Author's Note

Wow, I am flying through these last chapters x.x Well, This is probably the second last chapter (depending on how much I will fit in the next one) There will also be an EPILOGUE! Do not think I will finish the story so suddenly.

Now, I have written a kissing scene. Nothing happens other than kissing. I would rate it PG-14 just in case but it's not like bad so idk. Anyway, I warn you now. If you do not wish to read it, skip to the second part of the story which is separated by a line. Now, this is a romance story so no hate, please, and criticism is accepted because you guys already know that I am writing romance without ever having a bf so.../ /shot.

I hope you enjoy and get surprised by the end of the chapter! Thank you and go on!

Sincerely,

Ms. AtomicBomb

"You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you"

~Frank Sinatra

Light music danced about the room, the sunlight leaking in through the tall windows. Arturia presently laid on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. She did not say much as she listened to the sweet notes of the music that calmed her. She always preferred classical music over anything else and thus she was enjoying herself a lot on this fine Saturday afternoon. She could hear the sounds of the kitchen as Diarmuid moved about, making them some snacks for the day.

The footsteps of Diarmuid neared and she brought herself up to sit on the couch. Her lips widened into a bright smile and she extended her hands out to him, to help him with the two bowls of snacks he had brought with him. After passing her a bowl, he sat next to her and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

"I hope you like nachos," he said, "Scatty helped me learn how to make some from scratch."

Arturia bit her lip, "I could just marry you."

"Ooh," he chuckled, "be careful what you wish for."

She laughed, leaning her head unto his shoulder and popping a nacho into her mouth. She found that she treasured little moments like these with her boyfriend more than those of the prom the previous evening.

They continued to binge a show that they had started a while ago, enjoying each of the episodes as they came. They were about halfway into a season when Arturia finished her nachos and set the bowl on the table, helping Diarmuid put his bowl away as well.

She shuffled about on the couch and tried to find a comfortable position but the light of the setting sun on Diarmuid's face caught her eye and she payed close attention to his beauty mark, it was oddly alluring that day. She leaned towards him, catching him off guard when she placed a kiss on said beauty mark.

He jumped, turning to her, after pausing the show, "Um, yes?"

Arturia blinked. "Nothing. Do I need a reason to kiss you?" She asked, and he could swear she sounded slightly…seductive.

"Yes, er, no—I, well, uh, no it's…" He was blushing now, his cheeks burning bright red as he tried his best to formulate a coherent sentence. "It's not what I, uh, meant."

She leaned forward towards him again, until she kissed him on the lips. At first, the kiss was gentle, soft and delicate, even. Her lips pressed against his and slowly, hesitantly, he reciprocated the gentle kiss. Then, she shifted her position to his lap, and she heard the T.V controller topple to the floor, but it did not matter to her.

Diarmuid pulled from the kiss, face burning and his hands on her shoulders. "Arturia," he breathed, "I think… I think we should—"

She cupped his face, her hands feeling his warm cheeks as she pulled him closer. Her lips skimmed against his as she spoke, "Just this once." His heart skipped a few beats.

Still hesitantly, he landed his hands on her waist (almost as if he would hurt her) as she settled her legs on either side of his. He froze when her lips teased his own once again, though, she had not kissed him yet; he thought maybe it was because she was waiting for him to kiss her. He looked her in the eyes, but they were half lidded, the green forest within them was limited to him, her golden hair was let loose from it's pony tail and fell around her face; she looked divine.

He didn't kiss her, though, he just fluttered his eyes closed and hummed as she whispered his name, her warm breath on his lips; he pulled her closer.

Arturia kissed Diarmuid.

Her hands slid from his cheeks and entangled themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to herself while his grip tightened around her. She moved her lips against his, pleasantly, and he returned the kiss. She hummed into the kiss as it slowly filled with more passion.

They pulled away, out of breath but she wasted little to no time in planting kisses on his jaw. He almost moaned but bit it back for fear she would tease him.

"Arturia," he breathed, causing shivers to run down her spine, "I think," he bit his lip when her lips reached the base of his neck, "I think we should stop." The intoxicating smell of her body mist filled his lungs and drowned him in a sweet smell of wild rose and apples. He did not want to stop but he thought he needed to think rationally for he felt dizzy, dizzy with love for her, or was it lust? He didn't know, and he didn't want her to think the latter.

She pulled away from his neck and planted another kiss on his beauty mark, "Just a little while longer," she murmured against his cheek. He crooned in delight and he had already forgotten his request. His kisses felt as sweet as honey when she returned to kissing him. She pulled on his hair, tugging it and she caught his bottom lip between her teeth.

This time his moan escaped, and she felt butterflies in her stomach and a strange longing in her chest that told her she might want to hear it again. She felt his hands tighten their grip around her, as if she would fall off the couch.

She pulled away from him, noting that they were shrouded in the darkness of the night, her hands falling from his hair and unto her lap. Diarmuid whined, and his eyes lazily opened. She could see the rich look in his amber eyes, causing a fire to light in her chest. He pulled her back into a kiss, his hands cupping her face this time around.

His fingers slid over her neck while she took a hold of his arms, wishing to topple back unto the floor. His finger tips on her neck were ticklish but alluring and she kissed him back with more passion. Diarmuid slid his hands back to her waist, admiring the rough feeling of her denim jeans but also the soft skin at her waist, which was exposed due to her shirt climbing up ever so slightly.

Now it was his turn to kiss her neck. Her head fell back, and he planted soft kisses from the corner of her lips to the base of her neck, where he opted to nibble the delicate skin. She gasped, eyes closing shut and her breath hitching.

The lights flickered on, blinding them both. "Oh god, not again."

Arturia jumped off Diarmuid at the voice and she tumbled to the floor, hitting her head against the hardwood. "Shit," she groaned, her eyes shut tightly as she brought a hand to her head to rub the part of her head she hit.

Diarmuid was too embarrassed to even move from the couch, but he did give a worried expression when he saw Arturia on the floor. "Are you alright?" Finally, he moved towards her.

"Guys, I get it, you don't get to be together much, but can you not make out everywhere in the house?" Cú groaned.

"Haven't you heard of a thing called knocking?" Arturia glared as Diarmuid helped her up from the floor.

Cú frowned. "As I recall, this is my house. Who knocks at the door of their own house?"

"This is Diarmuid's place not yours."

Diarmuid landed a hand on her shoulder, "Arturia, it's okay."

"Okay?" Arturia looked up to him. "We barely have time for ourselves and then he's trying to make us feel guilty about it? That's not okay."

Diarmuid grabbed her face in his hands and she pouted. "Don't mind him," he mumbled and then kissed her gently and Arturia's anger subsided.

Cú cleared his throat. "Need I remind you that I am still here."

She shot her head towards him, sending him a death glare, making him flinch. "Alright," she huffed, "Fine, leave us to enjoy binging our show now."

"Yeah, uhm, well just saying that dad will visit soon so just as a heads up, he might walk in on you two making out again."

"Cú," Diarmuid warned, "please."

Cú gave an innocent smile and shrug of his shoulders before making his way to the kitchen.

Diarmuid turned the television on, as it had turned off in the process. "Do you still want to watch the show, or," he cleared his throat, trying to focus on her eyes and not her lips, "do you want to watch something else?"

"How about we head to the balcony? Fresh air will do us good, I think," Arturia suggested, looking over at the French doors that lead to the balcony.

"Sure," he nodded, "it shouldn't be cold."

They spent more time with each other for the next week, but the week afterwards had been horrible for the two of them; they were unable to spend any time together for Grainne had asked Arturia to meet her often and thus that meant she had to keep on pretending with Dinadan that they were a happy and bright couple.

Currently, she was walking through the school halls. Jeanne and Guin were off in class and she had asked for permission to go to the bathroom. Arturia was trying to destress, or at least distance herself from everything that gave her uneasiness. The halls were empty, except for some lingering students that were trying to escape their class work.

She decided to walk past the gym hallway since she knew it was the silent one. She thought about graduation and what was to come when she moved to England, but she tried not to think of it too much, fearing what she would have to let go of.

Arturia huffed, and before she could walk further past the weight room, she heard her name being called from the room. She turned her head to see Diarmuid waving at her. Smiling, she walked toward him, glancing about, checking if any one was around.

"What are you doing walking about and skipping class?" Diarmuid teased as she settled a top the only desk in the room. He noticed that she liked doing that, he guessed it was because she liked feeling on par with his height, or because she simply liked sitting on places one should not sit on.

She shrugged in response, letting her head fall to one side as she rested her hands on the table, leaning back slightly. "Wanted a moment to myself, I guess. And you, what are you doing in the weight room all by yourself? Working out?" She winked.

"Well, I have the last period spare this semester, and on Tuesdays I offered to watch over the kids in the weight room." He explained, "I thought you knew…"

"Yeah, but it's not the end of the day yet."

He nodded, "Yes, but I like to be early." He smiled leaning against the wall across from her.

"Ah," she sighed, "Okay."

"Are you prepared for graduation?" He asked.

"I don't know... I mean, for grad, yes, but for what comes after? Not exactly."

He stepped towards her, landing a hand on her cheek. He was not exactly scared of anyone walking in on them since no one ever walked by the weight room and it was class time.

She leaned into his touch, a smile spreading on her lips. "What about the whole 'no contact in school' policy?"

He laughed, shrugging. "Let life take its course; you'll be fine," he mumbled and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.

Arturia hummed.

Diarmuid planted gentle kisses on her face; her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and finally—her lips. A soft and gentle kiss, fluttering her heart, causing the sweetest of feelings to surface from her soul. She loved it, how perfect it was, how he treated her like a treasure.

Arturia held her breath, gulping. Anxiousness washing over her, and she closed her hands into a fist. She wanted to say it, but she was completely afraid of how he would react. "I love you," she murmured, her heart feeling heavy, and he gave her another honey kiss; easing all the scary thoughts she had had before.

"I love you too," he replied, not once hesitating as he whispered into her ear. He pushed her hair back behind her ear, kissing her cheek slightly.

It was such a divine moment. It did not feel as if they were in the school, hiding away from the world.

Diarmuid kissed her again and she could feel the love within the tender kiss. It was much sweeter and loving than any other kiss they had ever shared before. It completed her; whatever worry she had ever had, whatever hole she needed to fill in her heart, everything was set right.

With the kiss, Diarmuid had also settled everything in his heart. He truly did grow to love Arturia, to love her smiles, her jokes, her very being. He leaned his forehead against hers and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. She placed her hand on top of his, leaning into his touch once more.

"And," he whispered still, voice a sweet lullaby, "I'm prepared to love you forever."

Arturia tittered, something she had never really done before but it was heavenly, she sounded like an angel to him. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"You're still too young," he mumbled, "maybe in a few years."

She laughed again, "Okay."

He kissed her. Obviously, she kissed him back. The gentle, soft and tender kisses that swelled their hearts with love and drowned them in each other. They weren't lustful or greedy kisses; they were loving kisses.

Arturia now held unto him, hands on his shoulders, assuring herself that this was no dream—that he truly told her he loved her with his words and his kiss. The love she felt for him was bewitching, but she knew it was sincere and true, not some teenage farce.

The door knob rattled but it went unheard by the couple for they were in their very own world. A world that had taken them a year to build. How long had they struggled to be together, what difficulties life had thrown towards them; but they conquered it all.

"—Buy—" The gruff voice of the gym teacher was choked upon digesting the sight before him.