Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Alamort (adj.) half dead of exhaustion
Fifty-one ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Flint
"Do you think I should get a cat?" Bells questions, tilts her head to the side to look at me.
"If that's what you want, sure." I reply, groggily, half asleep.
Bells frowns, like that wasn't the answer she expected. Turns back to the ceiling to think about it.
"I want a cat." She tells me. Smiling and my heart skips a beat at the sight of it. Reaching an arm across the bed I wrap it around her waist, ignore her squeak of surprise as I pull her into my side, rest my head in the crock of her neck as I grumble. "Then I'll get you a cat."
"Yeah?" She questions, like it's actually surprising to her. I'd give her anything she asks for. She's gotta know that by now. I've told her that multiple times, but maybe the situation in which I told her is what's having her confused. Maybe she thinks I only meant it when I'm between her legs.
"I'll get you anything you ask for Bells." I tell her honestly, snuggling against her more. Breathing in her familiar vanilla scent that sends my heart on a mission to fly amongst the stars. Turing into a heated ball of gas.
"Anything?" She replies skeptically. "That's pretty broad."
"Anything." I confirm.
Bells is silent for a few moments, thinking it over. Which is a little concerning because Arabella is hardly silent. Even now, at four in the morning when we're both supposed to be sleeping because we've got school in three hours.
But it's impossible to sleep when I'd rather stay up and talk with her. Even if all we talk about is nothing.
"What if..." Arabella trails off hesitantly and I peek an eye open to find her biting her bottom lip.
Humming I coax her into continuing. My arm around her waist tightening and my shoulders going slightly rigid when she finishes. "I wanted a baby."
My breath pauses at her words but I pay it no mind. Pulling her impossible closer. "Then we'll make a baby." I tell her, moving my hand lower than her waist. Fingers dipping into the waist band of her shorts. "We might have to practice first though."
Bells breaths hitches and I imagine her cheeks are pink. Though I can't see because my head is still hidden in the crock of her neck. The curves perfectly sculpted to match the deformed edges of my face. Like a puzzle made to fit. Pieces made to connect.
