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Ariadne swallowed as Arthur handed over his credit card to the waiter. He leaned back in his seat, and took a sip of wine. Ariadne played with her cutlery, her food forgotten.
"I'm disappointed you didn't eat more," Arthur commented.
"Why?" she shot back. "Because its expensive?"
"No." He shook his head. "Because you need to eat, that's why. Shame we're leaving - the death by chocolate mousse here is divine."
She raised an eyebrow. "Been here before?"
"Yes."
She looked down at her plate. Arthur's lack of information was disconcerting. She immediately wanted to know who else he had been there with, and why. But then she stopped herself. He had just - she blushed.
Arthur noticed the blush, and smirked. The smirk filled her with annoyance. He looked too smug, and seemed to be basking in the envious looks other women were throwing at their table.
The waiter approached. "Sir."
"Thank you." Arthur duly signed the credit slip, and left a cash tip. He began to get up, and the waiter looked at him. "Sir?"
"Yes?" Arthur said, politely.
"Was something wrong with the food?"
"No." Arthur smiled. "I just...felt like eating something else."
Ariadne went scarlet to the roots of her hair. Arthur smiled again, and pushed his chair in. As he began to walk to her, he offered her his hand. "Come on," he said, courteously.
Ariadne took it, and got up. As they began to leave, she blinked. She still could not comprehend what Arthur had done in the restaurant, but the fact he had - a delicious glow began to rise inside her. Suddenly, she knew exactly what she wanted.
"I'll hail a cab."
She nodded, recognising that he was in control, or at least, that's what he currently thought. As the cab pulled up, she decided to let him to continue to think this. As they got in, she realised he was holding her hand. A simple gesture of affection, she squeezed his fingers.
Carefully, he rubbed his thumb along the inside of her hand. He smiled at her. They lapsed into silence, waiting for the journey to reach an end.
Arthur spoke. "Could you take us to 135 Derillo, please."
Ariadne blinked. "Your place?"
"Yes."
She lapsed into silence again. After what had happened in the restaurant, her mind was whirling. As the cab pulled up outside Arthur's apartment block, she felt her heart begin to pound.
Arthur paid the driver, and began to climb out. She followed him, wondering what lay in store. As they walked into the apartment, and went to the elevator, he was still silent.
She cast a look at him. His face was thoughtful. As the lift stopped, and they exited, she noticed that he was walking ahead of her. As he opened the door to the apartment, she duitfully followed. Asking questions did not seem to be the right thing to do at this point. Better and easier to let him take control.
"Coffee?" he asked.
"Might keep me awake," she responded, flirtatiously.
He looked at her. "What makes you think I want to sleep?"
She blinked. This direct forcefulness was a surprise. She smiled. "Well, I thought we were going to bed..."
"Oh, did you?" Arthur walked towards her. "So, tell me. What do you want to do?"
She blinked. "Arthur..."
"I had my fun in the restaurant. I enjoyed myself." He was smiling wickedly. "Now its your turn. What do you want to do?"
Ariadne swallowed. An idea had formed in her mind, but she hesitated. "I-"
"Come on." He leaned over, kissing her cheek. "What is it?"
"I want to-" she swallowed. Then smiled, coquettishly.
"I think you've been a bad boy."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes, Arthur. And I have to punish you."
He looked at her, and nodded. Then, taking her hand, led her to the bedroom.
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