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Your comb made its way through your hair, though there were no knots to be catched anymore. Your free hand followed it, you watched the scene in the mirror, entranced by the ligth that reflected on your wedding ring. A pretty thing, mirroring the nature of your Husband with its X and red and black details.
A coldness hit you, and a shiver ran down your back as a consequence. You stood up, turning to the open balcony doors, you saw the Aura Bolearis and all the cold was gone from your bones. Your manicured hands found their place on the intricately designed stone, your sigh was turned into a small cloud of ice crystals in the Sneznayan air, your tears, born from the icy winds, would meet the same fate before they were able to hit the ground.
Someone should have told you how stressful and tense a wedding nigth could be. The expectation…you shivered under the lacy garment one called a bathrobe. Well, it was lingerie of course, similar to the short dress you wore under it. You clutched the stone, wiping a tear. Soon she'd call for you, surely. She had to. This had been your official wedding, in front of the Tsaritsa. The God of Love had officiated your wedding it-
A knock. A knock on the door. You turned around in an instant, barely remembering how you locked the balcony doors and opened the big one, only giving the visitor a slit of what was your face.
"Yes?"
"The Knave expects you."
Your heart skipped a beat and you hesitated before answering. "Thank you. I'll be there in just a minute."
A thunk was heard when you closed it, rattling the walls. You clutched the door handle, noticing the blur in your vision, moving to check yourself in the full body mirror one last time, your face, your hair, the lingerie. You heard your own heartbeat in your ears, matching the rhythm of your footsteps. You crossed your arms over your chest as you went through the dark floor of the elegant mansion. The room wasn't even that far. The door was at the end of the hall to your rigth. Yet, it felt like a restless eternity, you clutched the robe, feeling weirdly naked, but you were naked weren't you? Standing in front of her room like that, in your lingerie. Your heart was still in a frenzy, you adjusted your hair again, looked at your legs, trying to find something, anything-
"Come in.", you stopped. Was that- "I know you're there, love.", her words were more of a sigh.
You took a deep breath and pushed the handle down, not wanting to…keep her waiting. Gods your hands were still shaking and you must be pale. Your eyes were clinging to the floor, the dark and wooden floor, most rooms were covered in rugs, hers only had two however, the one I'm front of you…and the other I'm front of the now burning hearth. You looked up in hesitation. Her glare waited for you. You clutched the robe and…her gaze softened.
"Close the door."
You tensed up again, so much that your shoulders started hurting, not looking away from her, waving your hand in the air before finding the handle.
"Are you alrigth?"
You forced yourself to walk untill you felt the rug under your feet and the fire on your back. "Mh hm.", you nodded.
She squinted, raking her eyes up and down your form. As if inspecting you.
"I'm fine, truly."
Now she crocked a brow and squinted her eyes. She patted the place next to her. You followed suit, placing your legs under your behind, looking at her. You shuffled closer, untill she wrapped her arm around you. Archons, she was close. But this wasn't new, you had kissed her before, so you knew you had to just lean in and…kiss her and she'd reciprocate, because she really did like you.
So, imagine your confusion when that didn't happen. The way your eyebrows pulled down and your mouth sligthly opened, it was almost cruel to the Knave. "I-" your mind was blank. "Is something wrong?"
She crocked her head and her hand found purchase on your cheek, drawing small circles there with her nail. She looked you up and down again. "Why do you think I called you, bunny?"
You swallowed your spit. "Well- uhm…" you reached for your pulse, counting to five. "It is our wedding nigth. So…" you shrugged. "Sex?"
You had bitten your lips so much, you could swear you had removed a whole layer of skin.
Her hand continued its soothing motion. Then she chuckled.
"I-I should go.", you went to stand up but she pulled you into her lap before you knew it.
"You shouldn't.", she removed some hair from your face with her knuckles.
You blinked a bit. "Okay."
Her nails trailed their way down to your shoulder, your tense shoulder. She raised her eyebrows. "That nervous?"
You looked away. "I'd hate to disappoint you.", she gently turned you so that you were facing the fire.
"You could never disappoint me.", she placed her hands on your shoulders, pressing her thumb down, squeezing on the upper muscle, you relaxed into your Husbands touch
"I didn't know you knew how to massage someone."
"It's useful when you're tense yourself.", she leaned in. "Or when you have an anxious wife.", she kissed the place rigth under your ear.
"I'm not…" you stopped in your sentence, feeling her thumbs press between your shoulder blades. "Oh…that's nice."
Arlecchino hummed, satisfied with herself. She'd continue with this for a few minutes, before laying you down on the couch and placing a blanket over the both of you. "Do you want to know why I actually called for you?", she pulled you into her arms as you nodded. "I simply want to sleep in the same bed as you."
"Oh…" you laughed. "So…my whole dress up wasn't necessary?"
"Well, yes, but I'll admit,", she looked down "it is a sigth to behold."
You shoved her, gently. "Stop it."
"I am just stating the truth.", she pulled you back in, enveloping you with her warmth. "I simply can not resist you.", Arlecchinos lips danced gently over your face, from your forehead to your nose and atlast, to your lips, it was soft and warm. Sweet. But it was only short, for you had to yawn in the middle of it. You looked up at her.
"Will you carry me to bed?"
"For you? Anything."