forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy snorted and poked him in the chest. “I’ll still have to work, you know. Just because you’re my fiancé doesn’t mean you get to distract me from my work.”

Arvil snatched her finger and pressed it against his lips, knowing it would fluster her.

“I thought being your fiancé meant exactly that,” he pouted, her finger still in his hold. “Well, we’ll have to redefine ‘fiancé.’”

Daisy’s cheeks burned. Again. She narrowed her eyes at Arvil, knowing what he was trying to do. And knowing that he would know that it was working.

“Stop that. Let me work, you menace. You can find an extra chair and pull it over if you want,” she said, snatching her finger back.

At her burning cheeks, Arvil chuckled, eyes twinkling. His hand remained hovering for a few seconds before he stuffed it back in his pocket again.

“I have a better idea,” his eyes gleamed teasingly. “You can sit on my lap. Won’t that be much better?”

Daisy huffed and pushed him away again, pulling her hand back before he could grab it this time.

“Go find a chair, nerd,” she said as she sat back down in her own. “I’ll be working on my latest project.”

Arvil grinned at her, pleased with her reaction.

“All right,” he turned around to find a chair nearby, “Whatever my love says.”

Daisy rolled her eyes and went back to focusing on her work. She didn’t notice as Arvil found a chair and sat down near her. Rather, she stared at her computer screen and typed up her report.

At exactly noon, she pushed her chair back from her desk and stood up. Turning around, she looked down at Arvil with a smile.

“Ready?”

She looked so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even look at Arvil. He didn’t mind. He was content with just staring at her as she worked.

Finally, after a few hours, she turned around to face Arvil and he blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, ready,” he answered. “Pick where you want to go. My treat, obviously.”

Daisy hummed in thought, glancing around as she did so. She turned her gaze back to Arvin and chewed on her lip for a second before remembering something he’d said and stopping.

“Chipotle, maybe? We haven’t gone there together,” she suggested with a shrug.

“That’s fine by me,” Arvil replied, noting how she had stopped chewing on her lip immediately. “Come on. How long does your lunch last?”

“About thirty minutes of it’s a short day, an hour of it’s a long day… Like today,” Daisy said as she led him toward the door. “So it’s an hour.”

“All right,” Arvil hummed, spinning the keys around his finger. “So I get to have your attention for a whole hour.”

“If I choose to give it to you,” Daisy hummed, smirking a bit as she stepped out the front door. “So it depends, doesn’t it?”

Arvil scowled at her, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

“Nopes, you’re mine for the hour,” he declared. “No objections.”

“Hey! No kidnapping people! That’s frowned upon in our society, you know,” Daisy objected, squirming in his arms as another blush rose to her cheeks. The last time they’d been in this position… had turned out to be very awkward…

“It’s not kidnapping if the victim gives her consent,” he said, knowing exactly where her mind had wandered off to. That time, he had been unprepared. He was sure he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. “Besides, You’d gladly let me kidnap you.”

“Oh yeah? Whoever said that?” Daisy questioned him, still writhing in his grip. “Lemme go, you big nerd.”

“Let me think about that,” Arvil said jokingly, tightening his told on her. “Nah.”

Daisy huffed and stopped squirming in his arms. “Fine, then. I’ll just… do this,” she said as she dropped all of her weight and sank to the ground.

“Whoa!” Arvil stumbled a little, that having been unexpected. Then he glanced at her, and a mischievous smirk laced his lips. “Then I’ll do this, I suppose.”

Still holding on to her tight, he bent down, slipped his arms under her knees, and picked her up in his arms.

“Hey! That’s not fair. Put me down, you dork,” Daisy protested, frowning up at him.

“Absolutely not,” Arvil chuckled, already making his way to his car. “You asked for it.”

“Actually, I’d argue that I asked for exactly the opposite of this,” Daisy muttered. She huffed, though the sound was half-hearted, and turned to face away from him.

“Aw, is my flower upset?” Arvil teased her, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek. “We’re almost there, darling.”

Heat rose to her cheeks again. “…My flower…?”

“Sure. Upset. Would that make you put me down?” she questioned, turning to glare up at him.