[[ milliways, upstairs // february 15 ]]

[justdidntseeit]

[ stay, little valentine, stay ]

"Isn't it a little early for you?"

A quiet squeak (and is that amusement she hears?) is her only response.

Kate thanks the wait-rat with a hoarse, sleep-fogged whisper and closes the door to her suite. Cupcake in hand, she can't help but smile at Bill's still-sleeping form sprawled and tangled in the sheets.

She re-reads the note in the gray pre-dawn light before placing the saucer on the nightstand. Licking a stray smear of buttercream frosting from her thumb, she slips into bed.

"Nggh, kinda dumbass don't know -- "

She brings a fist to her mouth so she won't laugh.

"Show y'how ... chop block ... "

Leaning over, she presses a kiss to his bare shoulder; he still smells like summer and sunblock and sex.

"Below 'em, fuck-face."

She almost snorts when she sees his expression -- eyes closed, his brow is creased and his mouth is a firm line. Licking her lips, she glances from Bill to the cupcake. And grins.

Shifting, she snags the saucer and scoops up a bit of frosting with one finger, then applies a barely-there dollop to his shoulder. She bends to lick the icing from his skin, and he murmurs when her tongue swirls around the spot.

So she does it again.

And again.

When her mouth finds his collarbone, he lets out a soft groan.

"The -- Kate?"

"Mmm."

"Whatcha doin'?"

She lifts her head and licks frosting from her finger.

"Nothing."

A slow smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth. "Supposed to be just for you, birthday girl."

"But what if I feel like sharing?" She swipes another fingerful of icing from the cupcake and dabs some on his lower lip.

His grin (and the sound of approval when her tongue meets his) tells her he doesn't mind the change in plan; it's her birthday, after all.