ROSESSSZZZ

Everyone was discussing Valentine’s plans, the predictable couple’s circuit - fixed price menu, followed by drinks, then ... actually no-one mentioned that.  Down the corridor, in the cleaner’s cupboard a more serious discussion occurred.
“I’ll take her out, she’ll eat her body weight in steak, drink a bottle of wine and sleep, fat cow.  I’ll come to you then,” Pat said.
“That’d be sooo good,” Kim, looked at him from wide hazel eyes, “if you can ...”
He brushed her blonde hair back and kissed her; “’Course I can,” he muttered.
Desire overtook them.  He pulled her tights and briefs down and pushed her against the wall, unzipping.
“Oh, Pat,” she gasped as he thrust inside her.
The door opened and the cleaner looked in.
“Get out!” shouted Pat roughly.
“Oh God!” Kim cried as the door slammed shut.
“I’ll talk to her,” grunted Pat.

That conversation was short; “Tell anyone and it’s job centre time.”

The cleaner stared downwards, brown eyes sad.
“Do you understand?” he checked.
“I won’t say anything.  True love is beautiful.  You should celebrate.”
“We will.”
She hesitated, then handed him a card; “diffirT sells beautiful roses.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.”

Late that night, Kim’s doorbell rang, she answered dressed in mini skirt and top.  Pat held a huge bunch of red roses.  Kim gasped, the flowers were beautiful; crimson, luscious, smooth stemmed.  “They’re amazing!” she cried, “let me put them in water!”

She filled the vase in her bedroom, dashed in plant food and put the blooms in, arranging them lovingly.
Pat watched her; “I thought you only had eyes for me!”
She turned immediately and he swept her into his arms; “Fucking tedious evening,” he muttered, “so glad I’m here.”
In bed they tore at each others’ clothes, both aware of the beautiful rose smell.  It became over-powering, a heady scent that made them more aroused.  Pat was hypnotised by Kim’s eyes, Kim ground her hips desperately against him, moaning.  It was the best it had been and they’d barely started.  She guided him inside her, bucking against him insistently, he held her down and moved into her hard; “I can’t take my eyes off you!” he groaned.

Unseen the roses grew taller, the stems so long the blooms touched the ceiling.  The vase crashed to the floor, but the couple were too busy copulating to care.  Kim experienced a most intense orgasm and screamed.  Pat was in that moment of heaven when he knew he was going to let go, when; “Fuck, what’s that!” he cried.

It happened in seconds, rope like tendrils wrapped round their bodies, tying them together.
“What is it?” Kim cried, unable to move the binds were so tight.  She was aware of something in her face, a rose.  She looked down their bodies.  Their legs were tethered together by long green stems, so were their hips and their arms.
“What the fuck’s going on?” shouted Pat, “Call the Police!”
“No-one will hear.  The neighbours are away.”
“If this is a fucking joke, it’s not fucking funny!”
“Pat, I can feel something, my God!”
Those smooth stems had been for show; now thorns appeared, pushing through from inside the stems and into flesh, gradually burrowing deeper as the couple screamed in agony.  The wounds were shallow; it would take ages for them to bleed to death, but no-one would find them for days anyway.