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Ariadne; The Architect ([personal profile] chesstotem) wrote2011-11-05 06:32 pm

for [livejournal.com profile] point_forgotten

Their flight landed in Honolulu in mid-afternoon, so by the time they got their bags, hailed a cab and got to their hotel to check in, it was practically time for dinner. Fortunately, their hotel had a nice restaurant right off the lobby. Ariadne spent the meal watching Arthur closely, hoping he was feeling a little more relaxed. Ever since that projection had managed to shoot her in that dream, he'd been plagued with nightmares and had been really tense.

This trip had been his idea, and Ariadne hoped it would help. "We can go to the beach right away tomorrow, if you want," she suggested.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
“I don’t know—it doesn’t matter to me. I just want you.”

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
He pushed her back until she’s sandwiched between him and the wall. One hand snakes between their bodies and finds her clit.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
His fingers disappear from between her legs before both his hands rest on her ass and lift her up. "Hold on to me."

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly as he reached down and guided his cock into her.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
He pushed into her slowly, trying to get use to the position.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
He groaned when he felt her tighten around him. “Ariadne.” His hips jerk up into her.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he breathed out. He pushed into her a little more quickly now.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
One hand goes to her hair and gripped a fistful.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
“Can I—from behind?” He asked before he grunted.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ariadne was shorter than he was so he had to bend at the knees awkwardly in order to push into her again, but once he fitted into her, his hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her steadily.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur buried his hand in her hair as he fucked her harsh and desperate form behind.

[identity profile] point-forgotten.livejournal.com 2011-11-10 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
“Come, Ariadne—I want you to,” he breathed out.