Daisy grunted and peeked between her fingers to look down at him. With a sigh, she removed her hands from her face and playfully flicked Arvil’s forehead before grabbing her food.
“Such a jerk,” she murmured, though she didn’t mean it.
Arvil smirked at her, rubbing his forehead before he snatched her hand, pressing it to his mouth. “But you love this jerk, don’t you?” He cooed teasingly.
Daisy huffed, her cheeks turning pink again. “You just never stop, do you?” she sighed, trying to pull her hand from his grip so she could grab her food again. “You do realize that you’re preventing me from eating, don’t you? Do you really think it’s a good idea to get between me and my food?”
Arvil grinned at her, letting his grip on her hand loosen. “My bad. Next time, I’ll remember not to get in between you and your beloved food,” he teased her again, pinching her nose. “But the longer you take in eating, the more I can enjoy resting my head on your lap.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s why I’m trying to eat, dear Arvil,” Daisy hummed, finally grabbing her food. She started to eat it again, careful to not let anything fall on his face.
“How cruel,” Arvil chuckled, shifting again to his side, the back of his head pressed against her stomach. He closed his eyes and released a deep breath. Why did this feel so soothing?
Daisy let out a surprised puff of breath through her nose when she felt his head press against her stomach. She blinked and simply took another bite. A few minutes later, she finished and set the dish down. Chewing on her lip, she pushed her hand through his hair, just wanting to feel it between her fingers.
Arvil’s eyes snapped open at the action, but he relaxed as quickly as he had tensed. His eyes fell shut again as he exhaled a heavy breath, feeling his body getting heavier. If she kept that up… he was bound to fall asleep.
“Your hair is soft,” Daisy murmured quietly as she continued to run her fingers through his hair. Her cheeks were pink as she did so, but she liked it, liked that she could do this.
“Is it?” Arvil murmured, his words slurring a bit. It was barely noticeable, but the slur was there. Gosh, her fingers in his hair… it was enough to send a wave of peace to course through him. He liked it. He liked what she was doing, and he wasn’t just talking about what she made him feel.
“Mmhm,” Daisy hummed, twisting a strand around her fingers. “Do you use conditioner?”
“Mhm,” Arvil barely managed to nod. He didn’t even know if he gave a proper reply. “‘Course… how else would I get such perfect hair…?”
Daisy laughed softly under her breath. “Is… Am I putting you to sleep? Are you falling asleep because of me…?”
Arvil nodded again, his mouth moving to let out words, but he wasn’t sure if he really said them or not. He didn’t even have enough energy to repeat it. He was slowly falling under, the soothing feeling of her fingers in his hair doing wonders.
Don’t stop…
“Arvil… Don’t fall asleep. If you do that, I’ll leave you here without saying goodbye. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” Daisy murmured, pulling her hand from his hair to pat him on the cheek, trying to get him to wake up.
Arvil grunted, stirring slightly, missing the feeling of her hand in his hair. He was far too under to even feel anything anymore. He could hear her speak, but what she said, he had no idea. He could feel her touch, but was unable to register it. Before Arvil knew it, his breathing evened and he fell into the darkness.
Daisy patted Arvil’s cheek again, frowning slightly. Seriously? Had he really just fallen asleep on her? She knew he needed sleep, but she also needed to get to work… Plus, what was she supposed to do with him on her lap? She couldn’t move without waking him up, and she didn’t want to do that. But she couldn’t just sit there, either…
There was a knock on the door, but this time, no one actually barged inside. Perhaps the amount of times they caught their boss and his fiancée locking lips had given them some sense.
Daisy glanced at the door before looking back down at Arvil. She covered his ear with a hand before calling, “What is it?”
(Aw, she covered his ear~)
The employee opened the door a little and looked inside, eyes taking in the future wife of his boss.
“Good afternoon,” he greeted her hesitantly. “Mr. Davis is needed at the conference room. It’s urgent.”
(Lol. Yup~)
Daisy blinked once, raising her eyebrows. “My fiancé is currently unavailable. Is there anyway that it can wait?”
“I’m afraid not,” the employee, who’s ID read John, grimaced. “He’s needed.”
“Hm. Well, then, thank you. You may leave, now. I will wake Mr. Davis,” Daisy said, raising an eyebrow at the man.
“Right, of course,” John nodded. “Have a good day, Ms. Riley.”
With another nod, he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Daisy sighed and looked down at Arvil. There were so many ways she could wake him up, but which would be the best…?
“Arvil. Hey, Arvil,” she said softly. She continued to say his name, getting louder each time, until she was speaking just above her normal level.