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Ariadne stretched out in the bed, and smiled. Arthur was lying next to her, his eyes closed. Deep in sleep. On impulse, she began to run her hand down his chest, stopping abruptly of his most private area.
She blinked, amazed at her own audacity. The Point Man - imperious, slightly arrogant, and aloof - had become hers. She had blindfolded him, tied him, and brought him to a climax. She could not resist gently touching him, to reassure herself.
He didn't stir.
Putting her hand back besides herself, she closed her eyes. Her mind was racing. She allowed herself to fall into sleep, her mind curiously blank of dreams.
She awoke, and rolled over. To her surprise, the other side of the bed was empty.
She bit her lip. Arthur had gone. She ran her hand over the sheets, as if trying to detect a trace of him. She fell back onto the bed, worries suddenly crowding into her mind.
He had gone. Had he felt she had come on to strong to him, tried too hard to make him want her? Insecurities started to brim to the max, and she closed her eyes. Suddenly, she regretted it all.
The fantasies with the PASIV. The attempts to seduce him. She shook her head. She'd gone too far. Feeling dejected, and angry with herself, she sank back onto the bed.
Suddenly, she heard the front door bang.
Getting up, a tidal wave of relief washing over her, she headed for the kitchen. He was holding a cardboard holder, containing two large lattes, and a paper bag.
"Morning," he said, gently.
"Morning," she said, swallowed. She felt nervous. He had penetrated more than her body the previous night. She watched as he put the cups of coffee on the table, and proceeded to put croissants on a plate.
She blinked, and sat down. He sat opposite. The two ate in silence for a few minutes. Finally, she spoke.
"Arthur?"
"Yes?"
"About last night-"
"What about it?"
"It was-"
He reached across, covering his hand with hers. "It was wonderful," he said, sincerely.
She blushed scarlet. He picked up his croissant.
"Ariadne."
"Yes?"
"Would you be willing to-" he paused, his eyes flickering across her - "experiment?"
She blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." He was smiling. "Experiment more."
The Architect was thrown, slightly. "In reality?"
"Yes," he confirmed, nodding. He took another bite of croissant. Suddenly, she had a glimpse that her control over him was merely fleeting, and illusory.
But she had to have him.
"Yes," she confirmed, nodding.
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