forum Trouble in Paradise [Private RP — Closed]

Started January 21, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Would you, please? That would be awesome,” Ashley said, giving him a small smile. For some reason, she just really, really wanted strawberry ice cream… Not that she was complaining, as long as she got it.

Lucas grinned and stood up, pressing a light kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be right back, okay? You be careful!”

“I’m not going anywhere, babe,” Ashley laughed lightly, quickly kissing his cheek before he could pull away. “I’ll see you in a bit. Love you.”

Lucas quickly came back with two packs of strawberry ice cream.

“I’m home, Ash~” he sang, walking over to the kitchen and taking out an ice cream scoop. He put the ice cream in a dish and handed it to Ashley.

Ashley took the bowl and looked up at Lucas expectantly. “Where’s the rest of it?” she asked with a teasing smile on her lips, talking about the tub of ice cream.

Lucas rolled his eyes.

“In the freezing,” he answered with a smile. “Finish that and I might just give you some more.”

Ashley chuckled softly and tugged in his arm so he would sit beside her. “Thank you, love. I appreciate it.”

Lucas wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

“Do you need a foot massage?” He asked her curiously. “I’ve heard feet get swollen during pregnancy. Sorry, I don’t know kuch, but I’m trying to learn.”

“I don’t think that’ll happen until I’m a bit bigger, Luca,” Ashley said with a light laugh. “Plus, you know what happens when someone touches my feet. I wouldn’t mind a back massage, though…”

Lucas nodded.

“All right, I’ll give you one, then,” he said, shifting. “C’mon, give me some space so I can exorcise your back.”

(I don’t think that’s the word you meant to use there. Lol. Her back isn’t possessed. XD)

Ashley hummed around a mouthful of her delightful strawberry treat. She scooted so that her back was facing him and took another bite of her ice cream.

“How were your classes today?”

(No, that’s exactly what I meant. XD Luke is being silly. XD)

Lucas gently massages her back—from her shoulders before going down gently.

“They were meh,” he shrugged. “We’ve got this contest in a few months, the teacher tells us. So we’ll be having trials to check who goes and who doesn’t. There are nine spots in total, and the last day to practice is in a month.”

(Lol. Whelp. I don’t understand humor apparently…)

Ashley hummed contentedly as Lucas worked on her back, leaning into his hands. “Well, I hope you do well. Actually, I’m sure you will. You’re the best out there.”

(It’s okay. XD)

Lucas chuckled, lightly shaking his head as his hands continued to massage her back.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “There are so many out there who are better than me.”

“Better than my Luca? Not possible,” Ashley chuckled around a mouthful of ice cream. “You’re amazing. And I mean that about more than just dance.”

Lucas pressed a kiss on her neck.

“Well, I’m glad you think so,” he said, grinning. “You're the reason I am, you know.”

A rush of heat spread from where his lips had met her skin, but she quickly doused it with the cold dessert. Now was not the time for her hormones to be acting up.

“Am I? Why is that?” she wondered softly.

“Well, you make me want to work hard,” he replied, shrugging before poking her tummy. “And now this child makes me want to work harder.”

Ashley’s lips spread into a wide grin at his words, and she twisted her upper body to face him. “You’re amazing. You know that?” she whispered softly.

Lucas pulled her into his lap, grinning down at her.

“I have to be for my girlfriend and our unborn child,” he said, kissing her lightly on the nose.

Ashley let her eyes close at the kiss, and she opened them again when his lips left her skin. She smiled and leaned forward to peck him lightly.

“I love you, Lucas James McArthur,” she murmured softly.

God, his girlfriend was beautiful. She was truly the best thing that had ever happened to him, and Lucas knew he couldn’t let her slip through his fingers.

“I love you, too, Ashley Faith Carter,” he whispered before his lips descended to claim hers, careful not to make her drop her ice cream.

As his lips met hers, Ashley smiled. She kissed him back for a moment before pulling away and looking at him softly.

“I’m so glad you’re mine,” she whispered, reaching up with her free hand to trace his bottom lip gently.

Lucas took her hand in his gently, pressing a light kiss to the skin.

“I am, too,” he murmured against her palm. “I’m glad you’re mine, too.”

(Wanna skip again?
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