forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arvil pretended to think over it before giving Daisy a look. “Whatever you want, I suppose,” he offered a shrug. “Within reason. If you lose, though, I’ll just assume it’s because you want a kiss.”

“And if I really couldn’t do it?” Daisy wondered, turning to nock another arrow before she felt the heat creeping up on her cheeks.

“Well, then I guess we’ll never know, huh?” Arvil winked at her, noticing the redness on her cheeks. “Fire away, love.”

Daisy huffed breath and pulled back on her arrow. She squinted at the target, aimed just to the right of her last shots, and released the arrow with a breath. It dug in just to the right of the center, closer than the others but not a bullseye her. She still needed some practice, it seemed.

Arvil smirked at her, though he really was joking when he said he’d kiss her if she missed. It was just him teasing her. “Well, you missed,” he patted her on the head soothingly. “That’s all right. You were closer this time.”

Daisy shrugged, crinkling her nose slightly before turning to look at him. “Are you going to try, too? Or just stare at me while I do?”

Arvil looked at her before chuckling. He walked over to the bow section and pulled out a longer one. He walked over to the other target and smiled at Daisy. “If I hit the center, will I get a kiss?”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Daisy asked with an amused smile. “After… You know…”

Arvil shrugged. “I was just kidding,” he murmured, turning his attention back to the target. He got into position, straightened his back and nocked the arrow. Raising his elbow, he pulled the string back—and let go of the arrow, watching as it sizzled past and hit the target. A little off from the center, but still close. “Ah, I missed.”

“I know you were… Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Daisy sighed, shaking her head. She watched him shoot his first arrow and miss, humming as she did so. “Well, I think you got closer than I did!”

Arvil ignored her first statement, head already filled with the magnificent taste of her lips. The feeling of her mouth against his, pressing harder. The way she had climbed onto his lap and straddled his waist. Her fingers, which had woven into his hair, tugging, heat pouring out them. He could still remember the soft sounds that had escaped her throat.

Arvil blinked, removing any traces of where his mind had led him to off of his expression. Instead, he turned to give Daisy a lazy smile. “Of course I did.”

Daisy snorted. “Modest, I see. At least that hasn’t changed in the past month.”

“It’s only been a month, love,” Arvil chuckled, taking another arrow and turning his attention back to the target. He nocked it and pulled the string back, aiming well and fired. It hit the center. Arvil smirked. “Bullseye.”

“Yes, but you never know how much something or someone could change in a month,” Daisy said with a shrug. He hit the target, and she nodded slowly. “Nice job.”

Arvil set his bow away, sighing. He had changed. Terribly so. The whole month without this crazy woman had driven him insane. He could barely sleep without the feeling of her pressed up against him. He had turned into a maniac. Even Noah had stopped with his dry remarks. If she knew just how much her absence had affected him… what would she do?

“Fair enough,” he murmured. “You haven’t changed, either. Still the same.”

Daisy gave him a tiny smile, her lips just barely quirking up for him. “Like you said, it’s only been a month. And I wasn’t doing anything different than before,” she said. Other than missing you, that is. Gosh, why do I want you so badly?

Arvil ran a hand through his hair. Why was he still flirting with her? He was just making things harder for himself. It was just a silly crush.

“You have one more turn left,” he said to her without looking. “Go again.”

Why wouldn’t he meet her eyes? Had she done something wrong? Had she upset him somehow?

Daisy sighed and mentally shook herself, pushing her worries to the back of her mind. She could wonder about her feelings for him later, when she wasn’t likely to pull him to herself.

So, with a nod, she picked her bow up again. After nocking and aiming her arrow, she peered down the shaft at the target and released. Again, not quite a bullseye, but better than the last time.

“Well, at least your aim’s getting better,” Arvil teased, hands in his pockets, eyes on the target rather than the woman. “At the rate you’re going, you’d be one step closer to becoming the heroine.”

“Yeah, yeah. This is literally the second time I have shot a bow. I can’t be perfect in two sessions,” Daisy said, picking up another arrow and going through the motions again. She shot it, the arrow burying itself in the target below the last one.

“I never said that, though. You’ll be coming here often, I assume,” Arvil gave her a knowing smirk. Of course she’d be coming here. They were going to be married. And even if they weren’t… Arvil didn’t think he could ever have the company’s doors closed on her. “Take it easy, tiger. Your arms will start to ache with the strain.”

“Just one more shot,” Daisy murmured, reaching for another arrow. She just wanted to see how close she could get today…

“All right. One more shot,” Arvil crossed his arms as he watched her.

Daisy shot him a smile before aiming and shooting the next arrow. It hit closer, yet still didn’t make it. With a sigh, Daisy moves to put he bow away.

“All right. I suppose I should jet you get back to work, huh?” she mused as she turned back to Arvil.

“I don’t really care,” Arvil said instantly, not wanting her to leave yet. “Work can wait. It’s not like I have a lot to do, anyway.”

Daisy blinked and put her hands in the pockets of her blazer. He had answered quickly… “Well… What should we do, then? I’m open to suggestions.”

“Ah, that’s a good question…” Arvil rubbed the back of his head. “Walk with me, I guess?”

“Where? Just… around the building?” Daisy asked, making her way over to him. “Or a park somewhere?”

“Wherever you want,” Arvil finally looked at her, holding out his hand. “We can walk wherever you want.”

Daisy hummed softly, glancing down at his hand. She fought the urge to chew on her lip — a bad habit she needed to break — remembering how it affected him.

“Is there a park nearby?” she wondered as she gently took his hand, continuing to look at their hands even after she had.