Declan: Checked your email lately?

Sey: (frowning at his monitor screen) I never get anything good.

Declan: (leans over Sey's shoulder and peers at the screen with him) You sure? Today *is* Valentine's Day. Maybe someone sent you something…nice.

Sey: I doubt it.

Declan: (clears his throat meaningfully) Check it again.

Sey: Why? (turns to face Declan, who is now so close, their lips almost meet) Did *you* send me something?

Declan: Maybe.

Sey: (breathless with excitement, his face lights up like a kid at Christmas) What is it?

Declan: Why don't you find out?

Sey: (reluctantly turns back to his monitor) It's not like I *need* you to give me something—

Declan: (buries his face in Sey's hair and heaves an exasperated sigh) God, only someone who loves you as much as I do would put up with you, truly, acushla.

Sey: (closes his eyes as Declan kisses the nape of his neck) It's beautiful.

Declan: (snorts impolitely) Your bloody eyes are closed, baby. How can you tell?

Sey: Cause you gave it to me. (opens his eyes) You wouldn't give me anything that wasn't absolutely perfect.

Declan: (smiles) I'm not fucking perfect.

Sey: (eyes open wide as he sees what Declan sent him) Yes, you are. (whisper)

Declan kisses Sey quite thoroughly, his teeth nibbling on his longtime companion's honey mouth until it's swollen.

What did Declan give Sey?

He scanned a photo of himself into Sey's computer and sent it to him via email. In the photo, Declan was completely naked except for a big red bow tied around his neck.

Walter: Honey, have you seen my pants?

Miranda: (giggles girlishly) They're where you left them last night.

Walter: (grins) Where would that be?

Miranda: (cups her hands around his ear and whispers to him)

Walter: (manages to look stunned) I did *not*!

Miranda: (nods) Oh, yes, you did.

Walter: Was I drunk?

Miranda: A little.

Walter: Was I…good?

Miranda: Mmm, you could say that. (plays with a wisp of his hair which is escaping his bandanna)

Walter: Could we do it again so I can refresh my memory?

Miranda: I thought you'd never ask.

Miranda opened her robe and revealed a naked body that made parts of Walter sit up and take notice instantly. Walter dropped his pants with a speed that a much younger man would envy. Pressing her against the wall of their bedroom, Walter found her ready, willing and quite able to take him inside. He stepped between her legs and pushed into her moist core. His weathered hands gripped her hips. When he sensed that she was close to coming, he trailed a finger down the crack until he barely entered her tiny pucker. She jerked spasmodically in his arms, her inner muscles milking him dry.

Miranda: How's your memory?

Walter: Give me a half hour to think about it.

Miranda: I intend to hold you to that.

Walter: On second thought, I think I'll stay right where I am and…see what comes up.

Miranda: (sighs expressively) You'd better…or I'll just have to beat you.

Walter: (kisses her passionately) Oh, would you?

Adam: (frowning) Why are you wearing that bandanna tied around your head?

Jazz: (furtive, avoiding Adam's scrutiny) You don't like it? I thought it was fashionable.

Adam: (incredulous) For who? Take it off. I *love* running my fingers through your hair.

Jazz: (shrugs) Not right now. I have a bit of a headache.

Adam: Right.

Jazz: I do. (sparkle of tears in his eyes) Please don't make me.

Adam: (suddenly worried) Okay, what happened? You're scaring me, Nick. Talk to me.

Jazz: It's not so bad. It-it'll grow back. (starts to shake as Adam removes the bandanna, which was hiding the fact that *someone* cut his beautiful long hair)

Adam: (all choked up) Who did this? Who did this thing to you?

Jazz: (whispers) I don't know. There was a bunch of guys. They caught me after school.

Adam: (pulls Jazz into his arms) What did they do to you?

Jazz: Isn't this enough?

Adam: What else? Did they hurt you? If they did, I swear I'll track them down and *kill* every last one of them.

Jazz is frightened by the vehemence in Adam's tone, but he feels safe in his embrace. It's the only place where he *can* feel safe now.

Jazz: D-don't. Just hold m-me, Adam. Pl-please.

Adam: (kisses him softly, then runs the tips of his fingers through what's left of Jazz' hair) I love you, Nicky. They didn't just do this to you, y'know, they did it to both of us. But it doesn't matter. Cause you *are* beautiful. (kisses him again, this time on his ragged short hair)

Jazz: (crying silently) But I look so—

Adam: (whispers) You'll always be beautiful to me. No matter what. (kisses his eyelids until his eyes close)

Adam: (continues as he struggles to stay composed) It doesn't matter what they think, Nicky. I'll never let you go.

Jazz: Never?

Adam: Never.

Jazz: Promise?

Adam: I swear, baby. (they embrace fiercely, Adam determined to keep Jazz safe)

Adam: I'm sorry they ruined your holiday.

Jazz: But they didn't. I still have *you*. (smiles bravely)

Fade-out on the most romantic kiss imaginable.