Harlequin Hearts // Arlecchino Genshin Impact x Female Reader One-Shots

In the Embrace of the Night

In the Embrace of the Night

The night was deep and still, the only sound in the room the soft rustling of the sheets as we lay entwined on the bed. The faint glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting a silver hue over the room and wrapping us in a quiet, intimate cocoon. Arlecchino was nestled against me, her head resting on my chest, her body pressed firmly against mine. Her breath was a soft, steady rhythm, in perfect harmony with the gentle rise and fall of my chest.

I stroked her hair absentmindedly, my fingers threading through the silky strands as I let my eyes drift closed. There was something profoundly peaceful about this moment, a sense of completeness that filled me as we lay there together, cocooned in our own little world. The weight of the day had melted away, leaving only the warmth of her presence and the quiet, contented beating of my heart.

Arlecchino shifted slightly, her head tilting up so that her lips could brush against my collarbone. The touch was soft, almost tentative, but it sent a ripple of warmth through me, stirring something deep within. I opened my eyes, glancing down at her just as she pressed another kiss, this time a little firmer, a little more insistent.

A small smile played at the corners of my lips as I continued to stroke her hair, my fingers tracing the outline of her ear before moving down to caress the back of her neck. Her lips moved slowly up my collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I could feel her breath against my skin, warm and teasing, and the sensation sent shivers down my spine.

Her kisses traveled higher, up the curve of my neck, each one slow and deliberate, as if she were savoring the taste of my skin. My breath hitched slightly as she reached the sensitive spot just below my ear, her lips lingering there for a moment before she continued her journey upward. I closed my eyes again, letting myself sink into the sensation, my hand now gently caressing the length of her spine.

When her lips finally reached my jaw, she paused, her breath warm against my skin as she nuzzled her nose against me. I could feel her smile against my jawline, a soft, contented expression that made my heart swell with affection. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, a quiet exchange of love that needed no words.

She continued her ascent, her lips brushing over my jaw until they found their way to the corner of my mouth. I turned my head slightly, meeting her gaze just as she leaned in to kiss me fully. The kiss was soft, tender, filled with a sweetness that made my heart ache with love for her. Her lips moved against mine with a slow, deliberate rhythm, a dance of affection that spoke volumes more than any words could.

I smiled against her lips, my hands moving down to rest on her hips, pulling her even closer to me. The feel of her body pressed against mine, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her lips—it was all so perfect, so right, that I could hardly believe it was real.

As the kiss deepened, my hands began to wander, caressing the curve of her waist, the dip of her back, the soft skin just above the waistband of her nightclothes. I wanted to return the affection she was showering on me, to kiss her in the same tender, loving way she was kissing me. But when I tried to sit up, to flip our positions so that I could explore her body the way she was exploring mine, she gently pushed me back down, a tender smile playing on her lips.

"Not tonight," she whispered, her voice soft and full of affection. "Tonight is about you."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she silenced me with another kiss, her lips moving slowly, sensuously against mine until I melted back into the bed, surrendering to her touch. Her hands cupped my face as she kissed me, her thumbs brushing over my cheeks with a tenderness that made my heart ache with love.

When she finally pulled away, it was only to press her forehead against mine, her breath mingling with mine in the small space between us. "Let me take care of you," she murmured, her voice low and filled with emotion. "Let me love you."

My heart swelled at her words, the sincerity in her voice making my throat tighten with emotion. I nodded, unable to find my voice, and she smiled, a soft, loving expression that made my heart flutter.

She kissed me again, softly, tenderly, before she began to explore my neck with her lips once more. This time, she took her time, her kisses slow and languorous, as if she had all the time in the world to savor the moment. She nuzzled her nose against my neck, her breath warm and teasing against my skin as she whispered sweet nothings in a language only we shared.

Her hands wandered as she kissed me, tracing the curves and contours of my body with a reverence that made my breath catch in my throat. Each touch was gentle, careful, as if she were afraid I might break if she pressed too hard. But there was also a quiet intensity to her movements, a simmering passion just beneath the surface that made my pulse quicken.

I ran my hands down her back, my fingers tracing the elegant lines of her spine, the soft curve of her waist. I wanted to pull her closer, to feel every inch of her against me, but she kept me pinned beneath her with a strength that belied her gentle touch. It was as if she wanted to savor every moment, to take her time in worshiping me, and I found that I was more than willing to let her.

Her kisses traveled lower, down the curve of my neck to the hollow of my throat, each one leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. She nuzzled her nose against my skin, breathing me in as if she were committing my scent to memory. The sensation of her lips, her breath, her touch—it was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating, that I felt like I was drowning in her, and I never wanted to come up for air.

When she finally made her way back up to my lips, she kissed me with a tenderness that made my heart ache. It was a kiss filled with love, with devotion, with a quiet intensity that left me breathless. Her hands cupped my face as she kissed me, her thumbs brushing over my cheeks with a tenderness that made me feel cherished, loved, in a way I had never felt before.

When she finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against mine once more, her breath coming in soft, even puffs as she gazed into my eyes. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with so much emotion that it made my heart flutter.

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice trembling with emotion.

She smiled, a soft, loving expression that made my heart flutter, before she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. "You mean everything to me," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with affection. "Everything."

I reached up to cup her face, my thumb brushing over her cheek as I gazed into her eyes, my heart swelling with love for her. "And you mean everything to me," I whispered back, my voice trembling with the depth of my feelings.

She smiled again, a soft, contented expression, before she nuzzled her nose against my cheek, her breath warm and teasing against my skin. "I'm so lucky to have you," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. "So lucky."

I couldn't find the words to respond, so I simply pulled her closer, holding her tightly against me as I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her. The warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, the gentle rhythm of her breath—it was all so perfect, so right, that I felt like I was floating in a sea of love and contentment.

As we lay there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us in our little bubble of warmth and love. The night was still, the only sound the soft rustling of the sheets and the gentle rhythm of our breathing as we held each other close, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

And as I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I felt was the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the softness of her breath against my skin, and the quiet, steady beat of her heart, a constant reminder that I was loved, cherished, and completely, utterly hers.