Mating
Eames fled that very night into Canada. He made contact with Arthur and Ariadne as the couple arrived at a nearby hotel. Ariadne had slept fitfully for the rest of the drive. Her dreams polluted with people chasing her. Arthur's presence was a comfort but did not erase the feeling of a near miss from her mind.
~ "Are you sure your alright?" He asked her as she came out of the shower. Ariadne hadn't spoken much since they fled the little house. They had settled for the time being in a nice hotel. The staff, never questioning a married couple who looked like they belonged together.
"What if it hadn't been a burglar?" She asked climbing into bed with him. Arthur allowed her to curl her body into his.
"It was just a burglar. Just some kids looking for money or something." He assured her. Ariadne rested her head on his chest. The comforting smell of him, his lean strong body, helped her to relax.
"Arthur?"
"Yes?"
"What's going to happen to us when we cross the border?"
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I mean, do you go your way and I go mine?" She asked. It was a conversation she had been putting off.
"Do you want to go your own way?" He asked. Ariadne gave a cold laugh.
"Arthur, I have no way to go." She admitted. "I don't have any connections anywhere."
"Hmmm." Arthur mused. She could tell he was feeling more playful. "I guess you'll have to stick with me then." he said teasing her. She couldn't help it. The grin spreading across her face. She cuddled deeper into his arms. Felt his light kiss on her forehead.
She found her hands had wandered up to his chest. Tempted by the flesh his simple night clothes exposed. Her fingers dancing lightly over the fabric, running over his skin. She felt him sigh deeply.
"I'm sorry." She apologized.
"Don't be sorry." He said.
His voice had changed. It was not the normal soft easy tones he used with her. It was more like the voice he used when he talked about work. When he was short tempered. She had upset him. Angered him.
He extracted her hand away form his body. Stopped her explorations for a moment. He brought her delicate hands to his lips. Kissing each finger. Ariadne found her breathing had sped up as she watched and felt him nibbling on her fingers.
"When I came back to the house," He said as he finished his work on her fingers. "saw what had happened, I could only think of you. Losing you. What it would mean to be without you." He sighed deeply. "I'm not the type that gets scared easily, I was terrified."
She awaited his kiss on her lips but he gave her nothing. His long fingers lazily playing with her own. She felt his feet start to twine with hers. Their bodies, making beautiful contact in every way except the contact she most wanted.
"Arthur." She managed to breath but lost her train of thought as his lips found her neck and began a slow wet trail down to her blouse.
She had already decided. She would deny him nothing. She would let him take her anyway he wanted. His hands moved up her shirt to the hidden flesh waiting for him. Her soft skin and breasts, unrestrained by a bra, met his capable touch. She moved her back upwards to meet him as he started to unfasten her night shirt. Tiny little buttons, he lovingly undid to exposed her to him. With each unbuttoning, each exposure, he laid little kisses on her newly discovered body.
She fingers were running in his hair as the light caught the silver and gold band he had given her. How strange that neither one of them ever took them off. They have lived these past few weeks as if they were a married couple. Shared a home and bed. How unfair that they were just now sharing this aspect of it.
While lost in thought, she had not noticed Arthur's attentions had exposed her breasts to the cool air and warmth of his touch. She gasped at the shock of feeling his lips go to her nipple. Sucking and pulling. His hands dwarfing the size of her breasts as he caressed them.
She could feel an sensation between her legs. An excitement that would not go away and would not be ignored. It caused her legs to feel restless and her body almost angry with the Point Man for taking his time in his explorations of her body.
"Arthur..." She whispered as she felt his hands move down to her panties. Rubbing over the fabric. Letting the smooth nylon act as a barrier between his flesh and her own. Feeling the heat there that was only for him. Was there because of him.
The friction the fabric caused, the wetness seeping through, gave Arthur the only incentive he needed to explore deeper. His long fingers scaling over the silk like fabric to delve into her agitated sex. She was hot and wet with the wanting he had stated in her. Not ready yet, but getting there.
For Ariadne, it was like a beautiful assault on her body. The Point Man, ever strong and capable, was manipulating her body to his own wishes. His lips over her nipples and breasts, his hand fingering her swollen desire. His thumb pressing ruthlessly over her clitoris. Causing pressure that increased her uncontrolled need.
"Arthur..." She squealed and the Point Man's almost cruel treatment caused her body to give off a small climax.
"I love you." he growled resurfacing from her breasts. A look of pure lust written on his face. He no longer looked like the gentleman he was with her normally. He no longer looked like the Point Man she had only rarely glimpsed. Arthur resembled an animal, deep in the throws of mating.
Ariadne barely had time to register what he had said before his lips were on her. His kiss, strong and wanting. Moving her own lips in time with his. His tongue lightly playing with her own. Enough to cause her to lose her breath at his actions. She pulled away from him suddenly. Her need for air over ruling her desire for him.
"Oh, I love you to." She confessed with a sense of relief. She was panting as he began a steady rocking of her hips with his own. His hand, still causally playing with the heated need between her legs. Causing her to lose herself to him. Her breathing to grow more rapid and ragged.
He sat up then. Freeing her of his touch, his warm attentions. Ariadne felt the loss of it sharply as cool air greeted her hot, nearly naked body. She watched as he rid himself of his own clothing showing her his lean body. Comfortable on it's tall frame.
Unashamed of his exposure, Arthur gazed down at her. He had meant what he had said about loving her. How could he not? It was so easy to do. He didn't want to bed her without loving her. Their relationship had still been too new when they had to flee together. He would not allow a simple infatuation to ruin something that could be so much more. So, he tended to the fire of infatuation until he was sure it had burned into real love.
Ariadne was almost fearful at seeing him fully unclothed. Herself in nothing but panties before him. His massive erection closing in on her. Wanting only one thing. He rid her of the damp panties as she raised her hips up, giving him permission to do as he liked. Now naked before her lover, a lover who's hands knew just how to elicit uncontrolled reactions to her body, again she felt afraid of him. Afraid of having such a strong sheath of pure naked man inside her. A fear of pain perhaps, but outweighed by a sinful desire to want him in her. Want all of him.
Those fears were soothed however, when he returned to her. His kiss back on her lips. His breath touching her neck.
With deft hands, he rolled her hips up to meet him. His red angry erection, ignored for too long, stood ready to take her. He gave her one last look as he forced himself into her hot wetness. An opening he had toyed and teased to her near insanity, now to tight and wet for him.
His penetration was so strong, so full inside her, it pushed the very breath out of her lungs. She gasped as instinct tired to make her body escape from this intrusion on her. Arthur was on her then. His own instincts kicking in. Refusing to let his mate abandon their sacred ritual. He held her there, under him as he slowly, carefully, began his thrusting.
She was moaning and almost screaming because of him. Because of the primal, animal way all lovers are taken. Her body moved in time with his thrusting. Her breasts moving freely with each jolt. His lips had returned to her mouth and roamed to her nipples as she let him ravish her. Her hot sex was tight and wet around his member. Fitting him almost too tightly. In a way he never knew he like until he entered her.
"God, you feel good!" He managed to huff as an intense feeling began to rip though him. It was the feeling of her climaxing. Her sex pulsing and constricting him further. Almost causing him pain mixed with the sweet pleasure of her. She was like a uncontrolled rage under him now. Her arms flailing as he rode her. Hitting him, scratching him. Her screams and moans of intense lust and desire overpowering her.
He had to act. Take control. His body and hips rode her even harder as his arms held this wild animal down. Her screams as she came around him nearly caused his undoing. Her hot juices freeing themselves from her body as her orgasm finally released her and her breathing started to slow.
Sadistically, he would not allow her to rest now that her own pleasure was reached. He would have her. He would do as he liked now. He released her hands. They were now weak and spent from her exhausted climax and he pulled her hips onto his own. Like a man possessed by lustful wanting, he savagely fucked her. He watched with delight as she moaned helplessly under his thrusting. Watched her body, her breasts jump and bonce as his thrusting became harder and faster. She was helpless, beautiful and his.
He could feel himself coming. The power of his own completion ripping him apart. Breaking his body as the sound of her moans and screams of pleasure sent him over the edge. He came inside her. Filling her up quickly as his seed spilled itself into it's rightful place.
Their mating was complete. His claim over her body was total.
He felt suddenly exhausted as his body fell onto hers. She was still breathing hard as her eyes met his. Tears in were falling down her face. She felt his strong careful hands on her face, wiping her tears away. The intensity of their long awaited coupling was to much for her to bear. Her body was still electric and her sex still wanting. Moving with a rhythm he had started and was no long there.
"Are you alright?" he breathed looking concerned. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked. She had to smile.
"Of course not." She breathed. Her hips rocking gently into his side. The memory of their love making still with them.
He looked deeply into her face. As of memorizing it.
"I love you." he said. His voice sincere and resolute. She smiled. Knowing he meant it.
"I love you to." She said. "I don't ever want to be with out you." She whispered fearfully.
"You won't be." he promised. A casual and easy promise of a man in love. "I'll never leave you."
Sorry it took longer to post up. Had to do some more (cough) research.