Dave didn't know how they ended up like this, but nevertheless he thanked all the Gods above for this moment.
Arabella was straddling his waist, kissing his lips with her own, her hair all over their faces. Her scent was invading him, a mixture of laced vanilla and fresh strawberries. His hands somehow slip through her hips, touching the visible skin on her waist as she melts under his touch like she was chocolate. Her soft moans were heavenly satisfying to hear, it was the second best thing he loves hearing other than her laugh.
He wanted more. His heart was beating so fast it was no surprise Arabella could hear it too, they were both breathing heavily and it seemed to turn him on even more. With a newfound set of confidence, he switches their places so he was now on top, landing his pair of lips on her jaw.
It went on and on, kissing each other's necks and ending up with their hands tangled on each other's hair and clothes. It was perfect according to Dave, he loved how they fit perfectly together, their lips and hands. He wishes it would never end.
When they both stop, Arabella finds Dave smiling widely. Really wide, he can't help it though, because he likes her. He really likes her.
"What's with that stupid smile?" She smirks, probably knowing that she was the cause of his reaction.
"It's just that- this is probably the best week of my whole life." He admits honestly, and now he's the one who feels like chocolate, melting through her heated stare.
And then she smiles, one that's pure deadly like before. Reckless but also beautiful, and his eyes travel to her rosy cheeks, naturally formed on her face like a blooming flower.
Oh Arabella, Dave sighs inwardly. He slightly wishes she would stop smiling like that, becase it always made something twitch inside of him - or more likely twitch something inside his pants. That smile made him want to jump her bones right then and there.
"Me too." She says, pressing her lips againsts his once again. And he couldn't be more happier.
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"Did you use black magic?"
"No."
"Do you have superpowers?"
"No."
"Did you use a love potion?"
"No!"
"Then I don't get it," Martin sighs exasperatedly, slumping against his seat before leaning his elbows back at the cafeteria table. "How does she end up liking you?"
"Gee, thanks Martin. I appreciate your ecstatic support." Dave says sarcastically, rolling his eyes on the process.
"Dude! I'm serious, aren't you at the least a bit weirded out that Arabella, the same Arabella who's badass and drove her motorcycle in our hallways, suddenly hangs out with a slightly stalker nerd who's always believed he doesn't stand a chance-"
"I think I get your point-"
"Shh." Martin waves his arms to shush him down, and Dave sighs.
"I'm not done, yeah? So, supposedly, there are a bunch of reasons to why she's doing this, and half of the reasons are not good I'm telling you."
"And what may those reasons be, Martin?" Dave asks boringly, Martin always does this. Making up ridiculous theories that are sometimes a little too overboard or maybe too good to be true.
"One, she's bored so she's messing with you."
"Oh, come on-"
"Two, she probably needs something from you so she makes a plan on how to tie you up in her tiny little finger-"
"Martin, stop-"
"Or three, maybe she's just that psychotic and plans on killing you once she gets the two of you alone."
"Or maybe," Dave says, "she just needs someone who understands her and would listen to her like I do. She has a tough life, Martin. And I trust her, and I'm-" He tries his best to say the next words without debating himself. "I think she trusts me too, I feel like she wants me by her side."
"And you will?"
"Yeah, I will."
Martin grins, patting his shoulder like a father does when he's proud of his son. "Then I'm proud of you, Dave. Just - just be careful, alright?"
Dave takes a mental note on that one.
