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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She huffed and gently began pushing on him. “Asshherrr you’re going to be late for work,” She hummed, taking the pillow from him. “Come on,”

He moaned, burying his head in the blankets. "No." He replied grumpily. "Not going." He burrowed down into the blankets. "Warm." He insisted with a yawn.

She puffed her cheeks up and pulled the blankets away from him. “You’re going to be late! Come on, get up Asher!” She whined softly. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

He whined, curling up into a ball. "No." He insisted. "Dont wanna." He peeked up at her. "You can kiss me without me getting up."

She frowned. Then beamed. “I’ll let you come and help me paint! You know, my painting room!” She chirped.

He groaned again, rolling over and away from her. "Noo. Tired." He replied, still curled into a ball. "Wanna sleep."

“Oh come on, Asher. Please?” She murmured, draping herself over his side. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes and smiled.

Asher groaned, and mumbled, sitting up. He had a magnificent bedhead, his black hair sticking up everywhere. "Fiiiine." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

She giggled at his hair, reaching up to run her fingers through it. It was soft… Arabella loved it. She purred when he complied, leaning against him.

He put an arm around her gently, closing his eyes and leaning into her hands much like a cat or dog would. "Mmph."

She blushed lightly, wondering if he was always like this. She smiled softly and continued to play with her hair

He gave a low hum, eyes closed. It was rather obvious that he had been far more tired yesterday than he had let on, and was still tired this morning. He sighed softly.

She smiled softly and leaned her head against his shoulder. “You look tired, Asher.” She commented, kissing his cheek softly.

Asher shrugged. "Mmph. Just a little." He replied sleepily, leaning his head on hers a little bit. His black hair was soft, and messy all over his head.

She blushed a deep pink and sighed happily. “Mm you’re going to be late for work Asher…” she mumbled, once again running her fingers through his hair.

He leaned into her hands with a soft hum. "Don't care. They can't fire me, remember?" He replied sleepily, golden eyes closed, his lashes brushing against his cheeks.

“Mm that’s true but you have to keep a reputation, Asher.” She reminded him, his name sweet on her tongue. She wanted to say it more often. Why did she feel closer to him already? She should be pushing him off of her, she should not be touching his hair so gently but it was soft… he was soft… and sweet… and-

She stopped herself there. He wasn’t interested. He had told her he wasn’t ready… he might never be ready. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes.

"Mmmmm. What if I just show up late, instead?" He replied, opening his eyes slightly and looking at her tiredly. She's adorable…I don't want to leave. I want to stay home and just…be with her. And sleep. That too.

She smiled softly and shook her head. “If I go with you will you be almost on time? I haven’t seen your office yet either.” She notes, kissing his cheek softly. She wanted to be close emotionally with him.

He made soft whining sound. "I don't want to." He insisted childishly. "And you can see my office later, it isn't that special." He blinked in surprise at the kiss, looking at her curiously. "What was that for?"

She sighed softly, then blushed. “Well I… I just wanted to…” She murmured. “S-sorry. If you don’t like it I can stop. I just think… I think if I show more affection we could grow closer, you know? It’s just wishful thinking though.”

He shook his head slightly. "It's okay." He replied with a soft smile. "I don't mind." He closed his eyes again, yawning slightly. It was rather hard to tell if he really was tired or if it was just theatrics, at this point.

She leaned into him again and laughed weakly. “Thank you… but we really have to get up.” She purred. “Please?” Her hand found his hair again.

He sighed loudly, dragging himself out of bed. "Fine…" He went into his closet, getting dressed, and coming back out. His dark hair still stuck up everywhere, and his gold eyes were only half open.

She giggled softly, standing and gently tugging him towards the bathroom, where she grabbed a brush. “Bend down a little. Or find a place to sit so I can do your hair.”