so kiss me

text; girlfriend's best friend

Logan kept his eyes wandering to look for what he wanted until Aria beckoned him towards a certain direction. Tugging her along he arrived at the wall of baby shoes that he had never noticed just how tiny they were until he actually paid attention to them. Picking up a pink pair of converse, he set one of them in the palm of his hands and gave a light laugh. “It’s really tiny, babe,” he looked to Aria, a genuine smile on his face at the thought of his baby girl wearing shoes the same as his. Picking up a light blue pair, Logan set it in her hands. “So which would you rather? Baby boy or baby girl?” he whispered, keeping his voice hushed so not even strangers could hear they were expecting.

Aria gave him a smile, admiring how he was with the little shoes. "I'd rather have a girl, but you never know. --Maybe we should get both pairs." She whispered, standing on her toes to press her lips to his cheek, gently. "So that way if we have a girl, we have little pink shoes, and if we have a boy; we have the little blue shoes. Or there's the possibility of twins, and then we'll have enough shoes for them both." The girl gave him another smile, still admiring the way he was acting.

Titus’s mind was half distracted by the body he was given full access to. He pulled her forward to he could give Aria a deep kiss, one very different and far more passionate that the small delicate onces they’ve been sharing since he arrived. “That sounds like a fair deal…” he trailed, hands moving higher and pushing her shirt higher. Reaching the laced material of her bra, Titus unclasped it before helping Aria out of her top and lingerie, leaving her half naked on the kitchen counter. Well — they had said they were going to check off every room in the house. Without hesitation, he leaned in and began trailing kisses to her neck and chest before arriving at one of her soft buds and drawing it into his mouth. “Mm,” he hummed at the taste of her skin as he flickered his tongue, swirling to tease her.

Titus hummed contently at the small kisses being peppered along, the sensation of her hand running through his hair making his eyes close. That was always his favourite thing. “Technically, I didn’t promise,” he smiled, reopening his eyes to look up at Aria. Sliding his hands up further beneath her top to feel the skin of her torso, he whispered. “But I’d love to get my hands all over your tight little body..”. 

"You totally promised." She mumbled, biting down on her lip as she felt his hands move up her shirt. Aria dropped her hands to do as his was doing and move up his shirt; letting out a hum as she felt his skin heat up under her touch. "Then that massage if definitely in order then, yeah? I'll return the favour and give you one." Her voice was a whisper as she was half distracted by his hands.

There was an obvious air of flirtatiousness that never seemed to die between them. The bantering and the way they looked at each other told Titus that she wanted him — and it was a nice feeling, to be wanted. Sure, he used girls for fun and pleasure and he had the ego to make it seem he was the biggest player, but he only ever got there because he was being used in return. It was all fair. But with Aria, it was…different. "I picked up Mexican. Some rice..a burrito…and — I hope you’re okay with spicy food," he shrugged, eyes still on hers and not budging to look anywhere else. Sliding his hands against her thighs, his usual smirk reappeared. "But if food’s not what you’re hungry for, we should definitely sort that out first,".

"I'm fine with it, lovely." She said with a nod, giving him a smile. Aria let out a hum as his hands moved along her thighs, letting her free hand card through his hair. "I'm hungry for that massage." She murmured, nipping at his jaw. "For that extremely relaxing, full-body massage I was promised."

Titus couldn’t quite explain why he was being so god damn soft around her. He wondered if it was obvious that his attempt at leaving and the texts he sent were trying to make him seem macho and careless. But the truth of the matter was that he liked coming over. Even Aria jumping into his arms the moment she opened the door brought an unknowing smile to his face. Nonetheless, he knew nothing would ever happen — nothing could ever happen. The boy was meant to be single, by himself, uncommitted. It was better that way. “I’d be glad to take you home,” he muttered before lips were pressed to his. Turning around now to bring her back indoors, Titus kicked the door shut and carried Aria all the way to the kitchen, setting both the food and the girl on the counter. “Hungry?” he asked, looking up at her with a grin.

Aria had almost been certain that he would still come over even if he said he wasn't going to. She was almost certain that Titus wasn't like this with any other girl either, but she wasn't going to say that to him. "I'd be honoured if you did." She chimed out, keeping her lip pressed to his neck as he turned around and walked back inside. Feeling herself on the counter, Aria loosened her hold on him, but still kept her legs around his waist. "Not for food," She mumbled, letting her fingers trail along his one arm. "But what did you get me?" The brunette questioned, her eyes flickering down to meet his.

Titus gave a laugh when Aria immediately jumped into his arms at the sight of him, the items in hand almost dropped as he tried to catch her. Nudging his nose to hers before pulling away just enough to look at her, he raised a brow. “Oh, you don’t? Well in that case, I should leave,” he said in a feigned serious tone before turning around to walk back towards his car, but Aria still wrapped around him. “I even have something to take home, how nice,”.

"Mhm, you probably should leave." She mumbled, nuzzling her nose against his cheek. Aria let out a hum as she looked at him; fingers carding through his hair. "I should probably give you something to take home more often then," She murmured, pressing her lips to his quickly. As much as she knew how he was, and that they would never be anything, she still quite smitten with him, and the fact that she's able to continuously get him to stay around her; was quite an accomplishment in her books.

Aria’s kisses never failed to put a grin on his face, and just like that, he had already pushed the thought of his mind. He couldn’t help the chuckle that came with her whisper in his ear, and he brought the small hand that was in his up to his lips for a kiss; mumbling into Aria’s skin. “French fries for m’lady. Name it and it shall be done. Then again, this is how it’ll be like for the next nine months yea?” he teased, giving a quick wink. Logan was all set on heading towards the food court too had something by a shoe store window not caught his eye. “Wait —” he spoke up, tugging her to the window and point at what had his attention. “Look at the tiny converse,”. They were the exact same pair he was donning at the moment, except likely a tenth of the size. Tugging Aria into the store, Logan looked around for the baby shoe section.

     The sudden change of movement made her groan slightly. But when she saw what he was looking at, she smiled at him. "Of all things converse catch your eyes?" She questioned, in a teasing tone in her voice. Aria sighed as she was brought into the store, but she didn't actually mind it; his whole reasoning for coming here was to look at something for the baby and apparently he had found that something. "Baby section is that way, sweetheart." She mumbled, pointing him in the direction.