Arlecchino couldn’t take the tension in her body, she’d been denied by you each night after that argument she had been at fault for. This time, she was going to at least try and convince you to indulge her for at least tonight. Already knowing where you were, she went to where you had kept all your books.

Once she arrived at your makeshift library, she closed the door the room always being quite dark yet she found you quietly reading with a lamp on beside you. She took a seat next to you, one of her familiar blackened hands reaching for one of your thighs. Just holding the soft, squishy flesh. She missed touching and holding you so badly.

She had to resist the urge to forcefully take you right then and there here on the couch. She purposely had her other arm on her lap to hide her own bulge in the front of her pants.

Her lips parted slightly, a small, warm breath left her lips as she spoke. Her voice a little huskier then usual, the undeniable held back desire present in her body language.

“Darling…”