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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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"Of course it's alright," he said, even if meeting her family seemed a little scary.

"This isn't one of those 'you're my boyfriend so now you must meet my family' things." she said with a chuckle. "I just haven't seen him in a few years."

"No, I know." He knew she wouldn't put him in a position like that. "I'll book our tickets for the morning."

Smiling she leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "I guess I'll go back to bed then."

"I'll come with you." He closed his laptop and packed everything away for the morning. He had his phone in his hand, buying their train tickets, as they walked back to the bedroom.

She had curled up in bed, the sheet she had stolen earlier wrapped securely around her. "Thank you for coming Arthur." she said, her eyes already closed.

"Of course." Once he got the confirmation email, he set his phone on the night stand and laid down, facing her.

She nuzzled her face against his chest.

"What was your first time like?" He asked quietly.

"Romantic." she mumbled against his chest. "It was with an older classmate, right after I started university. He had all the experience so thankfully it wasn't rubbish."

"That does sound romantic," he murmured, playing with a lock of her hair.

"At the time it felt romantic. Dinner, candles, no roommate commenting..." She chuckled. "Yours?"

"Prom night. Back seat of my mom's sedan. I came thirty seconds into it. My date wasn't happy," he said with a soft chuckle.

Chuckling, she kissed his chest. "I'd be pissed too. Though I'm grateful things have improved for you in that department."

"Are you saying I'm pretty good in bed?" He asked, smirking.

"Not directly." she responded, grinning mischievously.

He laughed. "Well, I've been told in the past as much..."

"Then you don't need to hear it from me." she didn't need to look at him to see the smirk on his face.

"Okay, okay, go get some sleep," he said, still laughing a bit.

"You too." she said as she kissed and nuzzled his chest.

He kissed the top of her head, tightening his arms around her.

"Mmmhmm." she hummed against his skin as she began drifting. "Good night."

"Night," he whispered into her hair.

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