Arvil shrugged, taking a seat on the couch next to her and stealing a French fry from her bag.
“I thought you could use a break,” he responded, leaning back on the couch. “Relax. Have fun. You’ve been overworking yourself lately, and that’s my job.”
“Hey, you have your own fries. You owe me one, now,” Daisy protested, sitting back down in her spot beside him. She gathered her food to herself and held it close, protecting it from his grabby hands. “And that— that had to have been expensive, though… You didn’t have to do that. Really.”
Arvil laughed at her antics, finding her far too adorable. He reached over to pinch her nose.
"So selfish," he teased, reaching for his own bag of food, anyway. "And you don't need to worry about it. It wasn't expensive. I wanted to get it so I got it, and you need to enjoy."
Daisy scrunched her nose up, scooting back a pace from him. She popped another fry into her mouth and pulled her legs up underneath herself on the couch.
“Okay. Well, uh. Thanks, then… I don’t know how I’m going to repay you…” she said, rubbing the back of her neck for a moment before holding her food again.
Arvil smirked mischievously and snatched her wrist, pulling her toward him. He nudged her cheek with his nose.
"Where do you think you're going, Darling?" he questioned amusingly. "I thought I owed you a French fry." He motioned to his bag of food, wanting to see what she would do with it. He loosened his hold on her a little. "And all you need to do is have fun. That'll be enough repayment for me."
Daisy froze, closing her eyes and letting out a slow breath. She most certainly wasn’t expecting that. Not his grabbing her wrist, not his tugging her toward himself, and definitely not his nudging her cheek with his nose.
“I think— I think we should talk about the other day,” she said softly, pulling away and setting her food on the table. She sighed and glanced down at her hands, which she had folded in her lap. “When we kissed…”
Arvil looked at her for a moment before sighing, running a hand through his hair. He couldn't really tell her he'd fallen for her, could he? Their relationship was based on lies. If she found out, she would want to end whatever it was that they had. Arvil wanted to treasure it as much as he could.
"I wasn't thinking straight that day," Arvil muttered, looking away. "It's not a good excuse, but that's all that I have."
Daisy shook her head and looked up at him, pursing her lips. She drew her knees up to her chest, glad she had decided on wearing pants that day, and rested her chin on her knees.
“No, I know. And I was provoking you, so that didn’t help any,” she sighed, rubbing her nose. “But I meant at my parents house, when you asked to kiss me… I shouldn’t have let you, and I’m sorry about that. I just… I feel like, since we’re not really…” she trailed off with a glance at the door, hoping he understood what she meant. “I don’t know how to feel about this, I guess. I liked it, just so you know. But I don’t want to just be using you for stuff like that. And I don’t want to be used for it…”
"I was talking about that day, too," Arvil rubbed the back of his neck, her words running through his mind. I liked it. She liked the kiss. She liked kissing him. "I wasn't thinking straight that day, either. And it was my fault. I get a little too… handsy at times. I wanted to kiss you, so I didn't stop myself, either." he paused, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want to use you, I hope you know that. I don't care if you do, though, if it means keeping yourself safe from that garbage of a human."
The insult to Gavril made Daisy smile a little, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, then. So maybe we should… keep the kissing to a minimum? And try to refrain from doing something that might make the other want to kiss us?” she suggested softly, almost biting her lip but stopping herself for the reason she has just said.
Arvil snorted. "Then I suppose you'll need to refrain from doing everything," he muttered. "Because everything you do makes me want to kiss you, love. But yeah, we should. I'll keep my hands to myself when necessary."
Daisy hummed, her cheeks turning a slight pink. “Everything I do? Really?” she mused softly, her gaze flickering over his face. “I have one last request.”
Arvil returned her gaze, looking at her, keeping his expression neutral. "What is it?"
“Kiss me? Just this once,” Daisy breathed, her eyes darting to his lips quickly before meeting his eyes again. “Just once, and then only when necessary.”
Arvil searched her face before he reached for her hand, pulling her to him again, wrapping his other arm around her waist. His eyes flickered to her mouth.
"Are you sure?" he forced out through the need to kiss her again. "Tell me you are and I'll gladly do it."
Daisy nodded, actually relaxed in his hold this time, even being so close. “Please. Just this once,” she breathed, looking up into his eyes. “Please.”
That was all Arvil needed to press his lips to hers, pulling her closer. It didn't help his racing heart knowing she relaxed in his hold.
The second their lips touched, flames burst through him. It had been just a few days and he had been starved for the feeling of her mouth. If he was this hungry… how would he survive later on?
Daisy tilted her head to kiss him back better. She closed her eyes, their lips moving slowly against each other. Her hand moved to rest on the side of his face, and she leaned slightly closer.
She really did like this. A lot. And she was sad that they couldn’t do this more often, but she knew things wouldn’t end well if they kept this up.
Arvil leaned into her touch, tightening his hold on her waist. If he pulled her onto his lap, would she let him? He really wanted to feel her pressed up against him like that, on his lap, lips attached. Arvil didn't know how he would survive without the feeling of her mouth. He would have to, he knew it. There wasn't anything else he could do without raising suspicions of what he felt for her.
He pressed his lips harder against hers, hand sliding to the back of her neck to keep her head in place.
Daisy shifted even closer, wanting there to be less space between them. She did keep some, though, knowing that it wouldn’t be a good idea for them to be completely pressed up against each other. That would just drive then both insane in ways they definitely shouldn’t even be thinking about.
This was such a bad idea.
But she didn’t stop.
Arvil couldn't stop the growl that escaped his lips, nor couldn't he help pulling her on to his lap. It was a terrible idea, but he just wanted to feel her pressed up against him like that. He wanted there to be as little space between them as possible.
Then there was a knock on the door, followed by the opening of it and Arvil just wanted to tear something to shreds.
"Arvil, there's someone who needs to see you, and—"
Daisy pulled away, cheeks burning red. She was in his lap. He had growled… That alone had caused the blush to appear on her cheeks, but then someone walked in on them.
Why couldn’t they ever kiss in peace? This was the second time someone else had interrupted them, and Daisy’s own thoughts had caused her to pull away the last time. Couldn’t they just get one interrupted kiss? Where they were both ready to pull away?
She slid off his lap, pressing the cool back of her hand to her hot cheek. She couldn’t meet Arvil’s gaze, and she wouldn’t look at who had interrupted them. Everything was just so confusing…
Arvil shot an icy glare to his Project Manager, a low growl escaping his lips. The middle-aged man swallowed thickly, apologized profusely and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Arvil turned his gaze back to Daisy, eyes burning. He grabbed her wrist again and pulled her to him, mouths barely touching.
"I don't think I'm quite done with you just yet," he said in a low voice and pressed their lips together again.
Daisy gasped when she was pulled against him again, looking up into his burning eyes. His words sent a shiver down her spine, and then he covered her mouth with his.
She kissed him back, her hands winding around his neck, one finding its way into his hair. He hadn’t pulled her back into his lap, but she wanted to be there again. So she pushed herself up into it again, moving so she was straddling his waist, their lips still connected the entire time.
Arvil kissed her harder, another growl escaping his lips as she climbed into his lap and straddled his waist. He leaned back against the couch, lips still attached to hers, hands back on her waist. The feeling of her hands in his hair had him release another growl. That was one of his weak spots, the fingers in his hair, pulling at it.
Arvil nipped at her lip, tugged on it, wanting to hear her produce a sound. Wanting to know what she sounded like when she was pleased with a kiss.