A/N:

It literally took me the longest time to write this.. it's most likely the reason why my one-shots are so late.. from now on I can't stand Valentine's. Anyway's, it's my nephew's first birthday. I really wish he was an April Fools baby.

VALENTINE'S DAY:

It's Time and You're Mine

"Grace, come on, it's almost been a year. Stop playing the broken hearted ex girlfriend." Jimmy says calling me by my dad's old nickname for me.

"This is why we stopped being friends, you jerk." I spit out, putting another spoon full of chocolate chip and caramel ice cream in my mouth.

"I'm just saying, it's time to move o-" The doorbell rings pulling me from his sentence.

I put the phone on speaker and onto the coffee table with the junk food and endless supply of disney movies. I jog to the door and look out of the little peep hole where a good looking guy in a tie, vest, and dress shirt stands. In his hands is a vase full of beautiful red roses and a box of chocolate. I open the door.

"Ms. Van." He says politely as he hands me the the roses.

I smile and take them. "Thank you." I say before closing the door.

"More stuff?" Jim asks knowingly.

"Just roses and chocolate this time." I say, putting it on the kitchen counter with the other baskets and valentines.

I walk back over to the couch and plop down.

"I wish I had your fans." He says with a voice full of envy.

"No you don't." I almost laugh though I'm extremely serious.

I can hear from his voice that he's raising a brow at me. "And why not?"

"They're mostly sex crazed fuck boys that just want to get in my pants and stalk me."

"I don't see any problem with that." He laughs a bit.

My lips form a straight line. "That's because you're a guy, Jimmy the perv."

"That's not what I meant." He says earning him a questioning look from me. "You're the beautiful, wonderful, and talented Jessica Vantan. A very successful, not-so-self-proclaimed model and fashionista." He says as if it's the most sure thing in the world.

As much as I hate to admit it. His words are true. A year ago all of my social media blew up. Three months later my long term boyfriend broke up with me. He said all the attention was to much, and the competition was too intense. But there wasn't anyone to compete with.

I had a lot of celebrities trying to get with me. But they meant nothing. I don't care about any of them, all I wanted was him. Now they're all I have. I have to show up on their arm just to keep my one story house. I can't even get a normal job. This isn't what I want, but it's the life I was forced into.

I'm not going to blame any of this on Jim, though. He wanted to be a low role actor without much attention. Two or three instagram selfies of us later everyone wanted to know who that girl with Jim every-girl's-wet-dream-Fantasy was.

"And, Gracie, you didn't even want it. You're living every girl's dream and you didn't even want it. The world choose you to be in the big league, accept your place."

"I still don't want it, Jim. All the gifts, the attention... it's just too much."

"My Grace, you obviously haven't read any of the cards on your gifts."

I raise an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?" I ask, biting the head off of a chocolate teddy bear with a red candy heart.

"I don't know, maybe one of them might be from me." He snickers jokingly. "If you look at all of those loving messages you're bound to feel better. I personally love fan mail, it can't hurt."

"Hmm," I hum as I stand from my comfortable criss-cross-applesauce position. I know that he honestly wouldn't let it go if I didn't do it.

For the next half hour I go through the beautiful gifts. Not all of them are from horny teens. Barely any of them at that. They're mostly from admirable girls who have found pride in my existence. I'm happy to make young girls proud about themselves, I'm honored.

"Mhm, and the next one." Jim almost commands over the phone from the counter in the kitchen.

I put a shock/hurt pitch in my voice. "This one is actually a death threat." I exclaim.

"Really?" His voice raises an octave in anger and worry.

"No," I laugh humorously.

Oh," he says. I can almost hear the smirk in his voice. "I thought you reached a high level of fame. But, of course, you're still irrelevant." He voice is coated in bitch with every flick of his tongue. My joke clearly upset him, but that fact only made it that much funnier.

"It actually thanks me for still being human in the mist of fame. Even though I'm known I show my flaws and wear my mistakes as badges of honor. Unlike you, loser."

I tear up as I smile down at the hand written card from ear to ear. "I told you, Little Miss Humble."

As his words slip out I hear the sound of the indestructible clay pot/bowl/cup thing in the bedroom hit the ground. It's on a black dresser near the balcony, and as the clumsy person I am, I've knock it to the ground a few thousand times since I've been here..

"Oh shit," Jim mumbles, but I quickly cut him off.

"Shush," I hum lowly before tip toeing into the kitchen. I grab a metal golf club from the closet and pick up my phone. "Did you hear that?"

"Shit," he mumbles again.

"Jim," I bite harshly, "There's someone in my hotelroom, Jim."

All he does is mumble the same stupid swear word in reply.

"You're so useless." I say before throwing my phone onto the sofa.

I enter the almost dark room with the club ready to swing. As soon as my eyes lock on the black figure I swing. The man ducks just in time for me to miss. This doesn't deter me as I swing down quickly. This time it makes contact, but not with the figure. Instead I hit the dresser.

The man puts his hand up in defense. "You're supposed to be humble, what the flying fuck are you doing with a golf club!" They scream causing me to drop the bat instantly. "You don't even play golf!"

"Jim!" I yell at him, "Are you freaking kidding me! What the heck are you here... how'd you get into my hotel room?" My face is probably as red as the devil right now. I wouldn't be surprised if smoke is coming from my ears.

"Surprise," he says unenthusiastically. It comes off as more of an unsure question or an awkward apology.

"Jim!" I hit him... I wouldn't say playfully but it definitely didn't hurt.

"I'm sorry!" He whines, coming in for an embrace.

"Why would you do that?" I sigh into his chest.

He pulls away slightly. Our eyes lock onto each other as he looks down at me with a smirk. "So that I can do this." He says coming in slowly. I close my eyes a he lays a passionate kiss upon my lips. Before long I can't help but hiss back.

"And this." He says setting me on the bed. I move back as he climbs between my legs.

"Jim," I moan his name before pushing him back.

"I planned on having you moan my name but not like that." He laughs.

I glare at him warningly. "Jim, we can't."

"We can, Gracie. It's Valentine's day, there is no better time for it." He places soft kiss along my neck and shoulder. "We've been sleeping together for months, it's time Jessica. It's time to accept your place."

"We're not doing this." I say as he places kisses upon my neck and face. He slowly makes his way down. "You don't want there to be an us, Jim. You want to sleep around with celebrities and come home to tell me. That's how our relationship works."

My eyes bore into his as I'm unable to pull myself out of his trance. He takes the button of my shorts in his mouth. As if asking for permission he looks into my eyes. My breath grows heavy and he finds the answer in my hesitation. Yes.

My shorts are off in, what feels like, a second. He gets rid of my panties slowly. My breath gets caught in my throat as his tongue draws near. He picks up my legs and pulls me closer to his lip.

With one last smirk his lips meet the most sensitive part of me. A low moan slips out at his touch. His tongue strokes my clitourous slowly in the sweetest manner. I'm unable to contain myself.

My body rolls in pleasure. I arch my back, letting my moans grow louder and louder. "More," I moan uncontrollably. "God, Jim, more." The words roll out like helpless, breathless pants. I can't help but to want him inside of me.

My nail dig into the sheets as I ball my hands into fist. I bite into my bottom lip in an attempt to control myself. It doesn't help. My body bubbles with pleasure and lust.

He moves his tongue around my clitourous slowly. Before long he picks up speed, biting and nibbling teasingly. I let out whines and cries of intense pleasure.

He slowly eases his fingers inside of me. I gasp at his touch, not being about to control the pleasure. He pulls them out before going down to lick my entrance.

He slips himself back in. He he uses his fingers to make a come here motion with his fingers. My moans grow louder as he strokes me slowly and sucks my clit.

A moan like screams escapes my lips as reach my breaking point. I release everything he's built inside of me up until this point. I'd ask how many times he's done this but I'm too pleased to do anything but admire his skill set.

"You know me, Grace." He finally replies, "I love you, and I'll make you love me. It's time and you're mine."