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Ariadne had arranged a peaceful, quiet life she for herself after the Fischer job. And then he showed up. All smiles and charm that sent her head in a frenzy. It seemed like every time he was in town, he would visit her and she would be conveniently available. She knew the kind of work he was still involved in and the risks that came with it. But she didn't think that he would be under surveillance or that anyone would notice his infrequent visits to Paris.

But someone had found out about her. Someone had been in her apartment and was looking for something other than money. They even went to the trouble of leaving her a note. A friendly enough note to try and inspire her to come out of retirement. That sickeningly sweet kind of note that felt like it was laced with cobra venom. They wanted an Architect.

She called the only person she could think of.

"Hey..."

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He turned to her. "In your apartment?" The last time he had come to Paris, she suggested just staying with her instead of a hotel, but he didn't want to impose. And maybe because he didn't want things to get...complicated more than they already were.

She shook her head. "Not there. Not right now. Here. Or somewhere more to your liking. I-I don't want to impose on you though. Or get in the way of your work. I just don't want to be alone for the time being. At least not right away." Lifting her chin she looked up at him.

"Well luckily I'm inbetween jobs right now," he told her, smiling a little. "But I would like to change hotels, at least one with more security." God, how could he ever say no to that face?

Nodding, she moved to crawl out from under the covers. "Thank you Arthur." It felt like she was burdening him, but she was glad he had agreed to stay. She smiled at him gratefully.

"Of course." He reached over and pulled her in so he could kiss her.

The moment their lips met, she felt like her whole body warmed. Arthur always seemed to have that affect on her, like the whole world was a spinning and he was standing still. She rested on hand on his chest as the other supported her weight as she leaned into his kiss.

He laid back, bringing her down on top of him. He sucked at her bottom lip. "Can we order room service or go out for food?" He asked after he broke the kiss. He hadn't eaten since London.

She leaned over him, biting his lower lip softly when he finally released hers. "Lets go out. Room service is a bit... questionable around here."

"I guess I'll get dressed again." He smiled and bit her bottom lip before getting out from under her and going to the closet.

After getting dressed, he checked his laptop for a new message but there was none.

She relaced her boots around her ankles as she waited for him to get dressed. When they finally left the hotel, she took his arm as they walked down the street. She was trying not to look around her.

They happened upon a small restaurant and Arthur walked in. They sat down at a table and a waitress came over with menus and to take their drinks order.

Ordering a heavier drink, she skimmed the menu. Her appetite hadn't returned yet. After picking the first thing that she saw, the waitress left them to place their order. "So, where'd you fly in from? You got here very quickly."

"I took the train from London," he replied. "Just finished a job there this afternoon when you called."

"Lucky for me you were so close." She twirled a fork between her fingers as she tried to think on something else. "Must not have been an intense corporate espionage job. You left Paris less than a month ago."

"It was a small one," he confirmed. "Sometimes I don't take corporate jobs." Arthur smiled over at her.

She smiled back at him, trying to get her face to relax, knowing that it was otherwise furrowed and revealing her thoughts. "And sometimes it's just a consultation."

"I do those too," he said with a nod. Arthur could tell how distracted she was even as she tried to mask it. "How do you feel about a massage when we get back?"

"From you?" She hummed as she mused the idea, her fingers still twirling the fork. "Well, you do have gifted hands."

He smirked. "Yes, from me." Under the table, Arthur ran his feet down her calf.

She raised an eyebrow at him. Knowing he was trying to steer her thoughts in another direction with his foot, she smirked at him. 'Am I really that easy to read or has he just gotten too familiar with me?' "That sounds enticing."

"I hope it would." He didn't move his foot away when the waitress came back with their food. Arthur thanked her and dig in.

Ariadne picked at her meal, only taking small bites. The sauce and flavors a little too rich for her. Sipping at her scotch, she watched the restaurant's other patrons around them. Most were enjoying a night out and light conversation.

Arthur finished his food, sipping his light wine occasionally.

She smiled softly and rubbed her calf against his foot. "I'm sorry; I'm terrible about not worrying." she commented as she swirled the remaining amber liquid around two ice cubes.

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. It's not your fault."