mommy | a.rlecchino

XII

my spanish teacher is so milf and I answered a question right and she went "good girl!!" like ok fuck me now AND SHE HAS NICE HANDS ANDQISJJSSJJWMWNSNSJKSANJ

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A week passed. Then another.

And you hadn't once thought of Rosalyne. No, your focus was once again always on Arlecchino. Always, it seemed, she had a way of completely helping you block out the outside world, and all of its stress. She would look at others with her stoic and cold face, but the moment she saw you a warm smile would grace her features and the expression would echo onto you. Springing forth an all too familiar warmth in your chest.

Whether it was Arlecchino's soft kisses on your hands or your face, her gentle embrace— so caring and real, or the fact that she simply reassured you everyday of her feels..you were in heaven. A real relationship that felt surreal to have. A partner who actually cared about you.

To a degree- you think Rosalyne might've cared before.

But you can't worry about her now, not with the tall girl infront of you eagerly walking you back to your dorm. She didn't exactly show said eagerness, but her walk was most definitely brisker than usual.

"What's go you in a good mood?" You chuckle, tilting your head as Arlecchino pulls you along.

"Nothing.." She bites at her lip cheekily, your heart flutters— because god, she's so beautiful when she does that. And god you're so lucky to have her— well not yet. Arlecchino was still rather serious about making you guys official in the most perfect way. You couldn't exactly complain, as you had to admit you were excited too.

You're pulled from your thoughts when Arlecchino makes a gesture toward you, silently asking for your dorm room key. You comply, handing it to her and watching as she unlocks the door. Before you can go in however, she stuffs your key away and comes behind you- her hands covering your eyes. "Arly what are you doing..?" You murmur, jumping at the sudden movement.

"Hush now baby," She chuckles. "It's a surprise okay? You need to be quiet."

"Quiet? It's my dorm." You remark, but quickly quiet as she begins to lead you into your dorm. You can feel that the lights are off— or down, and smell a faint whisk of vanilla. "Arlecchino?"

"Shh," Her body presses against your back as your directed for a few more seconds, before she stops. "Alright my dear, i'm gonna pull my hands away and on the count of three you can open your eyes. Okay?."

You nod softly, as Arlecchino's voice sounds close to your ear. Your eyes shut softly, and her hands fall to your hips. You half feel her head lean on your shoulder. "One.." She squeezes your hips softly, you feel like putty. "Two..." A gently kiss is placed on the side of your head. "Three..!"

Opening your eyes, you take a second to adjust to the dim lighting. Yes, dim lighting. What was once your regular half kitchen has now been slightly altered to resemble that of an expensive restaurant. Your table has had a light white fabric draped over it, candles in the center along with a small bag, plates opposite eachother. Each plate holding a single rose for the both of you. Arlecchino watches you in silence as you take it all in.

Around you in various places are candles too, your once messy dorm of papers- now clean to prevent any fires breaking out. A large wine bottle sits on the table as well, joined by two expensive looking glasses. Your heart jumps.

"Arlecchino.." You murmur, biting your smile. "Did you do all this? Oh my god.."

Arlecchino hums close to you. "Of course, I had to steal your key while you were in class today, so i'm sorry if you couldn't find it. But I wanted to set this up."