{ YOU'RE SPAMTON }

February is a month.

Not a ordinary month.

But a special one.

And today? It's Valentine's Day.

The room was dim, casting a soft glow throughout the room from outside the window, and just on the bed was tenna who sat up with you over him in his lap.

Tenna’s antennas twitched nervously as he felt you shift slightly in his lap. Spamton's head tilted slightly with a seductive look appearing in his eye's.

Tenna’s screen flickered faintly as he noticed the look in your eyes.

.. Oh Tenna.. spamton said softly, voice smooth, almost amused. He shifted in his lap once more now leaning close, making his hands slide lightly up to Tenna's shoulders.

.. You look nervous, Spamton murmured, his voice dropping sightly as he stayed close.

His fingers rested on Tenna's shoulders, not gripping, just there warm, deliberate.

I didn't think tens was the one to being nervous.. Spamton said, shifting even more in his lap just enough to get a reaction out of him. A small, knowing smile curved across his face.

.. It's Valentine's Day. You continued softly. You didn't think I'd let the night end without.. celebrating, did you?

His hands went to Tenna's sides now making him go ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. Until his hands went back to his shoulders.

Relax Ant.. Spamton whispered, leaning in until your forehead nearly touched his screen for a face.

A pink flush appeared across Tenna's face.

His antennas curled inward, twitching rapidly as your forehead hovered just inches from his screen.

Quit your teasing.. Tenna said, trying to regain his control. Spamton didn’t pull away. Instead, his smirk deepened slightly.

Teasing? Spamton repeated softly. Oh, Tenna.. This is barley teasing.

His fingers slid from Tenna’s shoulders down to his arms, slow and deliberate, feeling the subtle tension there.

You're the one reacting.. Spamton murmured, voice low and smooth. I'm just sitting here.

The pink across Tenna's screen deepened.

.. You're impossible. Tenna muttered, though his hands would move to Spamton's waist, feeling him slowly.

Spamton’s breath hitched slightly when he felt Tenna’s hands settle at his waist. For a brief second, the smug confidence in his eyes flickered, not gone, just challenged.

Oh? You said, voice softer now. So you aren't so shy?

Tenna’s antennas finally went up, The pink glow across his screen dimmed into a warmer hue.

You talk like you’re in control, Tenna replied quietly, thumbs resting firm at Spamton’s sides. But you’re still the one sitting in my lap.

The shift in tone was subtle… but unmistakable.

Spamton tilted his head, smile returning, slower this time.

Maybe I like the view from here, you whispered getting closer to his screen.

Careful, he murmured. You started this, and I am not afraid to finish this.

Tenna leaned forward just enough to close the last inch of distance, his screen nearly brushing against Spamton’s forehead.

The movement was sudden. but not rough.

Tenna shifted his weight, guiding Spamton back onto the bed beneath him in one smooth motion. The sheets rustled softly as the balance changed.

For a brief second, Spamton looked surprised.

Then he smiled.

Oh, he breathed. So that's how it is?

Tenna hovered over him now, hands braced on either side of Spamton’s shoulders. His antennas stood tall, no longer twitching nervously. The pink glow across his screen had softened into something steady. Confident.

You keep talking like you’re in control, Tenna said quietly, voice low and composed. But you forgot something.

He leaned down slightly, just enough to close the space again. You’re the one who challenged me.

Spamton’s fingers slid lightly up Tenna’s arms, not resisting, just testing.

Tenna knew he needed to act fast because Spamton was only going to try getting the upper hand.

Tenna’s tail shifted deliberately, curling around Spamton’s waist and holding him gently against him.

While his hands pinned Spamton's just above him, So he could have the upper hand.

Finally, he leans down, and give's him kisses everywhere.