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However, as she let her feet wrapped in soft cotton socks (most of the time, it was customary to walk in slippers, socks, or with feet completely bared, at their shared flat) direct her towards the bedroom, Evening felt something amiss.  
“The temperature…It’s the heating up? Did we let it on?” Wondered the girl fretting at what the light’s bill would say at the end of the month.  
Confused, Evening palpated the wall in search for the switch that would turn on the lights. When she did, her eyes opened wide at the sight she was welcomed with.  
“Surprised to see me, Eve?” Surprise was an understatement to describe what Evening felt.  
“White?” She asked in utter bewilderment. “What are you doing…like that?” Said the girl swallowing hard. Her eyes went all over the body of her girlfriend, White Lilly, which was quite visible due to the clothing, or more accurately, lack of it: she sat over a puf cushion they had and was wearing nothing but a set of green and black lingerie, her usual colours, which Evening found quite sexy. To top things up, there were straps of red ribbon wrapped around different parts of that body, alternating between the girl’s tanned dark skin and the bright redness of the shroud. Overall, White gave an impression of defencelessness, since she was tied down by wrists legs, being the later thoroughly secured. Evening’s eyes took good notice at certain areas of that beautiful body she knew were quite sensitive.  
“Did you think I forgot about Valentine’s Day?” Asked the tied girl sensually.  
“But you didn’t say anything a few days ago.” Replied an astonished Evening.  
“Of course I didn’t. Valentine’s Day it’s just capitalist thing made up for us to consume. Does it mean I can only love you that day? Do I have to be thoughtful with you on that specific moment of the year? Nah, I choose when I love you and to me that’s everyday. However, since you need to be reminded of how much you turn me crazy… Today I’m your present. Do with it what you want.” Said the brunette licking her lips in sensual anticipation.  
Evening was out of words. The speech White had just delivered was so like her, and yet she was right. Not to mention the insidiously interesting offer she had just been given.  
“So, when you say I can do what I want with this present of mine. You mean it?” Asked Evening with the enthusiasm of a little girl in Christmas Eve.  
“Yeah, even tickling me.” This caught Evening off guard. “Don’t try to pretend you don’t like it. The rouse you pulled off the other day was not just to cheer me up and got me to laugh. No, you loved seeing me tickled and you enjoyed the attention on your feet as well. Don’t try to deny, I know where you hid the stocks that held us in place. And yes, I’m willing to use them again: the two of us, side by side, with your friends teasing the soles of your ticklish feet.” An ember inside Evening’s stomach burned incandescently at hearing her girlfriend uttering those words. The teasing expression in the girl with the piercings’ face helped to heat her up as well.  
“So, what are you waiting for?” Urged the tied girl. “Won’t you open your present?”  
“Not yet, said Evening teasingly. I wanted to get comfortable and that’s what I’ll do.” Without further ado, she removed her clothing, except for her socks, in front of White, making sure to do it slowly and teasingly, for her to watch and, when she was just in her underwear, put a pink elegant nightgown over. It was her favourite.  
“Now, that conversation about feet gave an idea about how to start enjoying my present.” Explained the girl pushing the puf until it was next to their bed. Then, she held White’s calves and put them over the piece of furniture. After this, she removed her socks to reveal a pair of lovely feet and lay comfortably on her side, beside her partner’s trapped ankles. She delivered a soft caress at the tender skin of the sole and delighted in the faint squirm her girlfriend made as a reaction.  
“This present is so nice.” Said Evening sensually. “You remembered how much I like chocolates. And here’s a box with ten small treats.”  
White’s eyes opened wide and bit her lips at the realization of what Evening implied.  
“Are you going to… lick my feet?” Said the trapped girl in a voice that barely contained her excitement.  
“Would you like that?” Asked a teasing Evening.”  
“Presents can’t voice their opinion. But…” she paused and aimed her dark green eyes at Evening’s pinkish soles, “…I wouldn’t mind.”  
All of a sudden, the one free of any form of bondage felt a delightful rush of mirth when she noticed a most welcomed sensation at the soles of her feet: White impishly was stroking the tip of her wings against Evening’s nude feet, tickling her in the process.  
“Aren’t we naughty? But you just gave me another idea.” Without warning, she stood up and left the room, producing muffled sounds as she walked on her bare feet. When she returned, she was holding a jar of chocolate cream with a brush dipped in it and a feather.  
“This is what we’ll do,” she explained while getting in a comfortable position at the bed, with White’s feet at easy reach, “we’ll tickle each other’s feet with feathers until someone pulls them away. Then, the other will be declared the winner and will earn the right to lick the other’s feet.”  
“But don’t you find it unfair that I’m tied down?” Complained amusedly White.  
“That’s your fault. You got on that predicament on your own.” She paused; a brief moment of realisation came over. “Wait a moment, how did you manage to tie you up on your own?”  
“That’s a secret.” Replied White sticking her tongue. “But if you want to get rough and make me spill the beans, we both know where those stocks are. I’m sure you know how to make a ticklish girl like me to talk.  
“Oh, White, you are the best.” Declared Evening. “Be ready because I’m dying to lick these feet of yours. So I’m definitively going to win.”  
“I won’t make it easy for you.” Said back White, biting her lower lip in order to fight against the urging need to laugh that the feather was forcing on her sensitive soles. It danced slowly, at the hands of Evening like a wand held by a bandmaster. And she knew how exactly to create a concert of laughter out of her tan feet.  
In the end, White Lilly was right: any day can be Valentine. No matter what others said and evenings like this would be frequent for the duo. However, for the time being, they would focus on enjoying the moment by being bewildered at their lover’s reactions to the soft tease of the feather each used with love on the other’s beautiful feet.

Evening Glitter was not exactly what could be defined as an overly sentimental girl. However, like anyone else, she enjoyed special moments and days. It was not as if she became obsessed about them. If she really thought about it, there was no real difference between a holyday and a normal day.  
Yet, she could avoid being in a slightly less bright mood than the one she usually displayed. As much as she tried not to let it show, her colleagues noticed something was amiss.  
“Eve,” the girl whose hair reflected various colours reacted to the nickname only used by those closest to her, are you alright? You look a bit absentminded…”  
“Who? Me? It’s nothing, I’m perfectly fine. See?” Replied the girl forcing a wide grin on her face.  
She did not like lying. Nonetheless, how could she tell the truth? Everyone would think she was being childish.  
“No,” she thought, “there’s no way I can explain why I’m so…sad? No, that’s not the word. Maybe disappointed. It’s not like I was expecting anything special to begin with but… I don’t know, I didn’t expect that White would be so… Her.” Thought the girl bitterly.  
She sighed and continued with her daily routine as her mind wandered in memories from the past days. She remembered looking enthusiastically at the calendar, having circled in red an specific day: February the fourteenth, Valentine’s Day. She recalled how excited she felt, wondering what kind of surprise her dearest White Lilly would have in store for her. In actuality, Evening was in for a surprise. She felt a letdown come over her as she relieved in her mind how the V day (as in Valentine) had begun. She remembered waking up on the bed she shared with the tanned, yet sullen beauty White was. It also came to her how she had embraced her, planted a kiss on her forehead and told her if she knew what day it was, after having wished her a good morning. Unfortunately, White Lilly had answered back if that day was the deadline for paying taxes and then turned around to sleep ‘five more minutes’. Since then, Valentine’s Day had been remarkably dull. The two lovers had partaken into their usual routines and obligations, spoke about nothing in particular and, in general, the taller one had ignored any indirect Evening would throw at her.  
“I know Valentine’s Day it’s just another day and White is how she is…” She smiled faintly, imagining what people thought when they saw the two of them together, walking with hands held and looking so different one from the other: Evening colourful and cheerful, White wrapped in black and silent. “But they say opposites attract, don’t they?”
 
Despite Evening’s disappointment, she continued with her daily life until, the moment she was named after, evening, came. The girl went back home. From the time she had seen in a clock on her way she was probably the first to arrive.  
“No need to think about it. What if your girlfriend has forgotten about Valentines? Has she ever missed a birthday or anniversary? No. I think she has more than enough ‘relationship points’ to spend in small flops like this.” Admitted Evening encouragingly. At the same time, she considered going at the pantry to check what they had in store. Perhaps she could prepare a fancy dinner for her lover.  
“I don’t need Valentine to show how much I love White; this is as good as a day as any other!” Thought the girl determined.  
But first she would get comfortable. Her everyday clothing was comfortable but she fancied getting into her pyjamas. Or, maybe something a little more…scanty?  
“The nightgown.” Thought the girl whose mind was made thinking about a piece of clothing that was both cute and teasing since it left places of her body uncovered in case White felt like playing with them. She shuddered in delight at the idea of nonchalantly putting her legs over White ’s lap and suggest her to massage her feet. That sure would be lovely.  
“And she might tickle them while she’s at it.” Thought the daydreaming girl.