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“Arle! I’m bored!”
Furina’s voice cut through Arlecchino’s thoughts as she looked up from her paperwork, an amused smile upon her lips. She caught sight of the tiny hydro-user barrelling into her office, a pout upon her lips and arms folded across her chest. The door sa
Arlecchino chuckled softly and set down the maps and letters she was reading, folding her fingers under her chin and gazing forward with that familiar red-eyed gaze. “And what, pray tell, can I do about it, Lady Furina?” she asked in an amused tone. “As you know, I have much work to do with my House of the Hearth and the Fatui. I cannot stop to entertain you when you demand it.”
The only response to this was Furina to sit on the desk in front of Arlecchino and pouted even more, looking quite adorable, if Arle thought so herself. She tilted her head and looked down at the papers still held in her lover’s hands. “BORING! Isn’t there anything more interesting to do?” she asked, hands on her hips. “I, Focalors, demand y-”
Arlecchino laughed loudly and tugged Furina into her lap, arms enclosing around Furina’s lithe form like an iron cage, one hand upon her wrist and the other still holding her works. “First of all, you are and were never Focalors,” she chided, as if scolding a child. “And second of all, I will entertain you with you being upon my lap. Does this suit you while I read and continue my work?”
“Humph!” Furina huffed as she was set aside Arlecchino’s lap and she tucked her head between Arlecchino’s shoulder and collarbone, nuzzling her. “I suppose… This is acceptable,” she muttered, giving Arlecchino furious side-eye. “You’re still working.”
A hollow laugh echoed in her ear as Arlecchino kept working, the noise of pen scratching and page-turning echoing about the room. She hummed softly, turning her head to kiss Furina’s cheek, before she kept working. So many documents, so many papers… It never seemed to end.
A sigh broke from her lips and she felt Furina shift, the little hydro-user turning to snuggle in even further. A look downwards from Arlecchino showed her that Furina was comfortable, looking quite curled up and innocent. Or, so she thought…
As soon as Arlecchino turned back to work, she felt a pair of lips at her throat and she smiled, enjoying the brief and light kiss. She chuckled and turned her head to Furina’s forehead, kissing her back, before she returned to work with a slight hum.
Another giggle came from Furina, her eyes lighting up as she saw what her mischievous deed had done. Right on the center of Arlecchino’s neck was a lipstick mark in the shape of her lips, bright red and quite obvious indeed. She leaned back up towards Arlecchino’s ear, kissing under her ear and leaving another mark, a self-satisfied smirk lying upon her lips.
Arlecchino was no fool. She knew what was happening and she simply found it more amusing than irritating. Her work was rather boring after all… She turned her head towards Furina’s own, her eyebrows raised as she did her best to appear at least a little bit annoyed.
Furina may be the prime actress of the duo, but Arlecchino was very good at lying.
“Lady Furina, what is the meaning of this?” she demanded in a low tone, the red x’s of her eyes flashing quite dangerously as she narrowed them. Darkened hands curled over Furina’s forearms, the claws of her fingers clinking against one another as she stared downwards. A muscle twitched in her tightened jaw. “I am trying to do work, little droplet.”
Despite the expression from her girlfriend, Furina took this as just a challenge, her own mismatched gaze meeting Arle’s with an impish smile upon perfect lips. She simply leaned up and
nipped
Arlecchino on the earlobe with sharp teeth!
A yelp came from the Harbinger and she jerked back, afraid for a second that Furina actually broke the skin, but after a second of panic, she calmed and looked back to the one on her lap, her gaze blank. “Did you just…”
“Yup!” Furina snickered and she leaned upwards to plant another kiss on Arle’s cheek, leaving behind another large lipstick mark. “When people see you, I want them to know there is someone paying you attention when you are not… Committing crimes in our nation.”
Her hands reached up to grip Arle’s collar and for the first time since they began dating, Arlecchino saw a twinge of jealousy in Furina’s eyes. Her own hands came up to meet Furina’s, fingers and claws intertwining. Her gaze was the most intense it had been in a long time and she tucked her head under Arle’s chin, nuzzling into her throat. “Does it bother you? I can wipe them of-”
“No,” Arlecchino stated firmly, cutting Furina off before she could continue, and she ran one of her hands through the silver locks upon Furina’s skull. “No. I like it. I like this possessive side of you…” She chuckled low and she tilted her head back slightly, exposing the side Furina had not marked. “Again.”
Furina blinked and pulled back, looking up at her girlfriend. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose you.”
But Arlecchino smiled and reached for the hydro user’s cheek, stroking the soft flesh with her thumb. “Please…”
By the time Furina was done, Arlecchino’s neck and collarbone were covered in soft lipstick marks and nips into her pale flesh. She laughed as she cradled Furina in her arms, stroking her back as the former Archon hummed against her chest. The paperwork laid forgotten on the tabletop and the Knave’s jacket was over Furina like a blanket, leaving her in just her undershirt and suit pants.
She gazed down at her now content partner and chuckled, moving as if to stand. Furina shifted, confused, and peered up at Arle. “What’s wrong?”
Arlecchino just took her in her arms, coiled muscles tensing as she lifted her up with a coy smile upon her lips. “What, you think you get to annoy me and not receive any back? We are taking the rest of the afternoon off. After all, Lady Furina…”
“We have to match.”