5.

She felt asleep then. Her lover's hands cradling his birthday present greedily as his arms were around her body. She felt thoroughly exhausted. Worn out by their frantic activity.

She fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep and awoke to a pressing hunger for him. Later, she would blame it on her hyper sex drive. A result of the hair removal that made everything so much more excited.

Her hand went to her folds and sighed as a warm wetness was already there. It felt so good to rub herself and yet, she still wanted more.

Arthur was sleeping peacefully. She knew from experience he could be aroused even in his sleep. His member was spent but could easily respond to her. He had proven many times he could perform more then once in a single night.

Her fingers were caressing him as he slept on. Barely stirring. His breathing was relaxed and even. Her hands moving over his stilled shaft as she easily brought it to standing.

Arthur's breathing was less relaxed, less even now. He was moaning slightly as she worked him. Her efforts rewarded by his swollen erection she had elicited without his consent. Her hand all the time working over herself, as she readied him.

Arthur was half awake as she carefully straddled him. It was almost like perversion, in having him. She was wet and eager for his penetration as she slid him into her soaking passage. Arthur came awake then. Confused and helpless under her. A position he wasn't used to.

"Ari-" he breathed. Trying to make sense of what she had done to his body. Looking up in bewilderment as her riding him.

"I'm sorry." She breathed. Leaning down to kiss him as she rocked up and down on him. His erection growing stronger under her abuse.
"What?" He asked confused as she used him. Being a man, he was soon lost to her. He gave into her needs willingly as she took what she wanted.

His hands went to her naked parts. Forcing her to become excited. Making her body spasm and jump from the contact. A malicious gleam in his eye and she squirmed over him, refusing to stop her ride.

Awake now, Arthur sat up to meet her. Grinding his own hips onto hers. Sucking on her breasts as she leaned back to allow him to take what he wanted from her body.

Arthur took all he wanted. He knew just how to force her to climax now. The area cleared away for him. Making her anatomy easy to find and manipulate.

Ariadne barely remembered Arthur's own climax afterword.

~ Sometime later that night, she felt him on her. She was exhausted and her exposure responded eagerly to his touch despite it being sore.

"Arthur." She said, her throat dry and tired. "Please, no more."

She felt a warm wet cloth cleaning her between her legs. His gentle washing.

"It's alright." He whispered. "I'm just taking care of you." He said.

She felt a dry cloth on her sex then. Carefully drying her. Taking away all the moisture. She winced slightly as she realized her skin was red and raw.

"I don't want you chafing." He said softly.

She felt a cool soothing balm spread over her inner thighs and folds. The Point Man was smoothing some type of lotion on her.

"I got you some water." He said. She looked over at her night stand. The waning candle light was just enough illumination to reveal a bottle of water.

"Drink it." He ordered. "Your dehydrated."

"I am?" She questioned. She heard him chuckle softly as he covered her back under the blankets.

"Trust me, your dehydrated." He said.

~ She woke up to sunlight. It was early morning and the power was still out. She vaguely remembered the storm from last night as the candles lay gutted on her wall sconces and tables. They had burned themselves out along with the lovers.

She managed to crawl out of the empty bed and almost cried out at the soreness. She had gotten used to the feeling but coupled with the general numbness on her naked flesh was a new sensation. She remembered Arthur putting the balm on her late that night. Recalled their furious activity.

She hastily grabbed a robe off her closet door and covered herself. She listened to the silence of her apartment and realized Arthur was not home. She wondered where he had gone off to. He normally never left her alone without telling her where he was going.

~ She decided she needed a bath. As she sank into the warm scented water, she was surprised to fined herself not so sensitive anymore. The water was soothing, not exciting. Perhaps, with Arthur's help, she had grown used to her new body parts. She rubbed herself under the guise of cleaning and found herself excited.

'Not totally burned out.' She thought with a smile.

She finally heard her lover return home. She took her time about coming out of the bath and he had to come into their bathroom to retrieve her.

"Come in." She called lazily when she heard a knock. He entered her sanctuary as gave her a pleasant smile.

"Glad to see your up." He said "Are you alright?" He asked. Worried.

"I'm fine." She said with a giggle and blushed deeply. He leaned over the bathtub and kissed her.

"Ready to get out? I have breakfast waiting." He said. Tempting her.

"You cooked?" She asked with a smile.

"Well, the bakery down the street did." He said with a laugh.

She stood up out of the water and allowed him to wrap a towel around her. Arthur took it upon himself to dry her off. Taking the time to carefully dry her between her legs and re-apply a soothing cream on her. She smiled appreciatively at her as he stood back up.

"Thank you." She said kissing him sweetly.
"My pleasure." He smiled.

~ Arthur had gotten her flowers. A variety of beautiful roses. In different colors. They ate a light breakfast as she admired them.

"I got you something else." He said taking a flat box from the breast pocket of his suit.

"You were busy this morning." She teased as she took the finely wrapped gift box from him with a shy smile.

"I got an early start." He said. She was thoughtful in unwrapping her present. Not wanting to destroy the pretty wrapping. Inside, was a plain little box, inside that, nested in shredded paper...

She looked at it for a long time.

"I hope you like it." He said softly. "I hate modern jewelry. I had this custom made a while ago. A small silversmith and artist did it."

"Arthur..." She breathed. It was a highly polished silver bangle bracelet. Simple and thin. It's weight deceptively heavy and strong despite it's delicate appearance.
"Arthur, I..." She said looking at the way the sunlight shone off it.

"It's engraved, on the inside." He offered, looking at her worriedly.
"I love it." She breathed with a wide smile. "When did you get this?" She asked.

He shrugged.

"Today." He said easily. "He just finished it. The gentleman who made it really took his time." He explained.

"When did you get this commissioned?" She asked. Knowing he was dodging the real question.

He looked uncomfortable.
"After the Fischer, Inception. When I came back to France." He explained. Looking slightly embarrassed. "Before, I met you again. Back when you were still made at me." He said with a small laugh.

She never took her eyes off him as he looked uncomfortable.

"I've always known, Ariadne. Always." He said softly.

She was sitting in his lap then, as she was kissing him. The beautiful silver bangle lay on the table quite forgotten for the moment.

On it's thin inside was engraved. It's fine cursive writing reading: Je rêve toujours de vous.*

~ End ~

* "I always dream of you."

I hope you enjoyed this story. I am not willing to say if this is based on any actual experience or not. But needless to say, I am tireless when it comes to my... Um... research.

Thanks so much for reading.