Surprisingly, Scaramouche had decided to treat you to a night out for Valentine's Day. To think that he wasn't the kind of guy to celebrate such a holiday. Or maybe he only did it to satisfy you. Either way, it was an enjoyable experience with him.

As you two returned home Scaramouche instantly led you into the bedroom before closing the door behind you, keeping the lights turned off. He quickly took off whatever uncomfortable dress clothes he had been wearing and threw them carelessly into the laundry basket, the sound of his body weight sinking into the bed filling the otherwise quiet room.

"Come here..."

He mumbled quietly, his voice most likely muffled by the blankets. He raised his head in the dark to peer at you, the sides of his mouth tugging downward to form a frown.