forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy shrugged again and glanced back over at him. “I have nothing better to do. I finished my work for today already, so I should be free. As long as my boss doesn’t surprise me with more work.”

Arvil nodded, still a little sluggish from sleep. He really was exhausted, though that wasn’t a surprise. He really needed a proper life.

“Good,” he murmured, his face in his hands, eyes closed, nearly falling asleep again.

“Unless you think you should sleep,” Daisy mused as she watched him. “Because it looks like you should. You look exhausted.”

“I’m good,” Arvil blinked, stretching and running another hand through his hair. “I’ll sleep later. Unless you offer yourself as a pillow…?”

“If you fall asleep, then I’ll have nothing to do. And a bored fiancée is not a good thing,” Daisy teased with a small smile. “We should go back to your game room.”

“If my fiancée wants that, then she’ll have it,” Arvil declared, standing up and walking toward her. He held out his hand for her to take when he was in front of her. “Maybe I’ll let you win this time.”

Daisy scoffed, looking down at his hand. After a moment, she took it and stood. “Let’s play something other than Mario Kart this time.”

Arvil intertwined their fingers, leading her to the door. "Because you suck unbearably at it?"

“No. Because you’re too good at it. I don’t suck. Just not against people who literally play it for their job,” Daisy defended herself, making a face at him. She’d almost stuck her tongue out at him before she remembered why she had been avoiding him for so long.

Arvil let out a laugh, squeezing her hand tightly, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of her hand. “Fair enough,” he chuckled. “I’ll let you win sometimes.”

Daisy rolled her eyes, the squeezing of her hand and motion of his thumb making her cheeks warm up a little. She hoped it wasn’t noticeable because she was sure he would only tease her about it if it was.

“Or we could play something that you know you're not the best at,” she said with a shrug. “Then I’ll at least have some chance of winning.”

Arvil looked down at her, smirking when he caught her warm cheeks. He bent down slightly. “Are my actions really that flustering, love?” He murmured, furrowing his eyebrows and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “It’s not like I’m terrible at dartboard, love. Or dancing, or things that involve throwing balls. Definitely not terrible at all.”

“You are not flustering, dear fiancé. I’m just a little warm,” Daisy bluffed with a shrug. “As for dartboard, we should definitely play that. We’ll see who’s worse.”

“Warm. Right,” Arvil grinned as he opened the door and stepped outside. There were a few employers walking around, so he nodded at them. They greeted him in reply, as well as Daisy. “Do you know they keep the games that require throwing something on the other side of the room?”

“No, I did not know that. I’ve only been up there once,” Daisy reminded him. She smiled at the employees they walked past, returning the ones they gave her. “So we’ll be on the other side, then.”

Arvil watched her as she greeted the employees that walked by them, the smile slipping from his features. Why did she, at that moment, look so much like the wife of the company’s president?

He blinked that thought away and smiled at her again, his thumb caressing her slowly.

“Do you have any idea why it’s cut off like that?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Probably so people don’t get decapitated by a ball or stabbed by a dart,” Daisy said, glancing over at him with raised eyebrows.

“You’re not wrong,” Arvil chuckled. “Here’s my secret, love. We keep it that way so people don’t decapitated or stabbed by me. We’ve had some… incidents in the past.”

Daisy’s eyebrows raised further, and she smirked a little. “Really, now? Sounds intriguing. Care to elaborate?”

"Maybe some other time, Daisy darling," Arvil winked at her, pressing the elevator button and waiting for it to come to their floor. "Can't give away all of my secrets, now can I?"

“I mean, you could. I am your fiancée, after all,” Daisy reminded him with an innocent grin. “We should know everything about each other.”

"Are you using the fiancee card against me, love?" Arvil looked down at her, tugging her inside the elevator when it finally opened. "I have to say, I'm surprised."

Daisy shrugged, still looking up at him, her face the epitome of feigned innocence as she smiled. “Are you? Surprised? You’re surprised that I would use that card on you?”

Arvil pressed the button for the third floor, still holding on to her hand. He leaned against the wall, tugging her closer, but still giving her an opportunity to pull away. "Shouldn't I be?"

Daisy hummed, leaning back against the wall. She was fully aware of the grip he had on her hand, and then more so of him pulling her closer. She cocked her head curiously at that but didn’t voice the question.

“Well… You haven’t known me that long, so I guess not,” she hummed.