They'd be at it all night. Not giving themselves a seconds breath before they were continuing. Aria couldn't stop, she was thirsty for this, craving it.
"Okay, I'm going to get us some coffee." Ezra said after a moment of them kissing, reluctantly dragging his body away from Aria's. She tried to cling on to his neck, but he managed to manoeuvre himself from her arms.
He pulled on some different trousers and a fresh shirt, just whilst he popped out. They wouldn't be on long.
"Don't even thing about getting dressed Aria Montgomery." He ordered sternly, grasping her by the legs to drag her to the end of the bed, running his hands up her sides. "I haven't quite finished with you yet." He added a seductive side to his tone, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. She pushed her lips out in a pout, reluctant to let him move.
"No... Don't leave." Aria grumbled, grabbing Ezra by the collar. "I don't want coffee, I want you." Ezra glanced at the door, sighing as he nodded.
"Have I just heard correctly, Aria Montgomery has turned down coffee?" He teased, as she sat up on the bed.
"Good point, go get me my fix."

"I thought so." He teased, pressing A final kiss to her lips.

Ezra managed to get to the coffee shop and back to the apartment in half an hour, setting down the two coffee's on to the table. Aria sat on the bed, folding up the clothes on the floor.
"Hey!" Ezra said enthusiastically, taking one of the coffees to hold it out to her. She picked up his jeans, as he sat beside her on the bed. She proceeded to fold them over, until something hit the floor, and they both glanced down at the blue velvet box.
"What's that?" Aria said, after a few minutes of silence. She scooped it up from the floor, her head flying up to hit something, a wince coming from Ezra's lips.
"Jesus, Aria!" Ezra yelled, his hand shooting up to his nose. She knew exactly what it was, and began to freak out, shoving at his chest, shaking her head.
"Why?!" She yelled, punching his chest. "No, no, no Ezra. No."
"Stop hitting me!" He said, pulling his hand away from his nose to see some blood gushing from it. "I haven't done anything."
"Well that isn't just an empty box is it!" She shoved against his chest once more, pushing him off the bed. "I haven't seen anything, I haven't seen anything!" She kept repeating the words over and over again, jumping up from the bed, where she began to pace back and forth. All of this time Ezra was holding his nose, silently running over the past two minutes.
"I think you've broken my nose." He grumbled, tilting his head backwards.
"Stop being such a baby." She spat out, lacing a hand in his hair to tug back his head. It was now that she began to feel guilty for hitting him in the nose. If he hadn't of been in the way, she wouldn't of done it though. "You're going to be fine." With that she went back to her pacing, shaking her head in shock. How could Ezra pull this on her? This was definitely not the right time, obviously. "You're such an idiot! Why would you do this to me? Huh?!" Ezra arched a brow as she stared at him in frustration. He began to laugh, despite the pain in his nose. "Why're you laughing? This isn't funny."
"I can't take you seriously when you have no clothes on, I'm sorry." He said between laughs, Aria flushing a bright crimson as she glanced down at her naked self, rushing towards the bed to pull Ezra's shirt from the previous day, making sure it was pulled past her behind. He didn't deserve that pleasure. "You really hurt my nose!" He whined, prodding his nose. "Is it bruised?" Aria ignored his question, pushing out her lips in a pout. She moved towards the velvet box, picking it up and shoving it back in his trouser pocket.
"Walk out, and then come back in. How could you think that /this/ was the right time?! I'm 18!"
"Will you let me explain? I didn't..-"
"Nope, no. Don't even try." She continued to babble on for ages, talking to him as if /she/ was the teacher. "Why do we even need to get married?!"
With that Ezra let out a groan, raising to his feet and walking towards her and grasping ahold of her face.
"Shut up!" He yelled, causing her to come to an immediate silence. "That ring wasn't going to be given to you, not yet anyway. My grandmother gave me it and-" Aria went to interrupt then, but Ezra placed a finger to her lips. "Let my finish." She didn't answer, only narrowed her eyes at him. "My grandmother gave it to me, to give to you when it was the /right/ time. I'm not marrying you yet!"
His words caused a pang of guilt to hit Aria, his bruised nose making her feel worse. She should of let him explain. Instead of apologising though, she decided to be stubborn, folding her arms tightly across her chest and moving to sit down on the sofa, staring at the blank television screen.
"Hey, I told you that I wasn't done with you yet." Ezra said in a serious tone, bobbing his head in the direction of the bed. Aria glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend, folding one leg over the other and sinking into the couch.
"I'm done with sex. You don't want to marry me." She said with a huff, playing around with the buttons on her shirt. He emitted a sigh, running a hand down his face. He winced when his hand passed his nose, she really did have a strong head.
"Stop being so stubborn. You know that I want to marry you. It's why you freaked out."
"What was I supposed to think? There was a ring in your pocket. I'm only eighteen years old Ezra, definitely not old enough to get married."
"Do you remember a few weeks ago? The whole pregnancy scare? You didn't freak out over that, and yet you're freaking out over a ring."
"A ring is commitment. I want to be with you forever, I really do. But things happen, people change when they're married. I don't want that to happen to us." Aria murmured out, as Ezra sighed. He rummaged through his trousers, pulling out the small box and taking a seat beside her.
"Give me your hand." He said in a gentle tone, pulling the ring from the box as she did as he said. He slipped the ring onto her finger, bringing her hand to his lips so that he could brush a kiss along her knuckles, before speaking. "This is my promise that things will never change between us. My promise that I'm never going to hurt you, or leave you. This is my way of saying that we're forever. It's not an engagement ring. It's a promise ring. My promise." Aria began to feel the heat rising in her cheeks, wondering whether or not she should forget about being stubborn now, and jump into his arms.
She opted for the second option, crawling into his lap and glancing up at him.
"I love you." She said, glancing down at the ring. It must've been expensive. Aria began to panic, she'd never be forgiven if she lost it.
Ezra couldn't help but spread a grin, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"I love you too." It was then that Aria laid eyes on the laptop bag, and she glanced up at Ezra again, as if she was asking for permission. "It'll upset you."
"I need to watch them." He let out a soft sigh, nodding once as he scooped up the laptop bag and placed it on her knee. His phone rang, and he placed it to his ear, the voice on the other end being all too familiar.