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Ariadne shivered slightly as Arthur kissed her neck. The touch of his lips on her skin made it tingle. She swallowed, and stretched.

"Hey," he whispered, as he began to trace a line down he shoulders. She let them dance down her skin, coming to the top of her shirt.

"May I?"

The question hit her with a jolt. She'd dreamed of this - but she'd been unprepared for how she'd actually feel. Here he was, the man she'd dreamed about, fantasised about, trying to shed her of her clothes. A feeling of longing emboldened her.

"Go ahead," she whispered, then pulled back. Had that been too blunt, too much of an order? It did not stop him. He began to gently tug on her shirt, eventually lifting it up, pulling it back over her head. As the cool air hit her skin, she felt a small shiver dance across her body.

"Arthur," she whispered. His fingers were gently dancing along the top of her lace bra. She felt a sudden pleasurable shock at what he was doing. She raised her hands up, and began to tug at his vest. As she started to unbutton, she felt him relax.

"Am I going too fast?" she whispered.

"I only want to go where you're going," he responded. Leaning down, he began to gently nip at her ear. "Continue. Please."

She nodded, and began to slide the well cut material off his torso. He ran his hands down her sides, and then bendin down, kissed her stomach.

She blinked. As he began to work his way back up, she felt herself grow in confidence. With a recklessness, she began to unbutton his shirt. As the crisp material submitted to her deft movements, he was concentrating on her own torso.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, and as he looked at her, her face coloured slightly. Hearing it in reality meant more to her than she'd ever dreamed.

"You are-" she stopped, suddenly feeling slightly childish. He blinked, and paused.

"What?"

"You are the first man who ever said that to me."

He looked taken aback. "I'm sure that's not the case." With a deft stroke, he began to gently move his fingers over her face.

"No, it is," she insisted. "You're the first man I've ever-" she lapsed into silence.

"Am I your-" he looked taken aback, and she shook her head, quick to dispell him of that notion.

"No, but the first in-" she swallowed, suddenly feeling embarrassed - "a long time."

Arthur nodded. "Well, I wasn't looking for anyone, either."

She smiled. "Well."

He was looking at her waist, and, then down at her jeans. "Ari...may I?"

She nodded. "Please."

He began to unbutton them. With a final push, she removed his shirt. His torso, lean and muscled, hovered over hers. She swallowed as he tugged, and removed her jeans. They hit the floor, and she allowed him to straddle her.

"Well," he whispered, bending over and kissing her on the lips, "its a little cold."

She smiled, and nodded.

"Shall we go to bed?"

He ran his finger down her jawline. "Sure?"

She nodded. "I'm sure."

As the crisp sheets greeted their near naked bodies, Ariadne experienced a flush of vicarious pleasure. The man she'd only had in dreams was now besides her. She turned to him, smiling, a sudden wicked glint lighting her eyes.

"Arthur?"

"Yes?" he was kissing her neck again, moving over her.

"You said we do whatever I wanted."

"Yes."

"Shall I tell you what is it?"

He paused, and looked at her. "Yes," he said, finally. "Please."

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