forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Oh. All right… Does she, uh, know? About this? What it really is?” Daisy asked, stumbling over the questions a little.

Arvil chewed on his bottom lip. “I have a feeling she knows,” he admitted. “And if she asks me, I’ll let you know I can’t ever lie to her.”

Daisy hummed a little, thinking. “Okay. Okay, then— then it’s fine. As long as she won’t tell anyone, it’s fine,” she breathed.

“She won’t,” Arvil promised. “My mother can keep secrets like a professional. And she’ll love you, so don’t worry about that, either.”

“Well, that’s good, at least,” Daisy sighed, glancing down at her plate before looking up again at his next words. “I hope so. Not that it really technically matters, of course, but…”

“She will,” he assured her gently. “You’ll like her, too. She’ll probably end up spoiling you, whether you’re my real wife or a fake one. As long as you’re lovely.”

Daisy’s smile widened of its own accord. When he finished speaking, though, she scoffed playfully and rolled her eyes.

“I’m always lovely, Arvil. I thought you’d know that by now,” she joked.

Arvil winked, loving the smile on her face. She was so beautiful. Did she know that? He couldn’t even tell her every day, even though he wanted to all the time.

“Of course you are,” he chuckled, reaching over to pinch her nose. “Have I ever doubted you?”

Daisy scrunched her nose up and leaned back away from him. “Don’t pinch my nose. How rude of you, Arvil Davis.”

“I’ll pinch it whenever I want,” Arvil shot back, playfulness dancing in his eyes. “But maybe if you asked nicely… I’ll stop. For today.”

Daisy stuck her tongue out at him, shaking her head. “I think not,” she declared with a feigned haughty look.

“Then I shall do it again,” Arvil declared, reaching forward to pinch her nose again. “Rethink your decision, fair maiden!”

“No, never!” Daisy exclaimed, pushing her chair back slightly so that he couldn't reach her.

Arvil quirked an eyebrow, as if to say ‘You think that’s going to stop me?’

He stood from his own chair to walk over to hers, pinching her nose before she could escape.

“Try again, Daisy darling!”

“Hey! I still have food to eat. You can’t just do that,” Daisy protested, her nose scrunching up again.

“What’s the magic word?” Arvil asked, the grin still on his features. “Say, ‘Arvil, the most handsome man to ever walk the Earth, please stop!’”

It was ridiculous, but this was Arvil with Daisy now.

Daisy rolled her eyes and shook her head as she looked up at him. “I’m not saying that,” she refused, then proceeded to stuff a bite of pasta on her mouth.

“No?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow. “I’m giving you time to reconsider, darling. Trust me, you’d want to reconsider.”

Daisy shook her head and continued eating. If she kept heating, he couldn’t do anything to her, right? He wouldn’t want his own fiancée to choke to death, would he?

“All right. You asked for it,” Arvil wasted no breath in grabbing her wrist, making her drop her fork. He pulled her to her feet, pressing her back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I’m giving you another chance,” he whispered into her ear, fingers against her sides. “You know what’s coming next, love.”

Daisy gasped, nearly choking on her food. She quickly swallowed so that she wouldn’t choke, and her face and neck warmed up considerably.

“Arvil…” she whispered, her voice holding a slight warning to it. “Don’t you dare.”

“One…” Arvil chuckled, blowing into her ear teasingly. “Two… don’t make me count to three, Daisy… you know I’ll do it.”

Daisy fought the shiver that wanted to run down her spine at the breath blown into her ear. She clenched her jaw and straightened her back in clear defiance. Without a word, she tightened her stomach muscles in preparation.

“Three,” the smile on Arvil’s face turned wicked as he finally dug his fingers into her sides.

Daisy sucked in a sharp breath and tried not to scream or squirm under his fingers. She failed pretty badly on the last one, unable to keep from moving in his arms.