forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arvil rolled his eyes. “Har har, very funny, darling,” he muttered under his breath. “I knew you both would get along spectacularly.”

Daisy simply grinned at her fake fiancé when she pulled out of the hug. “Of course. Now, I believe we were going to leave your poor mother to rest? After dealing with you, I’m sure she must be just absolutely exhausted.”

Arvil gasped at her. “Hey! That was uncalled for. I never tire out my beautiful mother.”

“I’ve got grey streaks because of you, son,” Taylor commented. “You exhaust me.”

Daisy laughed, looking between mother and son. “What did I say, Arvil? You’re tiring. Now, let’s let your poor mother rest.”

Arvil grumbled under his breath. A few minutes later, after proper goodbyes, they were in his car, ready to go home.

“That went excellently,” he remarked. “Now you have a partner to harass me with.”

“That was amazing. Your mother is lovely. So much nicer than you are,” Daisy teased with a chuckle as she buckled herself in.

Arvil opened his mouth, but then paused. “Well, true. My mother is definitely nice. Can’t argue with that.”

“Precisely,” Daisy agreed with a slow nod. “So where are we going next? Are you just dropping me off at home?”

“Unless you want to go somewhere else,” Arvil shrugged. “Your call.”

“No, home is good. I have some work that needs to be done, anyway,” Daisy said with a shrug.

“All right,” Arvil hummed, starting the car. “Home it is, then.”

[Time skip: the next Tuesday]

Daisy has gotten a text from arvil letting her know that he was going to visit her at work. Finally. They’d been “together” for so long, and she had visited his work so many times, that it was actually surprising that he hadn’t visited her yet.

So now she was trying to organize her desk, make sure her hair still looked okay, clean her glasses, check her makeup, etc. Anything to look presentable and not like she’d gotten in at six in the morning and had nearly fallen asleep before he intern got everyone’s coffees.

A few more days till the wedding, and Arvil still hadn’t visit her work. Today, he decided it was time. He texted Daisy about it to make sure she wasn’t at a meeting, and when he received a positive response, he was out on the road.

On the way, he grabbed coffee for the both of them, knowing the woman probably hadn’t gotten enough sleep. When he reached her workplace, he stepped inside, eyes looking around trying to find her.

Daisy set the last item into place just as the intern came up and told her that Arvil had arrived. She thanked the young woman with a nod and a smile, then stood up to glance around for her fake fiancé. Upon spotting him, she smiled and waved him over.

Arvil smiled when he saw her, walking over to her in long strides. When he reached her, he held out a cup of coffee.

“I got you coffee, in case you haven’t drunk any,” he shrugged. “Your favorite. Also, you look tired. Everything okay?”

Daisy glanced down at the coffee and chuckled a little. “I got coffee a while ago, but thank you. And I got here at six in the morning for work.”

Arvil shrugged, setting both coffee cups on her table. They still had an act to play, so he rested his hands on her waist and tugged her close.

“Well, I’m here now, so I’ll charge you right up,” he said with a wink. “You’re welcome.”

Daisy scoffed, the sound a bit breathy from surprise. She rested her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him with pink cheeks.

“You will definitely keep me on my toes,” she half agreed, half teased with a smile.

Arvil chuckled, resting their foreheads together.

“Of course I will,” he teased back. “So, what’s my darling doing?”

On my toes, indeed… Gosh dang it, Arvil, do you not realize how attractive you are or what you do to me?

“Aside from tired, you mean?” she murmured quietly, trying to hide the breathlessness. “I’m doing well. How about you, nerd?”

Arvil released her waist, smiling. “I’m doing good,” he hummed. “Hey, when’s your lunch break?”

Daisy released a silent breath and took a step back when Arvil released her. Her shoulders relaxed a bit, almost imperceptibly.

“Mine is at noon. Why do you ask?” she wondered, tilting her head to the side.

“I was hoping to take you out for lunch,” Arvil explained, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I don’t want you to starve, now do I?”

“I wouldn’t starve, Arvil. I would probably have gone out on my own,” Daisy declared with a roll of her eyes. “Lunch sounds good. Do you want to pick me up?”

“I’ll stay and bother you till lunch is over,” Arvil shrugged. “Bless you with my presence.”