Disclaimer: The words are my valentine, cause they be mine. Twilight and Catward ain't.

She tasted like white chocolate.

Her relationship with sweet treats was the only explanation I could come up with for it.

I wanted her to be my sweet treat.

Even more so now that I knew her taste.

Her hair was up; I wanted it down.

Wanted to be able to feel it in my hands, between my fingers, brushing against any part of my skin.

Besides, how unfair was it that she got to grope my hair, when I couldn't reciprocate?

Not fair at all, I say.

An idea popped into my head, something I'd been longing to try.

And, since we seemed to be at a new plateau as far as trying new things with each other, I figured why the hell not?

She made the most adorable sound when I slowly pulled back from the white chocolate tang of her mouth.

"Uh-uh," she mumbled, grasp in my hair tightening as she scooted closer.

I dodged her lips, in favor of sampling her neck.

For too many months, I'd been seeing and wanting and craving her elongated and pretty neck.

And now, I could finally have it.

Now, I finally had her.

Or, I hoped so at least.