Placing kisses to her shoulder, trailing them up her neck & to her jaw. They're firm enough to entail the Knave wished to feast on such a holy body- a craving to taste what is deemed untouchable. However, she remains careful, treating Columbina like an antique - something far more fragile than any glass.
It is quiet within the House of the Hearth , save for the breaths shared between them , the whispers from little dove advising against such indulgence . They may be interrupted , after all , commanded to Tsaritsa's side & forced into the cold , denied the warmth they may find within each other's embrace . Worse , whoever dares interrupt with summons surely will meet The Knave's wrath , scolded for the disturbance and no doubt scarred by what they may see upon entry . She cannot help laughing at the thought . It is known to knock before entry , but what if urgency left no room for civility ?
Columbina wouldn't care much . She'd likely hear them ahead of time , anyway ...
Wiggling herself away from kisses that begin to tickle in their tenderness , a laugh escapes her — airy , but with a tremble that indicates a wandering mind . ' You're being so gentle with me . ' A hand rises to Arlecchino's cheek , trails digits down flesh yet to feel goddess's kiss . Suspense is part of the fun , isn't it ? She's certain that is what she heard from Rosalyne , though such advice was never meant for her ears .
' I will not break , you know ... In fact , I may like it more ... ' Finding darkened hands , Columbina presses a thumb into the tip of sharpened nail , traces along its curve to invite the crescents it may leave upon her skin .
