Fourteen Valentine's Day love-letter drabbles (attempting
to cover all my fandoms).
Am-Chau Yarkona (amchau@popullus.net)
Aragorn/Legolas
Greetings, Legolas Greenleaf!
Ah, fair elf, you have captured my poor mortal heart and
dragged it away with you. I pray, treasure and do not harm it.
As Elrond expects, I have said such things to Arwen, also;
she believes and declines them gracefully, saying that I must be King of Gondor
before she accepts me. I will be King, it is fated thus, and I dare say I will
marry her; but in the meantime, I prefer to fill my dreams with images of you,
with your golden hair and light voice.
Please visit Rivendell again this spring.
Estel.
* * *
BJ/Peggy
Dear Peggy,
On this day, like every other day but even more so, you're
on my mind. Sadly, it's not possible for you to be on any other part of me,
however much I might enjoy that. I can't find any roses over here, but Rosie's
Bar is cheap and easy to get to. I'll be sure to drink a toast—or two or three
or four or five—to you.
Buy yourself some flowers—those pinky-coloured roses you
like best—and have a drink, and remember that I'm remembering you, and that I
love you still.
Much love,
BJ.
* * *
Clark/Lex
Dear Lex,
I'm supposed to be writing a story about a girl who's won
some big scholarship—Perry says I need more practise with human interest
stories. It's boring.
Don't take that the wrong way, I'm glad to have the job,
but today I want to be with you. I'd like to be kissing you now, stroking you,
teasing, sucking, licking, nipping, touching you all over except where you most
want it until you're spread wide and begging for me to touch your cock, fuck
you, carefully first, then harder
Damn, Lois is coming. I'll see you tonight, okay?
Clark.
* * *
Eve/Harmony
Wolfram and Hart Internal Memo
To: Harmony
From: Eve
Sorry I didn't see you
last night—the Big Broody Boss was fretting about ethics again,
surprise. I promise you, though (and I may be evil but I don't lie) we'll get
together tonight for a girl's night in bed. I'd offer you something sooner, but
that self-help book you lent me said you'd prefer to wait.
Shame; my office is nice with the curtains shut.
Make sure you get the fresh pig's blood in the fridge
quickly, won't you? And get those triplicate forms up to Wesley—they're
getting urgent.
* * *
Han/Luke
Dear Luke,
Excuse a pirat's rough handwriting: your student said you
weren't to be reached by comm. unit, so I'm back to my questshible pen and paper
skills.
I wanted to let you now that I haven't forgotten wat
promised at New Year. We will get away for a vacashon this spring, even if it's
only a night out on the town.
Tonight, for example. There are some good bars right here
on Coruscant, espeshelly if I get to chose were we go. Meet me in our quarters
at eight this evenening. Don't dress like a Jedi.
Yours, Han Solo.
* * *
Hawkeye/Trapper
Dear Trapper,
Everyone seems to be writing letters to their wives and
girlfriends at the moment. Writing to Dad just doesn't seem the same, somehow.
I still miss you; you made Korea almost bearable, and
although I find other things (alcohol, BJ's practical jokes, more alcohol) even
drinking until I can't stand up isn't quite the same without you to fall down
with.
I don't actually wish you were here—I wouldn't wish that
on anyone—and I can't honestly say I wish I was over there with you, not least
because of Louise, but I do miss you.
Hawkeye.
* * *
Lionel/Martha
Martha my dear,
I know you'll be going out tonight for dinner, but just
allow to me say this: I'm sorry I can't be the one who by your side as you walk
into the restaurant (looking, if this is possible, even more beautiful than
usual), who feeds you morsels from my fork, who kisses you over coffee.
I treasure my images of you: the way I'm sure you'll blush
when you read this, the hurried way you'll hide it from your husband and then
bury or burn it late tonight when you return from Metropolis.
Yours sincerely,
Lionel Luthor.
* * *
Lorne/Angel
Angelcakes,
You really need to lighten up a little. You made poor Eve a
miserable wreck last night (you know you did; just because she doesn't show it
doesn't mean it wasn't there—girl came past my office at gone one o'clock this
morning, and she was singing country music under her breath).
Look at your calendar. Know what that date means? It means
it's the day for a date, that's what. Meet me in the entrance hall tonight.
Dress for dancing.
Don't be scared, my sweet lovemuffin—you can fight, you
can dance if you try hard enough.
Lorne.
* * *
Neville/Draco
Dear Draco,
Isn't it typical of us that we should manage to cock up
something as simple as spending Valentine's Day together? I know you'll be
sneering at this and pretending that it's a good thing, because you don't do
sloppy romantic love anyway, but it still seems somehow symbolic.
Especially since I'm now completely alone here. Harry's
gone off to spend a day kissing and cuddling with Hermione.
No, of course that's not an invitation. On no account must
you escape your guards—who are after all there for your own protection—and
come and visit me.
Yours,
Neville.
* * *
Q/Picard
Captain,
As you suggested, I did some research on your Earth customs
(no, proper research. By visiting) and I discovered that today is a significant
date. February 14th, St. Valentine's holy day. The day of lovers.
I considered the surprise party, but then I thought it
would be more fun to watch you worrying about when I'd turn up and what you
should be wearing. So, here you go: consider this your warning, because it's all
you're getting.
I'll pick you up tonight and we'll go out for a 'date'.
Whether you like it or not.
Your exciting friend,
Q.
* * *
Remus/Sirius
Dear Sirius,
I'm aware that, sadly, by the time my poor post owl reaches
you it won't be February the fourteen any more. However, I want to say this, and
now is as good a time as any.
When we last met, you appeared to have assumed that I
wouldn't be interested in continuing our relationship on the same terms as those
prior to our… split. At first, I thought you were right, but it's not so. The
more I think about you, the more I miss you.
I know you can't come home, Padfoot. But you could write.
Moony.
* * *
Spike/Fred
Fred,
Holding stuff is definitely getting easier with practise. I
think I could touch someone now, if I tried hard enough—I wrote all of that
without dropping the pen once.
Angel was in a foul mood today, wasn't he? I bet it's
because Eve refused to sleep with him again—she's banging Harmony, you know.
Funny, before that I could almost respect her.
Anyway—since this is in the tray you sort yourself—I'm
grateful for your help. When I get a little more solid, I'll give you a hug (and
a squeeze and a kiss) for that.
Spike.
* * *
Spock/Kirk
Jim,
I will not be leaving my post on February 14th this year,
even for a few hours. There is work that must be done and it would be illogical
to abandon it for some human mating ritual which—unlike the biologically
determined Pon Farr—could be conducted at any other time.
I am confident that you will understand this, and accept it
with the dignity appropriate to your newfound standing as Admiral James T. Kirk.
However, if the logic of my position is not enough, I apologise, and will
attempt to accept your invitation at some future date.
Spock.
* * *
Wesley/Buffy
Buffy,
Thank you for your letter—even if you are no longer the
only Slayer, I do feel that it is
important for those of us with access to relevant mystical documents
keep in touch with the people on the 'business end' of the work, so to
speak.
You'll also right in thinking that I also have more
personal reasons for wanting to stay in touch; I know our parting was far from
ideal, but I always felt that we could be good friends (or perhaps more) if you
were open to it.
I hope you'll write back soon.
Wesley.