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"Please..."
"Please, what?"
"Please Arthur, get off me!" She was struggling, pushing against him with her arms. He shifted, holding her down further. She tried to kick, and he pressed her down.
"Stop that!" he commanded, his tone furious. "You know why I'm here, you know what I'm here for! What is your problem, what is wrong with you?!"
She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. "Don't do this. Don't." He pulled one of her arms up, and leaning down, began to kiss her face. She turned her head away, ensuring that the kiss fell awkwardly onto her neck. He scowled, and tried to press his lips to her, ignoring her writhing.
"Come on, I'm entitled." His tone was almost bewildered. "I'm entitled to this! Its all you're good for, you know it!"
"No!" She reached up, and hit out at him with one hand, scratching his cheek. He lifted his hand to his face, feeling a trickle of blood. "You-" He began to curl, ready to spring. She had moved, taking advantage of his shock to push him, and roll herself off the bed. Getting up, she began to hurry out the door, heading for the door, grabbing her bag off the dresser. Her face was streaked with tears, and as he began to move, he heard the echoing slam of a door. Shaking his head, he got up, and walked to the mirror. He frowned, and gasped - a livid scratch was present on his face, trailing from his cheekbone. Furious, he rubbed at it, feeling the wounded flesh sting.
"Bitch," he snarled, and headed into the bathroom. As he splashed his face, he frowned. He could still go out - but did not want to have to explain his marked face. Frowning, he walked back into the bedroom, practically ripping off his shirt as he did so.
"This is good," Ariadne said, appreciatively. The food had arrived, and she had noticed that Cobb had chosen carefully - lemon chicken, moo shu pork, spiced noodles and rice were sitting in cartons, along with vegetables. She reached across for a plate that he had brought from the kitchen, and began to serve herself. After waiting, Cobb began to put vegetable and meat onto his plate, and smiled at her, kindly.
"You need to eat," he observed. She flushed slightly - she had lost weight over the last couple of weeks, a side effect of worrying about Arthur. She blushed and begin to wind noodles around her fork, preparing to eat them. Cobb turned away, focusing on trying to balance rice and chicken on his fork.
For a few minutes, they ate in companiable silence. Ariadne seemed to be aware of his presence, and was eating as carefully as she could. He turned, and smiled, and blinked. "Ummm, you've got some sesame sauce on your chin," he said, trying to be tactful.
"Oh?" Ariadne looked at him, and blushed. "Well, I can't see it."
As her face reddened slightly, Cobb put his plate down. Gallantly, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and catching her chin in his hand, began to dab at it. She smiled, almost giggling. "Thank you."
"My pleasure."
They turned back to their food, and then Ariadne snuck a glance at him. His gentlemanly behaviour had made her realise how much she had been attracted to Arthur - the old Arthur. Swallowing, she quickly put another forkful of food in her mouth.
"Cobb?"
"Yes?"
"Do you ever..." she began putting down her plate. But as she realised he was reaching out for her, she dismissed the remainder of her sentence, and fell into his arms.
Arthur turned over in bed, feeling the sheets rustle against his skin. Sighing, he burrowed his face in the pillow. Closing his eyes, he began to drift into a restless, unsettled sleep.
Suddenly, he heard a loud banging on the door. "All right!" he shouted. Getting up, he reached for his robe. Pulling it on his shoulders, he wrenched open the front door. "Yes?"
He peered at the two men standing on the doorstep. "Good evening," one said, almost courteously. "Arthur Ogilvie?"
"Yes?"
"Police." A small black wallet was held up, brandishing a badge. "We are arresting you for the attempted sexual assault upon a young woman. You do not have to say anything, but it might-"
"What?" Arthur, shocked, blinked as he was handcuffed. Before he could protest, he was walked out of his apartment.
"I have some wine in the refrigerator." Cobb leaned back, gently tracing his finger down Ariadne's face. "One moment."
As he walked into the kitchen, he found it hard to suppress the smirk on his face. Suddenly, he heard a vibrating noise. Frowning, he turned to his pocket, and pulled out his phone. Arthur's caller ID was flashing. Shrugging, he clicked it off, switched the phone off, and reached for the wine.
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