Melony lay in the dark, waiting.

Everything was set for the perfect romantic surprise for her girlfriend, for the big night. Her girlfriend would arrive home soon, see the note on the counter, and set in motion the rest of the night’s events. Melony had gone out and, in a move uncharacteristically bold for her, purchased a few naughty accoutrements for the night’s activities. For one thing, the lingerie she was currently wearing, as she lay in wait. A cute little ridiculously-inconvenient getup, with tiny red hearts stretched over her nipples and attached to the matching silken panties via delicate little threads in a criss-cross pattern over her midsection. Nothing was properly covered up and she was honestly feeling a little silly now that the moment of boldness had passed. She hoped Karen wouldn’t think she looked silly, at least. Melony might cry if she had spent all that money and time trying to look seductive and instead got a laugh.

She also might throw things at her girlfriend. Emotions were running high, tonight.

*CLICK-CK*

The sound of the doorknob being jiggled. Of course the door was locked. Given that she’d been in various stages of undress since mid-afternoon, she was hardly going to leave it open for anyone to walk in. Karen had a key, though, and soon Melony heard the sounds of the lock being fiddled with and the door swinging open in the other room. The door slammed. Karen was muttering something under her breath – Melony couldn’t make out any of it, beyond the general tone of someone having a bad day. The thump of a laptop bag being dropped on the table, and then… Ah, there it was. A long pause of silence. Karen had found the note. It took longer than Melony expected for the sounds to resume, but after a long minute or two, footsteps came down the hall toward the bedroom. Melony held her breath as the door creaked open and the light switch was clicked on.

Not that Melony could see it happening. Melony was currently laying in a box on the bed, arms laying gently bent to avoid resting against chocolates bigger her in her entirety. Part of the surprise for her girlfriend involved trying out some pills the ‘adult’ shop had just gotten in, to spice things up in a very unique new way. Melony was now laying in the indentation of the single caramel she’d snuck for herself earlier, an inch and a half tall and wrapped up in her fancy new lingerie, and she’d left a note on the counter saying to come into the bedroom and “unwrap her surprise”. Along with a few naughtier lines meant only for her lover’s eyes.

“…huh. Chocolates? Tonight, really? Where the fuck is she?” Karen’s voice was heavy with tension and frustration, and significantly louder than normal to Melony’s tiny ears. Melony frowned, having expected a somewhat more positive reaction, but it would all be obvious in a moment and Karen would cheer up on seeing her, surely. Except… Karen didn’t immediately come over to open the box of chocolates resting on the corner of the bed. Her footsteps faded a bit, and Melony could hear Karen calling her name in other rooms of the apartment, and even leaving a short, irate message on Melony’s cell.

Finally, Karen must have given up her search, certain she was going to be alone on Valentine’s Day of all days. Melony heard her approach, and then felt her world lurch as Karen sat down on the bed to a chorus of slight squeaks from the bed-springs. She couldn’t be more than a few feet away. Melony would just make some noise, get her attention, and explain things. The night could still be salvaged from this silly misunderstanding. She had just begun to carefully kick at the plastic ceiling overhead, to rattle it for Karen’s attention, when the world lurched again. Much more violent lurching this time, too – Karen had just picked up the box! Perfect! The lid came off, and… and…

The lights were off again. Karen had turned them off when she left the room searching for her, and then hadn’t bothered to turn them back on when she returned in a worse mood, still alone. Melony stared up into the glossy black pools of her lover’s eyes, barely lit by the hallway light filtering in from around the corner. Those eyes were what caught Melony’s attention originally, enough to get her to initiate what would turn out to be a surprisingly successful bit of flirting that led to their first date. Those eyes were also currently unfocused, staring off into the elsewhere as her thoughts were clearly far away. Probably wondering where her idiot girlfriend was.

Fumbling in the dark, Karen peeled one of the chocolates out of the box and popped it into her mouth, whole. She bit down. Raspberry cream. Too sweet for her, but acceptable. At least it wasn’t one of those weird coconut-cream ones. She chewed it up in a hurry, barely swallowing it before popping another one into her mouth and biting it in half before mashing each half under her molars. Fudge. One of the better flavors. Not that it really mattered – she was going to eat the whole fucking box. And why not? What else did she have to keep her company on the supposed most romantic holiday of the year? Not Melony, apparently! Her eyes watered slightly, blurring her dimly-lit vision further.

Melony, for her part, was becoming frightened. The crinkling of the box and shifting of Karen’s body on the bed-springs was apparently drowning out her calls for attention. She hadn’t considered that at her diminished size, she’d have an equally-diminished ability to produce audible speech, even if it seemed obvious in retrospect. She would have to try another way. It was awkward, but she managed to prop herself up in a sort of crab position and stretch one leg out as far as she could, to try and kick Karen’s finger when it came close.

The box was jolted again, as Karen clumsily fumbled for another chocolate through her tears. Melony yelped as the jolt sent her sprawling from the awkward position and landed with a breath-stealing thump across the bend of the candy that had been bracing her from below. Which, unfortunately, was the one Karen’s probing fingers had found at roughly the same time. Melony looked up at the rapidly approaching jawline of her lover, and started to scream.

That might have been enough, had Karen not been crying and stuffing her face for emotional solace. If she’d been eating slowly, savoring the chocolates, Melony would have had time to scream loud enough as she got close, and things would have gone differently. Unfortunately, Karen stuffed the chocolate into her mouth along with her tiny, terrified girlfriend.

And bit down firmly. Hmm. Salted caramel? One of her favorites.

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Karen finished the box, threw it into the bedside trash can, and then curled up in blankets to cry herself to sleep. She’d be angry again in the morning, but right now she just wished Mel was there with her. Stupid Valentine’s Day.