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Suddenly their food arrived. They ate for the most part, in silence, but not awkwardly. It was another moment when they knew they didn't need words to express that they were happy or enjoying being with one another. Ariadne felt as ease, comfortable. Had she ever felt this way with a man? Once they were finished they got back into the limo. She expected him to take her back to her hotel but she found that they were driving the opposite direction.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"You'll see, it's a surprise," he smirked. As much as she wanted to she decided not to bug him about it. For some reason she figured that if she begged him to tell her he would receive amusement from it, and she just couldn't have that.

"Okay," was all she said, taking his hand in hers. She flipped it over so that his palm was facing upwards and began tracing the lines. Her fingertip just barely caressed his skin. He let out a content sigh, settling into his seat and closing his eyes. Without much thought she brought his hand to her face, pressing it's warmth against her cheek. She gently kissed each finger, moving her way up his arm and to his shoulder. She felt him moan softly when her lips moved to his neck. He felt as though she had made his skin come alive. No woman had ever had this effect on him. He wanted to pull her into a kiss, to wrap his arms around her, but he was afraid that if he moved he would break the spell she had placed on him. Her soft and gentle lips moved upward, tracing his jaw line. Although her mouth was hot her breath was cool and it felt nice against his heated skin.

"You're so perfect," she muttered as she kissed his forehead. By this point she didn't know what had happened to the sane rational Ariadne would normally be sitting politely with her hands folded on her lap. She honestly didn't care though. She liked the way his skin felt again her lips, she liked the way his body reacted to her touch. She kissed each eyelid, then his nose, then the corner of his mouth, and then, to his relief his lips.

They felt much like young teenagers experiencing their first love. Their kisses were innocent. It's not that they lacked the lust that burned through their veins, but rather the courage to act upon it. They wanted the simplicity of their physical relationship to last. Therefore, Robert kept his arms around her and his hands on her back, not allowing them to wander. As much as she burned for it, Araidne refused to press her body into his; instead she savored the sweet taste of his lips.

"Sir, miss, we are here," the driver interrupted, unfazed by the couple's interactions. They pulled back slowly, breathlessly.

"Thank you," Robert nodded, turning back to the beautiful woman sitting beside him. "Close your eyes," he told her. She raised an eyebrow. "Just do it," he urged sweetly. With a sigh she complied, plunging herself into darkness, relying on his kind and gentle hands to lead her.

Though she was now blind, she relied on her other senses to tell her where she was going. She had walked into a building, no doubt about that. No light reddened her view from behind her eyelids, suggesting that no lights had been switched on. Odd… She heard the familiar ding of an elevator and suddenly wished she could open her eyes. She hated elevators, they made her feel nauseous, not being able to see wasn't going to help. However, to her surprise, she managed to focus on the pressure of Robert's hand in hers instead.

Finally they reached whatever floor he had brought her to. It was warm, airy. She could smell the familiar scents of fresh air, car exhaust, food, and that musty odor that accompanies a hot night. She concluded that she had to be outside.

"You brought me to a balcony?" She guessed.

"Well, not exactly, open your eyes," he chuckled. It took a moment for her to register where she was. She was atop of a building, on a helicopter pad, she guessed.

"We're so high up," Ariadne felt ashamed as she clung to Robert. She wasn't afraid of heights, or at least, usually wasn't. This, however, was a different story.

"Don't worry I won't let you fall. If it's any comfort I have no plans of looking over the edge," he promised. She loosened her hold on his arm a bit, but still wouldn't allow him to leave her side.

"I actually had hoped you would like to just lie down with me, you know, relax," he shrugged, gesturing to the two sleeping bags and a lantern that had been placed directly in the center of rooftop. Coming from any other man she would assume this to be an attempt to get into her pants, or dress in this case. She knew, though, that he would make no move unless he knew she was okay with it. Most of the time it proved to be a good thing. At other times she wished he would lose control.

"You just want to lie here?" She asked nearly in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked before I brought you here, I just thought it would be nice. If you don't want to I can take you somewhere else, anywhere else," he looked upset.

"What? No, that's not what I meant. I guess I'm just not used to men wanting to enjoy such simple things. I would love to," She smiled. She rested herself atop one of the sleeping bags, allowing herself to relax. Robert removed his coat, leaving his partially unbuttoned white shirt which caught the light of the lantern, nearly making him glow. She watched in awe as his eyes lit up as well, the colour reminding her of ice. He settled down next to her, those gorgeous eyes fixed upon her face.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

"Yes," she giggled lightly, "Several time actually,"

"Doesn't seem like I can say it enough," his voice was tender and sweet and it made her heart ache.

"I've never met anyone like you," Ariandne gently brushed her fingers against his cheek.

"Was that a compliment?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Perhaps," she teased.

"Well would you like to elaborate?"

"It's just, well; everything about you is practically perfect. You're gorgeous, you're sweet, you're romantic, and you're such a gentleman all the time. Most men would take me to dinner, and then try to take me to bed. You, however, took me here, just to enjoy the night. It's such a simple thing, but so enjoyable too," she suddenly felt embarrassed by her rambling and shut her mouth quickly.

"It's because I care about you, a lot. I know we've only known each other for two days, but I feel like I've known you for so much longer,"

Ariadne leaned over and lowered her mouth to his. Their heart rates immediately raced from the contact. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him. He could feel her heat burning through the thin fabric between him and her. He blushed deep red as his body reacted. She could feel it, thankful that her gender allowed her own body's reactions to remain hidden. Sensing his embarrassment Ariande wanted to assure him that she took it all as a compliment. She kept her lips soft against his, not wanting to fuel the fire that burned throughout her body, and softly ran her fingers through his hair. She trailed her lips down his neck until they were at the hollow of his throat. His skin was soft and tasted wonderful. Her hands flickered to his chest, suddenly realizing just how muscular his body really was. As if to prove the point he flexed his arms, squeezing her comfortably closer. There was something about his strong arms being wrapped around her both affectionately and protectively that nearly brought tears to her eyes.

As you can see I still have not made up my mind. When I write a scene with her and Arthur I want her to be with him, the same goes for when I write a scene with Robert. As I've said before, I'm sure I'll decide eventually. Hope you enjoyed, please review!