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~ "This is much better." Arthur said as his hands slid under her shirt and cupped her breasts. Ariadne could not help but feel a rush of joy at the contact. Her skin became positively electric at his touch. Wanting more, always wanting more. His flesh on hers making her feel almost addicted to it. Like their communal touch was a drug she could not quit.

The new lovers had managed to obtain a privet cabin with a large bed well away from Cobb and the others. Arthur simply telling the Extractor he wasn't going to spend another night with the Forger's snoring and Ariadne not saying anything as her belongings vanished from the little cabin she had shared with Phillipa.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." He whispered in her ear as she felt his thumbs graze over her nipples. She giggled. A school girl giddiness flooding her. Making her smile and blush.

"How long?" She asked as her legs moved around his waist. Holding his body close to hers. Liking the feel of him. That nice hard muscle and pure masculine smell that was unlike any other.

He answered her by a passionate kiss. She couldn't stop her hips from bucking upward and meeting his hardening groin. It was like she was a puppet and he controlled her every move. A simple breath on her ears or neck made her absolutely ravenous for more of him.

"How... how... long?" She finally managed to get out as his hot, biting breath tore through her skin.

"Honestly? Right after you woke up in the work shop and yelled a Cobb. But, I didn't say anything because I knew it wouldn't be professional." He admitted.

A smile was tugging at his face as her hips rocked up to his growing hardness. She looked so helpless under him just now. A tragic victim of her own lust. As if her body was not being controlled by her brain anymore and her large, confused looking eyes were asking him to take pity on her.

He smiled wickedly at the idea. Oh, he would have no pity. None at all.

"Arthur?" She asked. Those maddening hips squirming slightly under him making him curse the barrier of clothing that kept his erection contained.

"Yes?" He asked. Feeling particularly indolent at that moment. Evening was fast in reaching them again, and they would have all night to spend together. He could afford the time she needed.
"You... we... we don't have to. Have babies I mean." She offered. Her face looking worried and almost scared.

He leaned back slightly as if bitten. He wasn't expecting that.
"What?" He asked not understanding.
"Well, I mean you really romanticized family life in the dream. In the real world... I mean babies get sick. They spit up on you. They get colicky and have accidents and break things. Then what if they were born with some kind of deformity-" She said in one long breath that never seemed to break free from her worry.

"Ariadne." He tried to interject. She went on as if she hadn't heard.

"I mean, what if we had a baby that would never be normal? One who had to have feeding tubes? I mean babies and all that, they were wonderful in your dreams. But it's not always like that." She said, a fearful look in her eyes.
"Ariadne." He said more severely. That same authoritative tone he used with the little girl in the dream he now used on the Architect.

Ariadne felt her eyes slid back to meet the Point Man's.

"Do you think I don't know all that?" He asked feeling almost insulted. "Do you think I didn't baby sit for Cobb and Mal? That I wasn't there for them since the day they were born? When Mal first passed away and Phillipa wouldn't eat for three days and James went back to wetting the bed. I was there for all of that. All of the ugly parts." Arthur said. "I was the one making trips stateside to check on the kids because Cobb couldn't."

Ariadne was somewhat taken aback. Arthur was so refined in everything he did. His dress and his manners, none of them were terribly child friendly. It was hard to think of him doing the dirty work of little ones. But of course he would have done it. Of course he would not have been afraid to get his hands dirty and do the hard work.

He sighed a long deep sigh.

"If we had children who were... not like everyone else, we can handle that. I promise you we can. I think the odds are in our favor though. Were both healthy and young." He said with a small laugh.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I just wanted to be sure that... it wasn't... a novelty for you." She said feeling ashamed.

His lips were on hers again. Reassuring and kind.
"Is it because I pulled out? When we were making love?" He asked. She felt her self looking away. A deep flush prickling her cheeks.
"I don't know." She said lamely.

"Yes you do." He said sternly. That same paternal voice coming out of him and making her feel like she was in trouble.
"I guess. I thought it might have been. I'm sorry." She offered lamely. He sighed.
"I know, that I'm ready for a family but I just don't think we are. Not yet anyway." He said his fingers leaving her skin and brushing free a stray tendril of hair from her face. She loved that gesture of his. The way his large, strong hand could be so gentle and delicate. Extracting and combing back her hair with such grace and ease.

"Soon, right?" She asked in a frightened whisper. Afraid he would deny her as punishment for her lack of faith.

He only smiled at her and kissed her again and again. His hips starting to rock comfortingly into hers.

~ END ~

Sorry it took so long to post up. I've been sick. Too sick and coughing up crud to write about sexy stuff. Don't worry, if you need your erotica fix you have ton of my other work to chose from. LOVE all the feedback I got for this story and I'm so glad people liked it.

I will post more A&A very soon. LOVE YO FACES!