hearts in the sky || artiella
simplyariella:
âOh, shush you just want to think that Iâm thinking dirty.â she replies rolling her eyes at him. âOf course I know that.. youâre my best friend and boyfriend, I could tell you anything. Iâll keep that in mind for sure.. Iâm not embarrassed about them..â she mutters as he kisses the side of her head causing her to smile over at him. Ariella smiles at the blonde, âYouâre really confident about that arenât you?â she questions rising an eyebrow at him looking pure amused that the blonde walk talking about them having babies already.Â
Ariella grins, âI know that you do.. which is why I enjoy cooking for you.. And I sure hope that you do..â she mumbles pulling out a box. Inside was a locket with a little camera in the front. Inside the locket was a photograph of the two of them, which had âwe keep this love in a photograph,â in it. She shyly handed it over to him as she buries her face in his chest. âWow, you know me so well.. I totally would pay more attention to her.â
âOf course I do. You know I have a very dirty mind,â he smirked, kissing her ear and pressing closed-mouth kisses chastely up and down her neck. âThereâs no reason why you should be embarrassed. The more you tell me about what you like the more I can do for you to make you feel amazing. That includes stuff like cooking and cleaning, for the record. Not just sexy stuff. You can tell me anything youâd like me to do that makes you happy,â he pointed out, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her neck. It felt so warm compared to his relatively cold nose. âAnd of course I am. I always knew Iâd spend my life with you, I just didnât always know Iâd be your future husband.â
Arthur raised an eyebrow, his eyes softening at her little gift. He opened the locket and smiled at the picture, before he shook his head and rubbed her back. âAw, itâs cute! Not lame at all. I love it,â he promised her, kissing the top of her head and moving his hands so he could clasp the necklace around his neck, and slipped the chain into his many layers. âThatâs why I couldnât bring her. Sheâd be your Valentine instead of me,â he pouted. Artie smiled and lifted her chin so she was looking at him. âWant me to tell you about the constellations now?â He asked, his hands absently tracing her arms. âWait,â he said, before he unzipped his big winter jacket and moved his hands to unzip her jacket too, and pulling her tiny body tightly to his. âMuch warmer now isnât it?â He said quietly, kissing the top of her forehead. He slid his hands around her waist in the warm pocket between the jacket and her body, holding her so her face was against his neck.









