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"Ariadne..." Arthur was slightly stunned. Standing in front of him was a woman wearing a tight black lace corsolette, complete with a black robe, loosely belted around her waist. He blinked, unable to reconcile his memory of the Architect with the young woman standing in front of him.

"Come on," she purred, her voice warm, and seductive. Entranced, Arthur began to walk towards her, and felt a pleasurable shock as her hands touched his.

Arthur smiled. "Where do you want to go?"

"Where do you think?"

Before he could even think of voicing a protest, they had fallen together onto the bed. His hands began to move up, trying to free her body of the belted robe, which was now becoming a barrier.

"Ari-" he paused, feeling slightly shocked. "This is...not like you-"

"Arthur." There was teasing note in her voice. "Are you being a stick in the mud?"

His colour flared at the suggestion. "No," he said, trying desperately to take his hands off her silk covered body, "but this really isn't like you. Normally, you're-"

"What?" A slightly sullen tone was creeping into her voice. "I'm what, Arthur?"

"Sweet." The word had left his mouth before he could stop it. "Normally, you're sweet, and not trying to be a seductress." He frowned. "Listen, this really isn't you."

Hurt, she sat bolt upright. "So, I'm not a seductress?" Her voice was cold. "You think that about the other women in your life, do you?"

What?" Arthur looked flummoxed, and confused. "Other women? Ariadne, I'm not an innocent. I have had lovers before..." he flushed, then realised she was looking at him with growing hurt. "But I'm not involved with other women now." He shook his head. "The only woman I've been involved with lately is you."

"Then who was that on the phone?" she demanded, her jealousy beginning to overcome her. "Tell me, Arthur!"

The Point Man shook his head, and took a step back. "You've been checking my phone?" his voice was tigt with disbelief. "Not very trusting, are you?"

"Who is she?"

"A client," Arthur said shortly. "A former client, who can't let things go." He watched as her face slowly started to lose its disbelieving expression. "A former client, who accuses me of being impotent in a way to manipulate me into sex." He glared at her. "And please tell me that's not what you're trying to do."

"I-" Ariadne stopped, slightly stunned. "Arthur-"

"Oh, please." Arthur's voice was scathing. "You hook yourself up to the Pasiv, having these dreams, in which I'm the fantasy. You go along with coming home with me, and then, suddenly, when you think there might be someone else, you dress up, only to try and seduce me?" He shook his head. "Its not going to work."

Suddenly, her hands were on his wrists. "Why not?" Her tone held a challenging note. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, Arthur. I just want you to..."

"What?" he said, almost harshly.

"To want me," she nearly whispered. "To want me, Arthur."

He raised his eyebrows, then leaned forward. "Ariadne. I wanted you without you having to resort to this." He reached out, and gently touched her face. "Trust me."

"Prove it," she challenged.

"I will." Leaning forward, their lips met in a kiss.

Ariadne smiled as she looked at the sleeping Arthur. He had proven he'd wanted her, in the wonderful moments of intimacy they had just shared.

She frowned. Whoever this woman was...she swallowed, and leaned down, her hand searching for the shiny metal box. Leaving the Point Man sleeping, she began to flick open the catches, her eye looking at the PASIV within.

She began to pull out the lead. With some subtle dreaming, he would be hers. Always.

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