forum “I can’t love you...” Reposting this here (O/O|Romance|Closed|)

Started August 10, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Asher smiled slightly as he drove, letting her lean on him. When they reached the house, he stopped the car, looking down at her for a moment.

She looked peaceful, and soft as she snored away, her nose buried in the sleeve of his jacket and hands laying peacefully in her lap. For once she looked almost normal, like any other female.

He smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and picked her up, carrying her into the house. He glanced down at her with a small smile as he carried her up to their bedroom. If she woke up and wanted him to put her down, he would. But otherwise…he wasn't going to put her down anywhere except on the bed.

She whined and shifted softly when they were nearly to the bedroom. She yawned, her small pink tongue sticking out as she opened an eye blearily. “Are we home?” She asked, leaning into his chest and humming as she closed her eyes once more. “I’m tired… and I want more desert~”

He chuckled softly. "Yes, we're home. And if you're tired, you can go to bed. As for dessert…not right now. I don't have the recipe yet. But once i do, we can make it." He replied, opening the door to the bedroom and setting her down on the bed, tucking the covers over her.

“M’kay…” She murmured, smiling happily as she was laid down. Arabella snuggled into the blankets around her once she was tucked in, slowly grabbing his arm and gently pulling down on him. “Lay with me… the bed’s cold without someone else.” She murmured, half asleep. She was delirious and incredibly disoriented. She just wanted more sleep. But she didn’t want to sleep without him.

He chuckled softly. "Arabella, i want to put my pajamas on first, all right?" He replied, gently extricating his arm from her grip, and heading into his closet to change. He came back out after a few minutes, in his pajamas, and got into bed beside her. "There." He said.

She blinked sleepily up at him and buried her face in the blankets. “Mm pajama’s sound nice… I should get out of my dress…” she shook her head gently. “But I don’t wanna move.”

He chuckled. "Well, since I doubt you want me stripping and dressing you, I suppose we are at an impasse. Because if you won't do it yourself, you can't have pajamas." He smiled lightly, and kissed her forehead, not seeming to really realize what he was doing.

Arabella flushed, shaking her head. “No! I-I can dress myself!” She exclaimed, sitting up and hiding her blush from him after the kiss. She bit her lip and risked a glance in his direction. “I-I’m going to get in my pajamas… I’ll Be back…” and with that she stood, blushing profoundly as she hurried into her closet to strip and slide on a nightgown.

He chuckled. "Alright." He lay back down, closing his eyes for a moment with a soft yawn. It felt…nice. To just relax with someone. It had been so long since he had last been able to.

Arabella emerged only a few moments later. She climbed into the bed and shuffled herself under the covers. On instinct she curled against him, smiling happily.

Asher put an arm around her gently, and closed his eyes with a soft, content sigh. Then he yawned again. He was more tired than he had originally thought, that was for sure

She yawned right after him, laughing softly. “Thank you Asher… for everything. I’m glad I have you as a husband and not someone else…”

He chuckled softly. "You're welcome." He smiled lightly. "And I'm glad I have you, not some other woman." He replied, yawning yet again as he started to fall asleep.

She hummed, drifting back off into the blackness of sleep. It was calm and warm against him. She could feel and almost hear his gentle heartbeat. It was exciting.

Asher was quiet, falling asleep slowly. He could feel Arabella right beside him, which he didn't mind.

(Alrightyyy)

Arabella woke with a happy and relaxed air, snuggling into the warmth that laid beside her. She had subconsciously thrown her arms around his neck in her sleep and didn’t quite process what was going on yet.

Asher was still asleep, an arm around her. He had overslept already, not that he had really noticed. He couldn't notice. He was asleep.

She smiled when she opened her eyes to his sleeping face. Arabella giggled and gently tugged on his arm. “Asher? Isn’t it time to get up? Would you like some breakfast?”

Asher grunted. "Mmph." He mumbled, turning his head into the pillows. "Don't wanna." He said childishly, shifting. "Tired." He mumbled by way of explanation.

She laughed softly and gently ran her fingers through his hair. “Hey, Asher you have to get up.” She murmured to him, gently shaking his arm and humming.

He groaned, mumbling under his breath. "Go 'way. Don't wanna get up." He insisted in a childish way, burying his head in the pillow.