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When Arthur stormed into the house, anda knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even lebih worked up than usual as anda slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as anda draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” anda greeted, Ciuman his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, anda replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” anda took a kerusi, tempat duduk seterusnya to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” anda stroked his cheek gently. “Did something happen at the World Meeting?”
“Ugh, just those gits, America and France! Argh!” Arthur fumed.
“Tell me what happened?” anda ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, anda raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast anda a woeful glare, as if anda were supposed to know, anda continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell anda for a long time…”
Blinking, anda had to make sure anda had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and anda wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become lebih difficult—if that was possible. Your impossible Brit dealt with you, though, so patience could be prescribed to any situation, especially at his expense.
“What do anda think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, anda wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
anda smiled oh-so knowingly; he was trying to propose to you!
“For months now, I’ve been trying, but it’s hard!”
This was too adorable and anda grew lebih confident.
“Just please, promise me anda won’t laugh!”
Gently, anda leaned ke hadapan and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but anda didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, anda wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, anda calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t anda ask?”
Groaning and grimacing, Arthur launched himself to his feet, muttering, “Just a minute,” and stormed to the other room. Sitting on the couch, waiting for his return, anda couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling Ros in one arm, carrying chocolates in one hand, an intricately decorated box in the other. Readying himself, clearing his throat, Arthur dithered and then fell to one knee before you.
So romantic and sweet was this man that your hati, tengah-tengah raced uncontrollably.
“My love,” Arthur’s green eyes were smoldering as he stared up at you, “marry me, won’t you?”
Ring box opening with a small pop to reflect your expression, anda found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring anda a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as anda and Arthur fitted together, anda tried to respond. Eyes watering, anda looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. anda were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” anda were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting anda closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call anda Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and Bunga onto the floor, anda kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped anda onto your back. Even then, neither of anda could stop Ciuman the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, anda halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want anda to say it.”
“Say what?” anda were confused. What had anda been talking about?
“That anda Cinta me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, anda pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I Cinta you, Arthur Kirkland. I want anda to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, anda pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I Cinta you,” anda repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then anda shall hear it until the hari anda die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold anda to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
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When Arthur stormed into the house, anda knew something was wrong. Moody to begin with, the Brit seemed even lebih worked up than usual as anda slinked over to him. Yanking at his hair, he failed to perceive your approach as anda draped your arms around his shoulders. “Hello, love!” anda greeted, Ciuman his cheek warmly.
Shrieking, Arthur exclaimed, “Gah! Space, space!”
Pouting, anda replied, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch! Sheesh!” anda took a kerusi, tempat duduk seterusnya to him and noticed that he looked ‘off his rocker’, as he would say. “What’s wrong, Arthur?” anda stroked his cheek gently. “Did something happen at the World Meeting?”
“Ugh, just those gits, America and France! Argh!” Arthur fumed.
“Tell me what happened?” anda ran your fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“They drive me crazy! They kept teasing me,” he mumbled.
Almost amused, anda raised an eyebrow, but carefully kept your tone concerned. “Teasing you? About what, hun?” Though he cast anda a woeful glare, as if anda were supposed to know, anda continued watching him, letting him vent as he needed.
“I just…well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell anda for a long time…”
Blinking, anda had to make sure anda had heard that one correctly. “Something you’ve meaning to tell me?” He nodded sheepishly, red as could be, and anda wondered what it was. Of course, he wouldn’t give anything away and seemed to become lebih difficult—if that was possible. Your impossible Brit dealt with you, though, so patience could be prescribed to any situation, especially at his expense.
“What do anda think it is?” Arthur snapped. “I just—everyone knows!”
Inkling of hope burgeoning, anda wondered if he was trying to propose to you.
“And it’s not fair because they always ask me when I will!”
anda smiled oh-so knowingly; he was trying to propose to you!
“For months now, I’ve been trying, but it’s hard!”
This was too adorable and anda grew lebih confident.
“Just please, promise me anda won’t laugh!”
Gently, anda leaned ke hadapan and kissed Arthur, shutting him up. Listening to him drive himself insane was cute, but anda didn’t want his pride to be damaged permanently. When his lips pressed eagerly into yours, anda wished for him to be all yours. Determined to have this wish granted, anda calmly and playfully replied, “Chances are, I will probably say yes, so why don’t anda ask?”
Groaning and grimacing, Arthur launched himself to his feet, muttering, “Just a minute,” and stormed to the other room. Sitting on the couch, waiting for his return, anda couldn’t help but smile as he arrived cradling Ros in one arm, carrying chocolates in one hand, an intricately decorated box in the other. Readying himself, clearing his throat, Arthur dithered and then fell to one knee before you.
So romantic and sweet was this man that your hati, tengah-tengah raced uncontrollably.
“My love,” Arthur’s green eyes were smoldering as he stared up at you, “marry me, won’t you?”
Ring box opening with a small pop to reflect your expression, anda found yourself completely unprepared for the gorgeous ring mirroring anda a thousand times over. Slipping the ring onto your finger and marveling at how perfectly it fit, just as anda and Arthur fitted together, anda tried to respond. Eyes watering, anda looked at Arthur to find him smiling confidently. anda were too choked up to speak.
“A-Arthur,” anda were beyond touched, “of course I will! Yes! Yes!”
“Good,” he grinned, inviting anda closer for a kiss, “because I’ve wanted to call anda Mrs. Kirkland for a long, long time.”
Throwing your arms around him, carelessly knocking the chocolates and Bunga onto the floor, anda kissed your messy-haired, green-eyed fiancé until he flipped anda onto your back. Even then, neither of anda could stop Ciuman the other, but Arthur had something he wanted to say. Respecting his wishes, anda halted your affections briefly. Straddling you, Arthur put a finger to your lips.
“Say it,” he quietly demanded, eyelids fluttering, “I want anda to say it.”
“Say what?” anda were confused. What had anda been talking about?
“That anda Cinta me,” Arthur bluntly supplied, “I want to hear it.”
Laughing lightly, anda pulled him close to you, lips eagerly brushing against his ear, “I Cinta you, Arthur Kirkland. I want anda to be mine, forever.” Before he could say it was so, anda pushed your lips against his, claiming him eternally. “I Cinta you,” anda repeated between kisses, “and if I’m not saying it with kisses, then anda shall hear it until the hari anda die.”
Arthur moved his lips sensually against yours. “I’m going to hold anda to that, Mrs. Kirkland.”
