Saint Valentine

Epilogue

"Val! VAL!! You lunatic! Did I not tell you that you have to be careful about what you put in the washing machine!?" She hit me in the side with the basket piled up with clothes, "All my whites are now pink because of that freaking red pair of underwear up put in there!!"

"What?! Aw, noo, I was so close!" I exclaimed looking at my girlfriend sadly.

"That isn't an apology! Does this look like a game to you Val?! I HATE pink you narcissistic dickhead!!" she screamed punching my arm.

I pouted, jutting out my bottom lip a little, and for just a second she stopped, and I could hear her visually draw her breath in. She snapped out of it and glared at me, I chucked, "Sorry, darling."

She sighed, shaking her head and teased, "Why do you have red underwear, again? Trying to be superman?"

I frowned at her confused, "That's not mine."

Cassandra picked up the pair, looking at it closely, and blushed, "Dammit. They're mine."

I laughed loudly, and repeated her words, "Trying to be superman, Cas?" In nearly the year we've been together, I've adopted the nickname Cas, for her. The reasons are in twofold: One, she told me that Cassandra made her feel like an old lady with a fossilised boyfriend. I pointed out to her that I was practically fossilised, and she slapped me, which I expected from her completely. Two, she hates it. Actually, isn't that reason enough?

I glanced at my watch, looking at the time, "We have to leave in an hour, don't you have to go get ready?"

She looked at me scathingly, putting the laundry basket on the table and started folding them,"I should be asking you the same thing Mr 'I take a fucking century in front of the mirror trying to flatten my mop of hair.'"

I frowned, consciously patting down my hair, "I do not!"

She sniggered, putting a hand in front of her mouth as if I wouldn't know she was grinning like a Cheshire cat behind it. I raked my eyes down her face, she was as beautiful as ever. Her chestnut hair is a messy bun, black rimmed glasses that hung low on the tip of her nose, her eyes were shining with this independence and intelligence that I had grown accustomed to. She wasn't like the shallow, self centred goddesses I had grown up with. Cassandra is truly an universe apart,"Of course you don't."

Her tone was mocking, as it always is when she's trying to push my buttons,"Wear something nice tonight."

She narrowed her eyes at me, "You're really not going to tell me where we're going? You know I hate surprises."

I scoffed,"You love surprises you little imp."

"At least I don't have a God complex like you!" she exclaimed, throwing a pair of her white knickers at me, and then snatching them from me realising that it was a pair of panties that she threw.

I smirked, "I am a God, remember?"

"Were," she corrected, incorrectly.

"Actually I still am a God. I haven't been de-winged yet," I explained to her confused pretty face.

"Then why haven't I ridden you yet?" 

The smirk on my face grew, as did the heat in my lower abdomen. I replied in a tone more husky than normal, "You can ride me any time you like..."

"But-...Shut up Val!!" Her face dawned in realisation, and her cheeks pinked.

I grinned wickedly and winked,"Sorta expected you to say, 'Been there done that."

Her blush deepened and she punched me yet again, and harder, in my shoulder. I winced, truly, she hit hard, and that's saying something,"I'm er... Going to get ready now."