Their arms were full of bags and boxes as Ariadne and Robert made their way back to the hotel. It was late afternoon and the late day sun glared in their eyes as they retreated. Most of the bags were Ariadne's, but Robert bought a few pieces himself too.
At the hotel, they took the elevator to her room and dropped them all on the floor and table, cluttering the room.
"I haven't shopped like that in a long time!" Ariadne plopped herself onto her bed with a satisfied sigh.
"You're quite entertaining to shop with, you know. Little things excite you." Robert sat on the small sofa by the window.
Ariadne smiled. "What can I say? I'm easy to please." She giggled and fell back onto the bed.
She felt the television turn on and heard the generic sounds of some talk-show, and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Ariadne?" She felt a warm hand caress the side of her face. "Kitten, it is almost 7; we should eat."
Ariadne's eyes flickered open and saw Robert's face above hers, his eyes glowing in the dim lighting of the room. "Did I fall asleep?"
He helped her sit up, slowly. She rubbed her eyes and stretched.
"Yah, me too." He rubbed her back and checked his watch again. "We slept for almost 2 hours, if I'm correct."
"Oy. That's productive." She laughed.
"Well, our bodies have been working pretty hard." He winked.
" Shut up, Bertie." She jostled him, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a comforting hug.
"I had a great day today, Kitten." He kissed her forehead.
"Mmhmm, me too." She snuggled into his arms, and they sat there contently for a moment before a rumbling sound rudely interrupted their moment.
"That's my stomach." Robert looked towards his abdomen.
"Food sounds good." Ariadne fetched the room service menu and settled back down beside Robert.
"Fruit salad, with a chocolate martini... and a warmed baguette." Ariadne looked up at Robert.
"Mmm, sounds good. I'll get the Caesar salad with chicken parmesan and a bottle of Spice Rum."
Robert promptly called in the order and they made casual small talk until the bus-boy knocked at their door.
"So you seriously hated A Knight's Tale?" Ariadne was curled at the head of her bed, her legs rolled beneath her. She chewed a strawberry as she awaited his response.
"No, it was cheesy and lame and the dancing was terrible." He laughed at her facial expression and took another bite of his chicken.
"But that's what made it so awesome!" She leaned her head back as she exclaimed." Ouch!" Her head smacked the wooden ridge at the top of the board. "Damnit!" She rubbed the back of her skull, the numbing pain pulsing over her scalp.
"Oh shit, Ariadne, are you okay?" Robert's eyes looked alarmed, and his body tensed.
"Yah, I'm fine... God Damnit." She rubbed her head again and closed her eyes. "Sorry, where were we?"
"Never mind, Hun." Robert shook his head, smiling as he continued his meal.
Ariadne finished and leapt to her feet. "Oh, dizzy. Room. Spinning. Oh." She stopped and held her forehead, with her other arm out to steady herself and closed her eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Robert looked concerned again.
"Yah, just got up to fast is all." She smiled as she re-opened her eyes and shuffled over to her suitcase. She pulled out small sleeping shorts and a bright green tank-top. Without thinking, she let her shorts fall to the floor. Her underwear and top came off next.
Robert glanced back and coughed on the food in his mouth, choking slightly. The sight of her almost naked body made his heart race, and his blood pulse.
She smiled, though he couldn't see it, as she listened to his breathing regulate.
moment's later, she had on her clothes and was searching through the day's purchases.
"Ah ha!" She jumped up, a red book in her hand. She spun around on the balls of her feet and leapt over to the bed. She felt like a child: content and happy and peaceful, not having anything stressful to worry about or any problems at the moment.
She crawled beneath the covers and sat against the headboard, curling her knees to her chest and tucking the covers around her. She let out a shallow sigh as she settled in with her copy of Wuthering Heights, and began to read.
Robert ate in casual silence and watched her read; watched as her eyes danced over the page, and imagined what she was picturing. He himself had studied the book in university, but he wasn't one to be suckered in by a tragic love story.
When he'd finished, he placed the trays and plates on the trolley and grabbed Ariadne's martini glass. "Here, Kitten." He handed it to her, and her eyes barely left the pages in front of her. She mumbled her thanks as she sipped her chocolate martini, thoroughly engrossed in her novel. Her legs straightened out on the bed and were spread comfortably, the book being her main focus.
Robert stepped silently over to the trolley and poured himself some rum, swirled it in his glass some and took a sip. The taste washed over his mouth delightfully and he took a deep breath in, the glass close to his nose. The husky smell warmed his palate, and comforted him.
He took a seat beside Ariadne on the bed, and drank his liquor in silence.
Her pages flipped in several minute intervals and the more she read, the more focused and isolated Ariadne seemed to be.
After an hour of sitting in silence and filling and refilling his glass, Robert was significantly tipsy and bored.
Ariadne had finished her martini and had begun to drink the spiced rum, letting it burn her throat, but not distract her from the book.
"Kitten...?" Robert whispered. "Kitty-Kitty..." He leaned over and kissed her neck, giving her chills and nibbling her ear.
"Robert! No." She pushed him away, playfully, her eyes glued to the book.
"But Ariadne, I just can't help myself." He began to kiss her shoulder and nuzzle into her hair.
"Robert Fisher Junior! I am trying to read a book here!" She looked over at him, her eyes scolding him more then her tone, though still playfully strict.
"Fine! Fine." He raised his hands in surrender and sat up straight.
She fluffed her hair and went back to reading.
Slowly, his hands crept under the blankets. They stealthily made their way to the waist band of her shorts, and she squirmed at his touch.
"Robert. Fisher. If you don't let me read this book... I swear... I'll-" Her threat was stopped short as his hand found it's spot directly between her thighs.
"You'll what?" Robert raised his eyebrow teasingly as his fingers found their way up the leg-hole and his hand gently caressed her sensitive area.
"I...I..." She closed the book and tossed it to her bedside, slowly melting into his touch. She went from a sitting up position to lying down on her back, flat, with Robert's hand warming her.
"I don't think you'll do anything at all." He crawled beneath the covers and pulled off her shorts, leaving her bare and exposed.
"I...uhh, I..." Ariadne couldn't find the words to rebuttal him, because as she tried to speak she felt the warmth of Robert's breath on her lady parts.
Robert's lips pressed against her skin from her hip bone and down her thigh. He breathed on her supple skin, sending chills through her body.
He moved to the other thigh as licked around until he decided he'd found a good place to suck. He suctioned himself to the skin and sucked until he left a successful hickey.
"Robert." Ariadne only said one thing as Robert moved next.
His lips grazed over her skin until they reached they're destination, the fleshy mound that was her key to pleasure.
With a gasp, she felt his tongue flick around until he found her clit, where he remained and tongued until she was shaking with relief.
When he emerged from beneath the covers, Ariadne lay panting on the bed, her limbs limp and overwhelmed.
He crawled over her and brushed his nose down her neck, kissing along her collarbone and shoulder.
He favoured the curve of her neck, where he left another dark hickey, along with bite marks.
As he kissed how her breasts, Ariadne's hands became active and where tugging at his waistband, until he stopped what he was doing to get them off himself.
Robert took this as an invitation and began to spread her legs apart, ready for her, when Ariadne surprised him
With all her weight, she switched their position and ended up lying with her body on top of his.
Her soft skin slid against his body as she shimmied down and her delicate hands trailed smoothly behind her, disappearing beneath the covers.
Her body made a large bump down at the end of the bed, and as she sat up, the covers fell from her shoulders.
She sat back on her heels and looked down at his erection. It was stiff and completely ready for her.
She crouched over and without letting her eyes break contact with his, she took him into her mouth.
His eyes clenched shut as she began to use her hands and mouth to work Robert to the brink of desire.
He let out a exalted cry and arched his back as he finished, and Ariadne pulled away, coughing.
"I'm a little DEHYDRATED." She said as she walked over to the mini-fridge and chugged one of the water bottles that was cooling there." Phew."
On the bed, Robert had regained his bearings, and propped himself on the pillows, opening his arms to her, beckoning for her to join him.
She frolicked over and leapt into his arms, letting him surround her.
"Oh hey there." She rubbed her nose against his and they both smiled giddily.
"I think we should sleep now." Robert suggested.
"Mmhmm." Ariadne nodded in enthusiastic agreement.
She revolved her body so that his front was pressed to her back.
He was still hard beneath her, but the feeling was soothing.
"Goodnight Bertie." She sighed and let all her muscles relax.
He wrapped his arms around her and their spooning position was immaculate. "Goodnight Kitten."
