As he bit her neck, leaving that mark, Summer hissed through her teeth, reaching to tug playfully at his hair because that spot felt so good. She'd tilt her head back more, for him to have more access there should he so desire.

"Of course I know those words. I just choose to ignore them for my own pleasure, most of the time. I believe I'm giving you ample warning though..."

His teasing was met with a quick, but light, slap to his shoulder, a gently push. But it was all in good fun. It was his child too, after all.

"Yeah? Are you going to spoil me like a princess?"

She found herself touching his skin, running a finger down the ridges of his spine.

"In a little bit, I'll take you up on the offer. But right now, I'm looking at a rather tasty meal..."

Casey Fincher

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Summer almost whined when he tilted her chin back toward him, her eyes meeting his. As he took her in, up and down like he was trying to come up with a plan on handling her, she smirked devilishly.

"What if I am? What are you going to do about it, Casey?"

She was taunting him, daring him to do something. Anything. And he certainly took her by surprise.

Wife?

After blinking several times to make sure that she heard him correctly, Summer blushed before speaking.

"Wife... so... where's my ring?" she teased.

But Casey pushed in, into her space and was threatening her that he may lose control. Good. That's exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to grab her, go crazy, and make her feel pleasured and sleepy.

"And if I'm doing it on purpose?"

Summer laughed, almost a cackle, as she shrugged. He got her.

"No. Not yet, at least."

Casey Fincher

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Summer thought that she was winning. Thought that she had finally gotten him to cave, to make her feel good and tingly on the inside... like he always did.

His chest met hers, pressing firmly there. She raised her hands up his neck, to brush his jawbones on both sides. Trying to tempt him further.

"Give it to me," Summer whispered, leaning close, just close enough that her lips would barely brush his as she spoke.

Then she pouted, holding up her thumb where his silver ring rested.

"This one. But is it really a proposal? Is it my engagement ring? You just gave it to me... you never said 'marry me, Summer Prescott. I love you, and I'll love you forever," she teased, running her finger over the metal.

And then her control was yanked away. Casey denied her the possibility of goods and pleasure, an actual whine escaping her lips as she flopped back and pouted a bit. Because who didn't like getting laid for breakfast?

"Anything Kalosian style, I suppose..."

Casey Fincher

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Normally, Summer would look down on someone for trying to act like they knew what was for the best for her. Because she felt like she knew her needs well, and despite her earlier illness, she wanted him.

But it was different with Casey. It was always different with Casey. He made her softer, listen, be more willing to hear what needed to be said. And the fact that he wasn't pouncing on her at the moment either... it seemed like a clear sign that he was concerned.

Should she be equally as concerned?

Summer situated herself in bed instead, laying back in the pillows and throwing the blankets over her. She raised her eyebrows as two more rings were handed over: black, smooth finish.

But there was nothing more said. Nothing more about proposal or marriage. Sure, Casey was the one who brought the topic up. But did he actually want her? She began to question it herself as he walked away.

"I love you too," she said.

The rings developed a fracture, not splitting, but there were cracks splitting on the side like stray pieces of hair. It was almost unnoticeable, as she set them to the side not to slip off or fall.

Casey Fincher

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The food that he presented her with were supposed to look delicious and smell fantastic. But, whether it was her hormones or her sudden wave of anxiety, Summer felt nausea crawl up her throat. She stared at the tray, watching the steam rise from the eggs and the coffee as Casey settled back on the bed.

The fracture on the ring enhanced.

"Learning to love again."

What did that mean? Did Casey not really love her? Because he kept saying he did. But it sounded so contraindicatory when he said that. Summer almost felt like she was a forced upon choice now, that he truly didn't want to be with her. That he was just making appearances for her because they were an item before he disappeared.

Before his accident.

Crack.

She felt his hand wrench hers into his, drawing her gaze to his. Summer felt almost numb as she listened to him, her gaze nearly expressionless as she listened to him. It took a moment, for her to process what he said.

Snap!

On the table, the ring split in two, practically crumbling as if by magic. Summer gritted her teeth as she gave Casey a glare, mostly from frustration. No, she wasn't mad at him. But...

"How can you say that I don't want this, Casey?" she said, her hand slipping from his as she indicated to everything around him.

"I swear, it's like you don't know me! I wouldn't let anyone convince me to leave my mansion and go to a house in a different city but you! Or let anyone get me pregnant but you! All I want is you, Casey. Why don't you think I don't want you to propose to me? Or that I want to marry you?"

Summer dug her fingers into her hair, squeezing her eyes shut as she sighed loudly.

"You're the only person I've ever loved in my life. Do you think I'd lie about it? Or just use you?"

Casey Fincher

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Summer was convinced that he was stupid. Perhaps both of them were stupid. But she gave him a long stare before bursting out again.

"It's the end of the fucking world. There's a dome closing in on us, and there's no escape from Hoenn. Just ask me to marry you already!"

Duh.

Oh, she wanted to just rip her hair out. Only someone she cared enough for, like him, could drive her this crazy.

"Or we just go to the store today. Just get them, go on a date, and propose. I'm not dying. I can walk, just let me take a fucking nap."

Summer was too busy scolding him, close to grabbing him by the throat and shaking him, to notice that he was creeping up. That he was close to pouncing.

"I thought it was supposed to be a surprise. I thought you were supposed to pick out something that screamed 'Summer' and then make me cry when you got on one knee," she teased him, raising her eyebrow.

"An engagement ring doesn't have to be elaborate. The wedding ring does."

Casey Fincher

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Summer squinted her eyes, leaning back a bit as he practically shouted at her his proposal. What an unromantic way to propose. But, of course, she had no one to please. Not a father. Not her brother.

So who the fuck cared besides her?

"I will. Now stop screaming," she said, grabbing his face with her hand and squishing his cheeks together.

So, seemed like they'd have to break the news to knox prescott and samuel carter that not only were they engaged, but they were expecting as well. She hoped to Arceus Knox wouldn't think it was a shotgun wedding.

Fuck Knox.

Summer felt his hand tracing over her stomach, where literal microscopic cells were slowly developing into a child. Weird. Normally, she'd hate the idea, but with this being Casey's....

She was happy with it.

Her hand reached forward, tugging his hair and tilting his head as she looked at him. Trying to draw him closer before chuckling.

"Not exactly what I meant. But touché."

Casey Fincher

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