Summary: Checking in with Trucker!Ari and Sugar, about a year after she goes back for him.
A/N: A little drabble on our two lovebirds! I figured perhaps it was time I showed you guys just exactly how big beefy trucker Ari would ask his girl to be exactly that - all his, for the rest of his life. And as expected, it really isn't anything special. But it's all Ari. And the only thing that matters to him is his Sugar.
You're sitting in a lawn chair next to the truck, flipping through a magazine while Ari is off filling the tank.
It's hot today, but not unbearable, which makes it the perfect time to work on your non-existent tan. You're eating a bag of jellybeans that's almost finished as you read through the articles.
Ten signs he's into you
How to get his attention
Get a beach body in 30 days
You flip through the pages, rolling your eyes at how half the articles have recipes for desserts and treats, while all the ads are for fad diets or guides on how to lose weight.
To be honest, you only bought the magazine because it's all they had at the convenience store in the lot, and you weren't in the mood to read Ari's copy of Jane Eyre again.
You really need to buy some books, soon. Especially for days like this.
You know for a fact it doesn't take this long to refill the tank. You know this, because you've been with Ari for over a year now, and it only rarely ever takes this long. You also know exactly why it is taking this long, today.
Your eyes lift from your magazine to look across the lot, just to confirm your suspicion.
Whenever you're at a truck stop that's one of Ari's regular places, he always takes such a long time to fill the tank. Or to get supplies. Or to do just about anything.
You chuckle to yourself when you spot him standing around with a group of men, a bottle of beer in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. One of the men, whom you recognize from past encounters, says something to the group, and Ari immediately throws his head back, letting out a rumbling laugh that carries through the parking lot.
You slide your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look at him over the brim, eyes trailing over his form. He's shirtless, undoubtedly to both maintain that delectable tan color of his skin as well as to assert himself. None of the others come even remotely close to him.
Most of them have small bellies, and they don't seem as.. well groomed, as Ari. They may be around the same age but they still look much older, jeans fitting a little too tight and hair not as thick.
You tilt your head, eyes trailing over how Ari's abs flex as he leans back on the half wall surrounding the lot, one arm resting on top of it.
You recognize the other guy, the one that made him laugh, and he might be the only other guy in the vicinity who could come close to Ari.
His name is Curtis, you've bumped into him a few times by now, and he's nice. Always treats you kindly, with respect even, which is not always something you've experienced. Everyone who meets you and Ari know there's a power imbalance there, they can tell you're much younger, and it's made for some awkward encounters once in a while.
But you always brush it off. You don't care about what anyone else thinks; all you care about is Ari and how happy he makes you.
Curtis' eyes find yours for a moment before he mumbles something to Ari, who turns his head to look in your direction. He grins widely, making you quirk a brow at him as he says something to the group.
Before you know it, all five men are walking in your direction, Ari taking a final drag of his cigarette before he tosses it on the ground.
You push your sunglasses back up your nose, pretending not to notice them as they walk towards you, returning to your reading.
What to do to drive him wild in bed
You smirk, immediately marking the page so you'll be able to easily find it later, and right as you do, you hear a familiar voice.
"Hiya sugar," Ari says, making you look up at him. He walks the rest of the way towards you, a dazzling smile on his face, "Stayin' hydrated in the heat?"
You shrug, looking up at Ari as he stands before you, Curtis standing next to him and the remaining three men standing a little behind them, but all eyes are trained on you.
"I had some water earlier."
"Mmh, that's good," Ari hums, turning to look at the other men, "Guys, go grab some chairs and beers. Come sit with us. We're stayin' for the day."
The others nod and walk off, Curtis offering you a smile before he walks in the direction of his truck. The second you're alone, Ari turns back to you, "C'mon sugar, stand up for me for a second."
You chuckle, knowing exactly why he's asking you to get up, closing your magazine and getting up from your chair with a smirk, "Why do I need to get up?"
"You know why," Ari grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you to him before he places a quick kiss on your lips. He turns you both around and places himself in the chair, pulling you down to sit in his lap once he's seated.
His arms move around your waist, palms landing on your stomach as you lean your back against his chest. His slender fingers find the magazine in your hand, immediately opening it and flipping through the pages, "Anythin' excitin' in here?"
"Mhmm," you hum, shifting in his lap to get more comfortable, "Flip to that marked page."
You can feel his chest hair against the nape of your neck, your head leaning back until you can rest it on his shoulder. He hands you his beer, and you take a sip while he finds the article you've marked.
"What to do to drive him wild in bed," Ari reads, humming as he nods, "Interesting. Did you write this article, sugar?"
Ari smirks at you, making you giggle, "Hmm, no, but I figured it was worth a look. See if there's anything in there I haven't done to you yet."
"Doubt it," Ari snorts, quickly scanning through it, "Ain't nothin' in here that's as fun as what we do, baby."
You chuckle, your free hand finding his fingers, playing with them gently, "Nah, we're pretty good at it."
"Yeah, we are," Ari mumbles, taking a sip of beer when you direct the bottle to his lips.
You smile when the others walk back to your little spot with their chairs, immediately placing more beers on the ground before they sit down to make all of you sit in a circle.
One of the men looks at you, his gaze lingering on you for a moment as you sit in Ari's lap, before he asks, "And what's your name?"
"This is sugar," Ari replies as you take another sip of his beer, "My wife."
You sputter, choking on your sip, before you look at Ari over your shoulder with raised brows.
The other men chuckle at your reaction, making Curtis state, "You sure about that, Levinson? Doesn't seem like she was aware."
"Uh, no," you immediately say, looking at Ari incredulously, "She wasn't."
Ari snickers, "Aw, come on. I'm too old to have a girlfriend. It's wife or roommate, you pick."
The others chuckle again, but you refuse to bite, narrowing your eyes at Ari, "Excuse me, Mr. Levinson. If you want me to be your wife, you have to ask. And, you have to get a ring. End of discussion."
"Who says I ain't already got a ring?" Ari counters, watching your tense expression.
"Well, the ring isn't for you, idiot," you grumble, pursing your lips, "It's supposed to be for me."
You glare at Ari for a moment, and he holds your stare teasingly before he lets out a chuckle, "Oh sugar, aren't you just the cutest? You want a ring, hm? Whaddaya want? A diamond? That good enough for ya?"
You snort, taking a sip of his beer before you turn back to look at the others, mumbling under your breath, "Asshole.."
Ari laughs, arms squeezing you tighter, "That's not very nice."
"Neither are you," you immediately respond, plucking the magazine from his hands, "It's not nice to tease."
"Who says I'm teasin'?"
You look at Ari over your shoulder, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Ari, stop," you whisper quietly, pouting slightly, "It's not funny."
"I'm not makin' any jokes here, sugar," Ari replies, tilting his head as he looks at you, "What'll it take, hm? A diamond?"
You frown, glancing shortly over at Curtis who just looks at you with a curious expression. You look back at Ari, "No, don't need a diamond. Just a ring."
"Okay," Ari nods, taking the beer from your hand to get a sip, "What else?"
"Uhm.." You glance away to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, "Honeymoon. One where I get to decide where we go."
"That I can do," Ari responds calmly, eyes holding yours intensely, "That it?"
You nod once, unsure if he's bluffing or not, "Mhm, that's it."
"Okay then," Ari states, placing a quick kiss on your cheek, "You got it, sugar."
oKAY WOW COME HELL OR HIGHWAYS?! INSANELY GOOD OMFG SO BEAUTIFUL I CANT EVEN COPE😩ur writing is INCREDIBLE i’m just obsessed w you and your mind
okay i feel like these two defo go and get one another’s names on each other? like ari gets her name across his big ole tiddy and maybe she gets like his name on her collar bone? or she gets a preTTY TREE SOMEWHERE OMFG STOP😩🥹
AHH THANK YOU HONEY
This has been sitting in my inbox because I NEEDED to turn this into a drabble !!!
It's so fucking cute !!!!
Highways & Heatstrokes drabble below
Warning: cute, cute, cute moment, fluff, talks of tattoos/needles!
Your fingers are laced with Aris as you wince at the pain inflicted on your skin. It had been your idea; you couldn't get the idea of Ari being forever marked on your skin out of your head. Even if it was more imaginative than just his name.
Right now you're regretting not just going with his name. It's three fucking letters - why the hell would you choose to have an entire tree tattooed on you instead?!
You glance down at your forearm where the tattoo artist is moving the needle over your skin. Your brows furrow, studying it meticulously to ensure he doesn't make any mistakes; you took forever to choose the perfect tree and you would not tolerate it not turning out as pretty on your skin as it did on the paper. You wanted the tree to convey the beauty of Ari; it was big, a thick trunk, large crown that weaved out into many different branches. The coloring is black, making the design more intricate, even the leaves were meticulously drawn out.
Your eyes flit up to Ari's face after a moment, a small smile making its way onto your face when you notice how his eyes are locked on the design currently being painted onto your skin. He feels your eyes on him, quickly meeting your gaze, holding eye contact for a moment.
But then you flinch and whimper when a particular stroke makes it hurt more, scrunching your face up in pain. Ari is there immediately, his free hand brushing over your forehead, fingertips scratching your scalp while he holds your hand firmly in his.
After what feels like forever, the tattoo artist finally finishes.
"All done."
Your eyes move over the intricate design, face splitting into a wide grin as you murmur, "It's perfect."
You get out of the seat before your big, beefy fiancé plops down in it to take your place. He unbuttons his shirt, tan skin revealing itself to you gradually before he points to his left peck, the spot right above his heart.
"I want it right here," Ari says, directing his words to the tattoo artist, "I don't have a specific design drawn out, it's pretty basic, I just need it to be clear."
"Okay," the tattoo artist nods, looking at Ari, "And what are we drawing today?"
You smile warmly as you take Ari's right hand, your fingers tangling with his as he replies, "A sugar cube."
