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The only good thing about being in Paris, and away from Arthur for a while, was the easy ability Ariadne had to report back to her bosses with what information she had so far.

It was also a bit of a relief to know that they didn't really have any intention of prosecuting Arthur, or anyone else from the Fischer job - at this point, her bosses were sniffing out something much bigger, and just wanted her to use them to get closer to whatever the bigger operation was, to figure out who was behind it.

She suspected it was something much worse than anything Arthur would be willing to do.

Still, aside from the regular calls to her bosses, it was exactly as boring and depressing as she'd known it would be, having to pretend to be a student again, attend classes without even the hope of Arthur on the phone in the evenings. She walked to the college most days, went to a couple of classes, walked back to her messy little apartment in the late afternoon or evening. Ate takeout for dinner, because she could barely cook for herself. At night, she would touch herself, remembering how Arthur felt on top of her, inside her.

The next day, she did it all again.

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"Good. Want some coffee or something?" she asked, sitting up and running a hand through her hair.

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"Actually," he got bed into bed. "I just want you." Arthur leaned over and kissed her.

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"Oh," she said, but it was muffled into his mouth. She was still relaxed from sleep, so her arms slid lazily around him as she pulled him closer.

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His arms circled her waist, pulling her flush against him.

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There were a lot of things she could've said, but she was afraid of scaring him off. So she pressed her body against him and hoped her actions got the point across - that she had missed him, that she wanted him here, like this.

[isnt_the_same]

She wasn't pulling away from him so that was a good sign. He shouldn't have acted so coldly last night, but her question had scared him a little.

Arthur hummed against her lips before pushing his tongue into her mouth hungrily.

[chesstotem]

It didn't matter, as long as he was here with her. As long as he wanted her. Her fingers combed through his hair, which was messy and out-of-place after sleeping in her bed. She liked it.

Now, she just needed to get her pajamas off. She wanted them skin-to-skin.

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Arthur was thinking the same thing as he started to lift her shirt up around her waist.

[chesstotem]

Ariadne helpfully lifted her arms so Arthur could get her shirt off, then started wiggling out of her drawstring pants.

[isnt_the_same]

Arthur helped with her pants as well and pulled them off before tossing them aside.

[chesstotem]

Ariadne leaned up to kiss along his jaw, pulling his boxers down as she did so.

[isnt_the_same]

He kicked off his boxers before he started pulling down her panties.

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She moaned quietly in anticipation, turning her head to kiss his lips.

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He kissed her in return, his hand going down in between her thighs.

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She moaned again at his touch, already getting wet for him - Ariadne had never known someone who could turn her on so effortlessly.

[isnt_the_same]

He rubbed her folds and teased her entrance before pushing his fingers into her.

[chesstotem]

"Arthur," she moaned, her breath coming short. Her legs parted wider for him and she clung to him tightly.

[isnt_the_same]

He swallowed up her moan in a kiss, his thumb coming over to rub her clit.

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Her body arched up, moving against him as she returned the kiss. Her still sleep-addled brain was overwhelmed with the sensations. It was like she was a delicate machine, and he knew exactly which buttons to push, in which order.

[isnt_the_same]

He smiled against her lips as he pushed his fingers up against her ceiling.

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Her eyes fell shut as her body began to tighten, coming close to that edge already. "Please..."

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"Ariadne," he breathed out her name as he hit the spot again.

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She shuddered underneath him, clinging to him tightly as she came.

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Once she came, he slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

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She watched him, her eyes half-lidded as she relaxed, catching her breath.