Valentine

David Starsky sat on his sofa, staring at the photo album lying on his lap. It was Valentine’s day and here he was sitting in his apartment alone. As his eyes swept over the pictures in the album, a faint smile tugged at his lips at the memories each photo contained. There were pictures of him as child with his parents, pictures of him as a teenager after he moved to Bay City to live with his aunt and uncle, and pictures of him in both his army uniform and his policeman’s uniform when he graduated from the academy.

There were also pictures in the album to commemorate the different loves he had known in his life. They were all gone now except for one. A tear glistened in his eye as he thought back over the years and the special ladies he had known.

His first love, when he was just fourteen, had been a Jewish girl named Naomi. She had long dark hair, big brown eyes, and the body of a woman at thirteen. She had let him sleep with her for the first time just after his Bar Mitzvah. After she had laughed at him and told him that he had a lot to learn. Angry and hurt, he had broken up with her immediately.

His next love had been Helen, a policewoman. She had been smart, funny and inventive in bed. An uninhibited free spirit, she had liked to play games in bed. She was the first woman to tie his hands so he couldn’t touch her while she sucked his cock until he thought he had died and gone to heaven. She was also the first woman to let him fuck her up the ass. But, their differences had finally led to their breakup. Although he loved her deeply, she resented his wanting her to stay home and not to be a cop anymore if they got married. Their fights had been as memorable as their lovemaking.

Then there was Terry. His beautiful, sweet loving Terry. The one true love of his life. The one woman he would have been content spending the rest of his life with. She had understood him better than any other woman every had and, better than that, she had accepted him without trying to change him. The love he had felt for her had been the true and everlasting kind, the one in a lifetime kind that most people rarely find. In bed, she had been gentle and sweet, letting him take the lead and encouraging the romantic in him to surface without embarrassment or shame. And she hadn’t been ashamed to show him how much she loved him by sucking his cock and pleasuring him as no other woman ever had. When she died, he had wanted to die too and, even now, he couldn’t remember her without shedding a tear in her memory.

Then there was Rosie Malone. A gangster’s daughter, she had chosen her father over Starsky in the end. She had been an intelligent, well rounded, businesswoman. She could be tough when she needed to be and in the bedroom, she was often the aggressor. She liked to be the one in control and to call the shots but she was also willing to let Starsky take over when he needed to. She had swept into his life and broken through the wall he had built around his heart after Terry’s death. He had fallen in love with but like most of his other loves, he had eventually lost her.

But most of the pictures in the album were of the one person he loved most of all. The person who had stuck by him in spite of everything. The one who loved him unconditionally with all his faults and never complained. It was the one person he could tell anything to and feel safe cradled in their arms. The one person who gave him more love than any of his lost loves put together. Theirs was also a forbidden love that had to be kept a secret from the world.

He looked up as the door opened and his love walked into the room, smiling brightly and carrying a large box of chocolates. Bouncing to his feet, the photo album forgotten. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and leaned in to kiss those lips that set his heart on fire. It was Valentine’s day and he was with the person he loved more than any other. His best friend, his partner, his secret lover. His Hutch.