dimly lit by a few carefully placed candles. Not only that, the service was spectacular, the food was sublime, the wine was high-quality—Wales was careful enough not to get herself drunk—and, most of all, the couple enjoyed being in each other’s company.
The event still played out in Wales’ mind. It was one of the most romantic and memorable experiences the couple has had, next to the dates they go together during their anniversaries. She wouldn’t dare let it slip from her memory, and neither would Claire.
“So, Wales,” the Commander began, preparing to undress. “How’d you like the date?”
“It was splendid, Commander,” the battleship answered in approval. “I appreciate your gesture.”
“Heh. Don’t mention it.” Claire removed one article of clothing. “I had a great time too. I thought I’d try something kinda special for you this year.”
The British lady moved close to the Eagle Union woman before giving her a quick peck on her cheek. Claire blushed in response.
“You’re too kind,” Wales admired. Then, she jumped as if she spotted something. “Oh!”
It turns out the pinkish tint wasn’t the only thing Wales left on the Commander’s face—She also left behind a pale-red lip print where she kissed. Upon noticing, she laughed.
“Wait. What’s so funny?” asked Claire, puzzled.
“My apologies.” The golden blonde tried to keep herself together. “It seems I’ve marked your face.”
“Marked my face?” Claire looked in a nearby mirror. She immediately found the lipstick pigment stained on her cheek, her face reddening further. “Oh. I see now.”
Wales pondered, appearing to be plotting something.
“That gives me an idea,” smirked Wales. “Please, sit here.”
“All right, then.” Slightly nervous, Claire sat on the bed as per her wife’s request. “What are you planning on doing this time?”
“You’ll see in a moment. Just stay still for me,” Wales cooed.
Wales gently kissed her lover in several different spots, leaving more lip marks on her body. She started with her forehead, the other side of her face, and then her neck. She lightly stripped Claire in the process, gaining her lips access to her collarbone and closer to her chest area.
Like wildfire, the blush spread from Claire’s cheeks to her entire face, now burning red from the intimate display of affection. Her body tingled from the soft sensation of her wife’s lips pressing against her and all over. She was already familiar with these lips, but each kiss felt like it was the first time she had touched them.
Seeing the Commander’s expression, Wales giggled again.
“You’re quite adorable,” she teased. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“You’re cuter,” Claire countered wittily, having already contained herself despite being covered in red kisses.
Wales simply responded to the remark with her coquettish grin.
“Anyway, I have a gift for you as well.” The battleship turned around, the zipper of her short black dress facing the Commander. “Will you unwrap it for me, love?”
Claire’s eyes widened, realizing what her wife was indicating. Happily willing to fulfill this request, a smug smile formed on her face.
“Heh. Sure,” nodded Claire.
She got up and slowly pulled the zipper downwards. Wales turned back towards her, revealing a set of lacy black strapless lingerie as the dress fell to the floor.
Claire was mesmerized as she stepped back to get a better look. She ran her eyes over her wife’s already bewitching form. It wasn't the first time the Commander had seen her almost naked like this, but the risque underwear she wore tonight certainly added to the eroticism of the situation.
“How do I look, Commander?” Wales queried, staring enticingly at her lover.
The Commander trod closer to Wales again, her hands gingerly wandering through the thin cloth and her smooth skin from her waist to her hips.
“You look simply divine as always,” breathed Claire in adoration.
“That’s the Claire I know and love,” Wales purred, letting out a small chortle. “Thank you.”
“You left many kisses on my body,” the Commander started softly. “Yet, there was one spot you missed.”
“Oh? And what was it?” the battleship asked, prepared for the other woman’s further advances.
Claire drew Wales in with one hand still on her hip. With her other hand, she crooked her fingers under her chin to angle her head upwards. Eyes closed, she leaned down until her lips locked with Wales’.
Time has stopped at that moment, just for them. Clasping her lady’s waist, Claire soon lost herself in the soft, silken taste of her lips against hers. The couple could feel their warm combined breaths tickle each other’s faces. Their lips continued to brush against one another, the traces of wine in their mouths enough to make them drunk with passion.
Melting into the kiss, Wales’ hands roamed through the Commander’s chest and glided to her shoulders, continuing to undress her partner. Slowly.
Once the two women landed on the bed, they reckoned their night wasn’t complete—Oh, no. Not yet.
Tonight had more in store for them.