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[chesstotem]

The night Ariadne met Aubrey, things didn't turn out as they were supposed to. It started out just fine - they met in the bar they'd agreed on, chatted inside for a while about nonsense like the weather, then stepped outside to talk business.

It was as though the dark figure had been waiting for them - Aubrey was right in the middle of a sentence when suddenly a tall figure swooped in out of nowhere and descended on her like a rabid dog. Ariadne screamed as the person - thing - whatever it was - ripped her throat out, and the next thing she knew she was running blindly back towards the street, something warm trickling down her temple. The time that followed was fuzzy - she knew she must've ran for a while, because she was out of breath, but then she was in a cab (the cabbie was giving her a funny look, maybe to do with that warm trickle), and then she was at a hotel, getting more funny looks as she stumbled into the elevator.

Then she was pounding on Arthur's door, praying to whatever gods might be listening that he was inside.

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[chesstotem]

"I want that, too," she said. She pressed her body closer, pressing her mouth to his.

[isnt_the_same]

Tentatively, he rested his hands on the small of her back. She felt so warm and inviting.

[chesstotem]

Her heartbeat was already picking up, her breath coming a little short as she kissed him. She could feel his skin warming, whether due to her touch or because Arthur was doing something on purpose, she wasn't sure. But it was welcoming all the same.

[isnt_the_same]

His lips left hers as they traveled to the side of her neck. He could feel her pulse against them.

[chesstotem]

She tilted her head slightly, giving him more room to do as he liked. She assumed he would say something if he wanted to feed from her. Otherwise, she didn't care what he did. "Bedroom?" she suggested quietly.

[isnt_the_same]

"Can I have a taste first?" He asked quietly against her skin. "I won't take much."

[chesstotem]

"Oh - sure," she said, feeling herself flush a little at his question - it sounded almost reverent.

[isnt_the_same]

His canines extended a little from his upper row of teeth. He grazed them against her skin lightly before letting them sink in to her.

[chesstotem]

She tensed when she felt it, but quickly relaxed again - it didn't hurt any worse than getting a shot at the doctor - a needle prick, then a dull sort of throb. She was wrapped up tight in Arthur's arms, the familiar scent of him in her nostrils. It wasn't bad at all - she could get used to it.

[isnt_the_same]

Like he promised, he didn't take much, and soon he lifted his head up from her neck with a small smile.

[chesstotem]

She didn't feel bad at all - maybe a little bit drowsy. "So, uh, was it worth the wait?" she asked, toying with the hair on the back of his neck.

[isnt_the_same]

"Mm, yes it was." He reached into his pocket and took out his handkerchief before wiping the blood from her neck.

[chesstotem]

For some reason, that brought a goofy sort of smile to her lips, and she pressed even closer, kissing his jaw. "Bedroom?" she asked again hopefully.

[isnt_the_same]

"Sure," he replied, walking her back towards the door.

[chesstotem]

Ariadne pressed more kisses to his jaw and neck as they made their way towards the bedroom. She tugged his tie off unceremoniously, then started on the buttons.

[isnt_the_same]

Arthur chuckled and held her close against him.

[chesstotem]

"What're you laughing at?" she asked, but this time the question was much more playful. "It's been a long time for me, too."

[isnt_the_same]

"I can tell," he said with a smirk.

[chesstotem]

"You'd better make this worth it, if you're going to keep being rude like that," she teased.

[isnt_the_same]

"Oh, I will," he promised.

[chesstotem]

"I'm not very impressed so far," she retorted.

[isnt_the_same]

Arthur laughed as he snaked his hand under her shirt.

[chesstotem]

She leaned in to kiss him, pushing his shirt off his shoulders.

[isnt_the_same]

Arthur let it fall to floor before he started in on her shirt, lifting it up around her waist.

[chesstotem]

His mouth tasted vaguely of blood, but it didn't bother her. She broke the kiss just long enough to let him get her shirt off over her head, then pressed her mouth to his again, her hands running down his chest.