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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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Pulling off her jacket and other cloths she dropped her garments on the floor, leaving on her underwear before sliding under the covers.

"Bra, too. And on your stomach, please." Arthur knelt on the bed, rolling up his sleeves.

She looked at him questioningly before rolling onto her stomach and sliding a hand up her back to unhook her bra.

He took the bra and set it on the nightstand before returning his attention back to her. Straddling her thighs, he kneaded her shoulders with his hands, feeling tension there.

She moaned into her pillow; she had completely forgotten he was going to massage her back. As his fingers worked at her shoulders, she let out a squeak from the pain.

"Sorry," he said, easing up a little before moving onto her shoulder blades.

"-t's m'kay." she mumbled into the pillow. Holding the pillow to her chin and chest trying to hold back her tears.

Arthur scooted down so he could work on her lower back and spine. "How does that feel?'

"Goo-" she moaned as he rub a particularly sensitive area of her back.

"Good." He continued with her back before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. "Can I?"

"Mmhmm." She lifted her hips to help him remove the last of her garments.

He pulled her panties down and off, tossing them away. Slowly, he kneaded her ass cheeks. "Good?"

"Mmhmm." she hummed against the pillow that enveloped her face. Feeling herself relaxing, she closed her eyes and focused on the feel of Arthur's hands on her body.

And just as slowly, he slid one of his hands away and ran his fingers lightly down her folds.

Her body vibrated as his fingers brushed passed her most sensitive areas. "Mmm-rthur."

"Is this okay?" He asked as he continued rubbing his fingers against her.

"Because it's you; yes." She was trying to contain her moans.

"Good." He reached over and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. "Lift your hips up."

Pushing herself up, she wiggled her ass in front of him suggestively. Even before today, the day gone wrong, she had missed him terribly, both sexually and mentally.

He smiled and bent over to kiss her lower back before tucking the pillow under her hips, lifting them up just a bit for better access. "Spread your legs."

She hummed under his lips, the sensation giving her goosebumps. "You've stopped asking." she teased as she did as he asked.

He smirked at her. "I thought you liked being a little dominated." Arthur moved down lower so that he was lying on the bed on his stomach between her legs. He traced her folds with the tip of his tongue, tasting her.

She laughed. "I did. I also like it when you make me-" she gasped and gripped at the sheets as he tongued her wet opening.

He hummed against her, lapping at her wetness. "God, you taste amazing."

"Ny-uh!" she squeaked out as she gripped the sheets tighter, her body squirming under his attentions.