Note from the author:
WARNING!
This story contains handholding.
Reader discretion is advised.
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"That should be the last one," Oliver said carrying the box into the room, "Do we unpack everything now, or leave it as it is for now?"
"Let's leave it," Chloe answered plugging the microwave into the power outlet, "Or do you have a plan for where to put it once you take it out?"
Oliver looked around their new apartment. It wasn't big by any means, but it was still more than enough space for both of them to live comfortably. It just looked more spacious right now, since the only thing in the living room was a sofa and stacked cardboard boxes with their belongings.
"Yeah, I think I will keep it all packed," he placed the last box on the floor, "How is the pizza going?"
"Finishing just now," she answered, setting up the timer, "Should be ready in five minutes or so."
"Nice, I am starving." Oliver walked into the kitchen and hugged Chloe from behind, wrapping his hands around her belly. "Do you want to help me pick the furniture for the living room?"
"Help you?" she spun around, resting her hands on his shoulders. "We agreed that the living room is mine to fit out."
"No, I clearly remember that you took the kitchen."
"And the living room. And our bedroom."
"How is this fair?" he laughed, "What do I get to do then?"
"The bathroom."
"It's already done and you know it."
"That's good for you, now you can lay back and relax. Besides, you picked this apartment by yourself, so letting me furnish it is the least you can do."
"Maybe I feel like choosing a bit more, huh?"
"So go ahead and chose the movie for tonight. I will join you when the pizza is ready. But please, no more action movies." Chloe stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek, cutting any responses from him. "And no complaints mister, I want to relax for once."
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Empty plates stained with tomato sauce and cheese lay on the floor, forgotten as the movie played on. The laptop on top of stacked cardboard boxes served a dual purpose as a home entertainment center, but the couple watching the film didn't mind the unrefined experience.
Oliver sat reclined against the backrest, while Chloe lay down using his legs as a pillow. They spent the last hour this way, almost absentmindedly staring at the screen, as they focused on each other, instead of the movie.
Oliver took occasional glances down, watching his fiancee, tracing one of his hands from her shoulder to her hip once every while. He smiled watching her fight to stay awake, even as the sun outside of the window lazily went down.
She in turn knew the movie by heart and was snoozing off to the combination of familiar dialogue and the warmth of her partner near her, caressing gently her side. His scent relaxed her, being in his arms was her favorite place to fall asleep.
"Would you like that?" Chloe asked, breaking the long silence.
"Would I like what?" he wasn't sure what the question was about.
She motioned with her head at the screen, knowing which scene would be coming up. They both watched as the couple on the screen leaned for a kiss.
"Were you waiting for over an hour just to ask that during that scene?"
"Maybe," she looked up at him, "But that's not an answer."
"Have I ever passed an opportunity before?"
"Like, so many," she snorted, "You miss almost..."
"Your hints do not count." He stopped her mid-sentence. "We talked about this. I still have no idea how this works."
"That's just not fair." She pouted. "How can I ever get your attention if you ignore my efforts?"
Oliver slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her up, sitting her on his legs. Before she could say anything he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
The first kiss was like always, shy and gentle, testing the waters. The next one was long and intimate. Each that came after was even bolder and more passionate, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, locking them both in each other's embrace.
Their lips parted only when they both needed a break to take a breath. Both smiling, both blushing, each time as if it was their first kiss.
"Did I get the hint this time?" Oliver teased.
"Almost," she pulled her legs up, straddling his own and sitting down on his knees, facing him, "But not quite."
"What are you talking about?" he had an idea but wasn't about to push his luck when it came to her hints, and that one would be one massive one.
"Come on, you know." She bounced on his knees, running her hand up his torso. "We talked about this, but you always said that at first, we have to have our own place. And now we do."
"You mean..." he looked down at her hips, that now were sliding back and forth on his thighs.
"Yes," she rolled her eyes, "That."
"But we decided to wait until after we are married!"
She gave him a long look and an even longer sigh.
"Take a hint, dumbass. Just ask me already."
"But I don't have a ring yet!" He started panicking, that was not how he planned it."
"I don't care about the stupid ring, just ask me."
"But..."
"Ask me!"
They went silent, taking deep breaths, just looking at each other. Oliver swallowed the gulp in his throat which suddenly felt painfully dry. He pulled her hand from his torso and clasped it with both of his hands.
"Chloe," he started, taking a moment to catch his breath. She looked at him expectingly, her eyes starting to water. He swallowed again.
"Will you marry me?" he finished, looking her straight in the eyes.
She raised her free hand and wiped the tears from her face before answering.
"Yes," she whispered, but then repeated it louder, "Yes, of course, I will."
Their next kiss tasted the sweetest of any other they ever had.
"So, do we..."
"Yes," Chloe stated firmly, "We fuck now."
"Wow, where did that language come from?"
"What, I can't swear near my husband?"
"Dad told me that marriage changes the woman, but I didn't know it would be that fast."
"Please, can we keep him out of this?"
