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~ He was back later that evening. He brought her dinner tray with him, and a surprise.

"Chocolate cake!" She exclaimed.
"Well, for the lady who braved the front and helped so many POWs how can I do less?" He said with a smile.

"I haven't had chocolate in at least a year!" She sang out feeling happy for the first time that day. "Can I eat it first?" She asked him.

"Well, I would tell you what you can and can't do, but we both know that wont work." He teased.

He helped her to sit up straighter. She winced at the pain that shot through her leg as the heavy cast was too much for her to move on her own.

"Those men you helped in the camp, all they do is ask about you." He said placing her cloth napkin over her chest so she wouldn't spill.

She shoved a fork full of cake in her mouth and her eyes fluttered as the taste hit her. Perhaps it was so long without, but it was the best cake she had ever eaten. She ate the rest very slowly, her brain magically satiated by the confection.

"They were worried?" She finally asked making sure not a crumb was left of her cake.

"Oh yes." He asked leaning back in his chair. "All I've heard in the past few days was how wonderful you are. How your an angel. Course, I could have told them that."

"Did you tell them I was taken?" She asked grazing over her dinner. She breathed in the heavenly smell of pork and mashed potatoes.

"Do you want to be?" He asked with a smile. She grinned at him and said no more as she finished eating.

"I've never been so hungry in my life." She said as she sopped up the last remnants of her meal with a roll.

"Well, you were asleep for a long time. Major Cobb came by to see you. I've been told he rode back with you to Paris." Arthur said in a dead tone.
"He was there when the Doctor was setting my leg." She told him. "I kept screaming at him." She said feeling embarrassed.

She looked at Arthur. Her Major was lost in his own thoughts.

"Do you still think? I mean that he's..." She didn't need to finish.

"I don't know." Arthur said. "Truthfully, after what happened to you, I haven't had much of a chance to think about anything."

"Arthur, I don't think a man who was there for me like that could be bad, do you? And why would the Nazis drop bombs on one of their own spies?" She asked.
"We both know they have done worse." Arthur said grimly.

~ The sun set and night reclaimed the sky, if only for a few hours. Ariadne and Arthur had talked late into the evening.
"The Doctor wants to ship you out next week to London." He told her.

"You'll be staying in Paris then?" She asked. He nodded.

She looked down at her hands. Her eyes blinking back her tears.

"So, I might not see you again." She said sadly.

"What did I say before I went to the front?" He asked growing angry. "I told you we won't lose each other." he said. His voice was so stern, so commanding, that she couldn't help but nod.

Arthur looked at his watch.
"It's almost midnight. I had better let you get some rest." He said standing up.

"No, Arthur." She said garbing his hand. Her arms still felt weak from her long sleep. "Please, don't go. Stay with me tonight."

Arthur looked from her, to the door. It was closed but there were no locks on any of the patient doors.

"Ariadne." He said in a soft groan.
"Just please, just stay a little while. Please?" She asked.

He looked longingly at her. She could tell he was weakening to the idea. That he wanted to stay.

"I need to get back. I have..." He looked over her body.
"Please, Arthur." She said knowing she was winning the war. "Just stay in the bed with me for a little while. Nothing will happen. I promise." She said trying to move her body to give him room.

He stayed rooted to the ground. His eyes darting to the door.

Finally, his hands moved to his dress jacket and he pulled it off him. He hung it neatly over his chair and stepped out of his shoes.

She lifted the covers for him to slid in next to her. Her bed was too small for the both of them, but he rested on his side next to her. A wonderful delight stole through her body as she reveled in the stolen time with him. His body, curled next to her, his lips kissing her cheek, then her chin before finding her lips.

"Ariadne." he breathed her name like he was saying a prayer. His hands not knowing where to rest on her broken, yet chaste body. She wanted his hands on her. Wanted his touch claiming her.

She rested her own small hands over his. Pulling them over her, pulling them under her night gown to touch her skin underneath.

The tortured sensation of foreign skin on her, lit her senses up. Arthur's hand was caressing her belly, as his arm was wrapped around her shoulders. Bringing her head closer to him.

He wanted to move his hand up. That much she was sure of. He wanted desperately to feel the softness of her breasts. To touch that forbidden fruit that was so easily within his grasp.

She placed her hand over his again. His gentlemanly response was to retreat from his fondling. Only her hands bravely guided him upward. His fingers touching the tender bud of her nipple. His war callused fingers felt rough and exciting on the delicate skin.

"Oh!" She moaned at the feel of it. Delighted that it felt so wonderful.

"Shh." Arthur hissed kissing her tenderly. "We have to be quite."

She realized she was breathing hard as her Major gently fondled her tender nipples. Her body reacting strongly to his touch. Little shivers of pleasure rocking her body as she gasped out.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." He said ducking his head under her night gown. She could felt his warm breath on her nipples then. His lips suckling her to a near frenzy.

"Oh, Arthur." She whispered. "Please." She begged as her soft cries seemed to egg him on. His hand found her neglected breast and his strong fingers teased and tormented her other nipple into a fine hard point. She found his hips swaying slightly as his mouth ravished her breasts.

She had never given much thought to her beasts proving her with so much pleasure before. Yet, in Arthur's hands, her breasts bloomed into a magical thing that made her back arch and lips part. Wanting to scream. Wanting to tell him to stop, and at the same time beg him never to stop.

"Arthur!" She panted helplessly as she could feel his hands wander down her body. Not daring yet to touch her between her legs. She wore no panties as she was still convalescing. His hand hovering dangerously close to her unopened woman.

"I love you." He breathed as he kissed her stomach.

"I love you to." She whispered back. She allowed her nightgown to rest high upon her chest. Baring her breasts to the night air.

"I want you for my wife." He said as his lips traveled up her body again.

She was nodding helplessly. She would promise him anything as long as he wouldn't stop his wonderful torture.

"Say yes." he commanded.
"Yes." She croaked. "Yes, I'll marry you."

She felt his hands roam over her sex. She moved her uninjured leg to grant him better access. His large hands covering her small gem easily as he tentatively ran a finger up the slit of her opening.

"Ouch!" She screamed as a sharp pain went off in her injured leg. The broken bone having had too much excitement for one day.

Arthur jumped back as if bitten. She sat up and smoothed her night gown over her naked body. Her gasping coming from pain now, not pleasure.

"My leg." She said feebly.

"I'm sorry." He said looking embarrassed as he pulled the covers over her. A man's attempt to help the situation.
"No, it's alright." She said as the throbbing pain eased up a bit. "Stupid leg." She said hating the bombs, hating the war, and hating the cast most of all.
"Do you need me to get the nurse?" He asked worriedly over her.
"No!" She said flushing a deep red. "No, please. They should do rounds in a while. You had better go." She said trying in vain to rub away the pain on her cast and failing miserably.

"Alright." he said. "But don't forget." he said shrugging on his jacket. Once more her composed officer.

"Forget what?" She asked not following.

He opened the door and turned to her.

"You did say 'Yes'." He said with a devilish smile before vanishing.