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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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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.

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He pressed his lips to hers and darted his tongue her mouth.

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Her fingers skated lightly over his skin as they kissed. "Should be a condom in the bedside table," she murmured, almost curiously.

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He nodded and reached over to open said bedside table before grabbing a condom.

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She bit her lip, still watching him.

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Sitting up, Arthur tore the wrapper open and slid the condom on.

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"How do you want me?" she asked.

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"On top," he replied as he moved and laid down on the bed.

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She nodded, shifting to straddle him, wrapping a hand around his cock to guide him inside her. She sank down on him slowly, sucking in a breath as he filled her up.

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"Hard and fast," he hissed.

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"Okay," she said with a groan, bracing herself over him to do as he requested - she set a rough pace, quickly working her hips over him, tightening herself around him on the downstrokes. "How's that?" she asked.

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"Perfect," he replied breathlessly as he rocked his hips up into hers.

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She smiled a little, panting as she rode him harder. Shifting her hips slightly, she groaned when he hit a perfect spot inside her, and arched her back.

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His hands roamed her stomach and chest before they settled on each of her breasts, fingers rubbing and pinching her nipples.

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"Arthur," she moaned, her pace becoming more erratic.

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"That's good, Ariadne," he groaned. "Just like that."

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She nodded, biting her lip. She came suddenly, rocking against him almost frantically as she gasped with it.

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Arthur grunted as she tightened around him. "Off," he hissed.

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She blinked at him, dazed from her orgasm, but managed to scramble off him nonetheless. "What -"

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Arthur got onto top and pushed into her with a grunt.

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After two orgasms, she was pliant underneath him, her legs slipping around his middle in encouragement.