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The door opened up to a large suite full of warm lighting, comfortable leather, plush carpet, mirrors, and glass cases full of odd collections from various ends of the globe. In short, it was a set of rooms that went well with the confirmed hedonist that occupied them. The man himself was relaxing in a chair, his coat was for once off prior to Candace's attentions, book in hand. At the woman's entrance, his carefully marked his page and removed his reading glasses, placing both to the side.

The smile he gave her was darkly amused, "Wicked girl, have you decided to make me your Valentine?"

At the mention of plans, his eyes grew speculative, sliding down her figure and then slowly working back up to the playful look on her face that didn't nearly conceal her hungry determination. The doctor's hand settled on her hip as his lips curled with terrible satisfaction, "Plans change."

Even as he enjoyed the close, teasing warmth of her, the position was not lost on him. The admiration in his gaze wasn't limited to the woman's physical attraction, which was no small thing on its own, but also the the subtle ways she straddled the lines between playful predator and gasping prey.

"Well played, my dear," he murmured, voice low and rough at the edges. "I'd rather you show me."

Grinning down at her, he watched her walk away, taking his own sweet time following. Humming softly as he went, he paused at the bar, finger tracing the rim of a glass in silent consideration before trailing across the counter and snatching a rose out of a vase. He toyed with it as he made his way to the bedroom and finally pushed open the door.

The sight that greeted him was a definite treat for the eyes, teasing him to come closer. To touch, toy, and slide against the soft, proud curves of her body. To taste all that lie within. The doctor lifted the rose and clenched its stem between his teeth with an almost boyish grin, striding toward her to take all her gift offered and much more beside.

"Always my dear..." he drawled, removing the rose with a flourish as he smoothly bent down to lift her up, hands sliding under her thighs. "The ways in which I plan to do so are many," the hands tightened, his lips and teeth were at her throat, "...and varied." Another faint echo from the past thrummed between their bodies. A hot frisson of hungry wants and dark intentions carefully cultivated over months of speculation. The office dalliances were always delightful, but this...this...

This was a chance for each to simply wallow in want and need and take pure, greedy pleasure in the other. He placed a kiss at her throat and lifted his head to look Candace in the eyes. The doctor's smile wasn't exactly nice, but with this woman, it never had to be.

The answering kiss was surprisingly gentle as he pressed her ever closer, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to make a mess out of you."

Today was the big day. His first Valentine's day with someone to celebrate it with! No more walking around with chocolates from his grandmother! Never again! He had plotted, he had planned, he had put himself in very unnerving and embarrassing situations in order to make sure their evening would go perfectly. He had been up late writing her a new song, even. A WHOLE song this time, not just a few scrambling attempts at verses. He had been equipped with plenty of research on the whole thing, thanks to Clarice's magazines she had given him- all of which he had poured over, dog-earing corners, highlighting important notes and circling others in flat-out pen.

He had utmost confidence... but it was just missing one thing. He supposed he could have talked to Clarice about this, but... well, The Good Doctor had been so kind on the subject before, and honestly he had a few man-to-man questions he still needed sorting through.

The morning was spent bouncing from office to office, redirected and misdirected as to where Dr. H could have been before someone finally made mention he should check upstairs.

His mind was whirring as he climbed up- he knew it was a huge building, but he had forgotten that their superiors must sleep SOMETIMES and not in their own offices. It must be a nice view! He thought, panting as he reached the appropriate floor. Now, which room was it? He checked the number on the scrap of paper one more time before trotting along.

Oh, this was going to be amazing. Romantic! He was certainly proud of himself as he ran through his mental list of what he had accomplished. But last minute he realized what would cap it all off perfectly would be a nice bottle of wine. Who better to talk to about that than the wonderful man who had given him such excellent bourbon before? Between missions and orchestrating this, he hadn't had any time to go state-side and pick up supplies. He'd have to make do with what he could find. It would be alright, though, the sentiment was there.

With a brave drawing of breath, he knocked on the door, only to find it swing in, unlocked. Oh! Well, then he must be in! "Hello hello? Doc?" Timidly, Jerry poked his head inside, wary of what he might find- he knew H had a way with the ladies after all, and a quick glance over a pair of discarded shoes confirmed that yes- The Doctor was already started on his valentine's day activities.

Jerry smiled, about to pull back quietly and pretend he hadn't been there at all when his eyes locked on a coat hanging from a nearby chair. A very familiar coat. One that so often had been hung on the back of his own chair.