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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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"I'm not one of them, trust me."

[chesstotem]

"So you do have standards, and I do meet them," she said.

[isnt_the_same]

He nodded. "You do."

[chesstotem]

She smacked his ass playfully. "Better get cleaned up, big boy. I want to sleep, and you make a good pillow."

[isnt_the_same]

He raised his brow. "Big boy? Jesus, what did I do to deserve such an awful pet name?" Arthur laughed and got off of her before going to the bathroom.

[chesstotem]

"What do you think?" she asked with a laugh, stretching her limbs happily.

[isnt_the_same]

"I have no clue," he replied when he walked back in.

[chesstotem]

"What, none at all?" She smirked, her eyes dropping below his waist suggestively.

[isnt_the_same]

Arthur just laughed and joined her in bed.

[chesstotem]

She slid her arms around him, pressing kisses to his chest.

[isnt_the_same]

His hand slid down to her ass and rested on it.

[chesstotem]

Ariadne smiled faintly, settling in with a yawn. As much as Arthur liked to go on about keeping things casual, she thought he was acting more and more like a boyfriend.

Not that she would say that to him.

[isnt_the_same]

Arthur was thinking the same thing, and while it made him uncomfortable, there was just something so inviting about a warm body next to him.