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Arthur looked at Ariadne, who was sitting on the bed. Her hair was shining in the dim lamplight. He swallowed, and turned his back to her, carefully considering and marshalling his thoughts.

"Lie back on the bed," he said, his tone gentle. She nodded, and complied. He looked down at himself, and then at her.

"Is there..." his voice trailed off. He was suddenly feeling nervous. What she wanted him to do - what he had seen, in her dreams - but now faced with reality, he was beginning to doubt his ability to control himself.

What if I hurt her? What if I damage her?

"Arthur?" Ariadne prompted, surprised at how quickly the Point Man had lapsed into silence. "Are you ok?"

"I need something to-" he stopped. "Tie you with."

"Oh," she said, looking slightly surprised. "I have some tights in that drawer. The second one to the left," she added as an afterthought.

Annoyed at how clumsy his hands had suddenly become, he fumbled with the delicate drawer handles, until he opened it. Seeing the neatly stacked underwear within was somewhat arousing. He laid his hands on top of the silky briefs, savouring their touch.

She wore these. Next to her skin. He swallowed, and rummaged, his hands eventually closing on a pair of light tan tights. As he pulled them out, he frowned - they seemed slightly too dark for her fair skin. The mark, he mused, of a woman who perhaps didn't want to be noticed.

"I have them," he said, turning round. "Put your hands about your head."

She complied, resting them against the headboard. He paused, the tights growing warm in his hand. Carefully, he wound them around her wrists, and pulled them tight. As he deftly wove the knot, he took a brief glance at her face.

"You ok?"

"I asked for this," she reminded him. He nodded, suddenly feeling slightly foolish.

"Ari, I-" he paused. "If its too tight, or it starts to hurt, you need to say."

She nodded. "I will."

He looked at her. "Ready?"

"Yes." Her voice was slightly husky, and he could no longer tell if it was due to fear, or excitement. He began to place himself back on the bed, his legs opening and straddling her. She swallowed, and his eyes began to trail up her body.

Leaning down, he gently kissed her stomach. The soft brush of his lips startled her, and she bucked, involuntarily. He brought his head up, and swallowed.

"Relax," he said, softly.

"Arthur?"

"Yes?"

"You don't have to be so gentle with me," she said, her tone almost chiding. "I asked you to do this - and you've seen my dreams-"

He blinked.

"You can - just do what you want, without asking my permission."

He tilted his head. "As long as you're sure."

"I am." Her voice was the most forceful he'd ever heard. "Just- tell me what you want."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "You're sure?"

"Yes," she said, her tone slightly exasperated. "I know you're a gentleman, but-"

"Be quiet." His voice was low, and stopped her.

She blinked.

"You said I should tell you what I want. What I want, is you to be quiet, and just relax. Understand?"

Ariadne nodded.

"Good."

Leaning over, he began sliding down her legs, reaching her underwear. As he tugged it off, he heard a soft sigh.

"Beautiful," he whispered. Without pausing to listen to a response, he leaned over, ready to caress her with his mouth.

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