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*February 14, 2003*

It was Valentine's Day, and Amy couldn't have been happier. She'd been living with Adam for two weeks now, and it couldn't have been more perfect.

The tall blond man had taken her out for the special love-filled day, to dinner and a movie afterward. He'd also surprised her with a lovely, exquisite gold bracelet.

The truth was, the redhead felt a little bad. All she had given him was a stuffed Sylvester the Cat wearing a red satin bow tie and red satin boxers with white hearts on them. It was cute, but nowhere near as good and nice a gift as he'd gotten her.

They were greeted by Branny and Luger at the door, the two dogs excited they were back home. After showering some good, playful attention on them for awhile, the couple retreated to the living room to relax.

"I still feel kinda bad," Amy admitted sheepishly. She leaned her head against Adam's strong shoulder, and the blond man arched a brow as he gazed down at her.

"About what?"

"Today," she replied. "My Valentine's Day gift to you. And meanwhile, you went all out for me." She wrinkled her nose. "I'm such a bad girlfriend."

"You are *not*," the tall Canadian protested. His gaze was fond as he fixed his green eyes on her, a small smile playing at his lips. Damn, but she was adorable. Her self-effaciveness was also doing funny things to his heart. "You, Amy Christine Dumas," he continued, placing a hand beneath her chin to tilt her head up so their eyes met, "are the *best* girlfriend in the world." He moved forward to capture her lips with his own, a sigh building up inside of him as she responded in kind. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss, smiling as he felt one of her hands come up to cup his cheek.

When the kiss broke, he smiled softly at her.

"Today was all about *you*, Ames... And besides, I love what you got me - Sylvester's my favorite Looney Tunes character."

The redhead laughed softly, her palm still flat against his warm, stubbly cheek. She felt as though she were glowing. This man made her feel so very good. And the best part was that he didn't even have to go anywhere near out of his way to accomplish that.

"I did enjoy myself today - and tonight," she said. "You're one hell of a boyfriend." She smiled again and brought her face closer to his to gently nuzzle his nose with her own.

Adam pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and then the tip of her nose. His breath felt hot against her face as he spoke again.

"Well, the night is still young," he said softly, his tone perfectly readable and full of lust. "And I intend to make it last and last..." He placed another kiss on her, this time on her cheek, then her lips.

Amy shuddered pleasantly at his words, her toes threatening to curl at that love-filled promise. The things he was doing to her with nothing more than his voice... She held her breath in anticipation, all trembly. She could hardly wait to get to the bedroom. Of course, they *could* stay right *here*. In the mere two weeks they'd been living together, they'd already made love in several places in the house.

They grew more passionate as the minutes passed, and Adam lowered the redhead on her back. He hovered over her, tilting his head to get a better angle at her ear, which he lavished with his tongue and teeth, gently nipping the soft flesh. This went on for several minutes, and Amy let out a contented sigh as she savored the sensations. And then, the blond man let out a groan, but to her ear, it didn't sound to be one of pleasure.

The redhead eyed her boyfriend with concern as he craned his neck. His handsome face looked slightly pained as he rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand.

"Aww, baby," she crooned. "What's the matter?"

"Damn achy, stiff neck," he replied with a wince.

Amy sat up in an instant, reaching her hands out to him.

"How about a massage?"

He shifted his green eyes back to her, a small smile touching his lips.

"That sounds... so nice," he admitted. "Fine - you do me, and afterward..." His smile broadened to a huge, toothy grin, his brows raising suggestively. "... *I* do *you*."