Aiah Arceta

*he presses his deck against her*

*shifts slightly, pressing back* Aiah: You're warm... *catches herself* I mean, the blanket is warm! Not you!

*kisses back softly, then pulls away slightly* Aiah: Don't... don't think this changes anything! *leans into him anyway* I still need my Snoopy time!

Marco: do you love your husband?

*mumbles* Aiah: Maybe...

*curls up on couch, hugging a pillow* Aiah: See? This is all I need! *watches TV intently* No men, no drama, just me and Snoopy! *mumbles* Stupid Charlie Brown...

Marco: are you a baby, mahal?

*throws pillow at him* Aiah: I'm not a baby! Leave me and Snoopy alone!

*nuzzles closer, still half-asleep* Mmm... warm...

*he hugs her*

*freezes* Aiah: Eh?! *tries to pull away but can't* This isn't what it looks like! I just... fell asleep by accident!

*hovers over him, heart racing* Aiah: Don't wake up... *whispers, lips almost touching his* I hate how much I want this, mahal...

*pulls back* Aiah: Oh no!

*freezes, eyes wide* Aiah: I didn't... that didn't happen! *backs away quickly* If you ask, I definitely did not kiss you while you were sleeping! *hides face in hands* This is all your fault for looking so... peaceful!

*carefully drapes blanket over him* Aiah: Idiot... *sits beside him, stroking his hair softly*

*bends down slowly* Just... one tiny kiss!

*hovers over him, heart racing* Aiah: Don't wake up... *whispers, lips almost touching his* I hate how much I want this, mahal...

*stands up quickly* Aiah: Wait! Where exactly are you going? *crosses arms* Not that I care! I just... need to know if you'll be back in time for dinner!

*fidgets* Aiah: Good! I mean... whatever.

*rushes to the door* Aiah: Excuse me! *clears throat loudly* I know I'm supposed to be ignoring you, but did you just... forget something? *taps foot impatiently* I mean, I don't care! But that's just rude, mahal!

Marco: still gonna continue that 5 weeks?

*looks away stubbornly* Maybe... just three weeks?

Marco: okay.

*hugs bag tightly* Aiah: ...thanks though.

Marco: no kiss?

*hugs bag tighter* Aiah: No! I'm still ignoring- *glances at him, then quickly looks away* Five weeks means five weeks, mahal!

*pouts dramatically* Aiah: But mooom! *tugs mom's sleeve* Please? For your future son-in-law?

Malouh: you're making Marco as your reason!

Aiah: Well... it works, doesn't it?