Paris in Springtime

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((Rp for dreamsofmazes for Iris verse))

They had been back in Paris for two weeks. Despite returning with her, Arthur had given her space. Assuring the warehouse was clean, he released the rental and then set about finding his own place. Settling in, he made himself do what might have made him nervous otherwise. Furniture, his clothes shipped in, even plants in the kitchen and bathroom, offering a hint of hominess to it all.

Only after it was all done did he send the invitation to Ariadne, inviting her over for dinner. Preparing, he set the table, ordered the food and then moved it all to pots and pans to make the pretense that he might know how to cook more than the handful of meals he tended to make for himself the few times he had kitchens in his hotel rooms.

Dressed careful, button down shirt, tucked in but sleeves rolled and collar unbuttoned, slacks and loafers. Lighting the candles on the table, going all out, including pastries waiting for dessert.

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Her eyes closing briefly at the touch, finding how oddly calming that little action, could truly be to her. Even if her insides wanted to jump around at his words. She was happy, contently happy. And it was evident on her face. "Yes I know its a good thing. Makes things more a challenge for some. But I like it." She said as her eye focused up on him.

"But yes," She sighed, nose wriggling as she traced her hand along the outside of the shower again. "I suppose we could eat, your fake cooking attempt."

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"I've never been one to back down from a challenge. You have to know that," he murmured softly, taking a breath. Then he took his chance.

Both hands catching her face, leaning in and kissing her. Sudden, needful and yet not hard, no roughness to it as if she were as precious as he found her.

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It was in that instant, she realized, just how much of an impact his touch had on her. Causing her heart to skip a beat, stomach to flip, and head spin. Pretty much whatever those cheesy movies (Which she would never admit she watched.) said would happen, when someone kissed you the way he did. And it was all she could think about. How much she wanted it, and didn't want to stop.


Murmuring something undistinguished, in a form of an agreement into his lips. She traced her hands up along the small of his back, to the bottom on his shoulder blades. Letting her lips linger on his, pressing one last soft kiss to them. Before she hesitantly pulled away, giving him a soft smile.


"Took you long enough."

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It wasn't where he would have planned it, not standing in the bathroom. Not even one like his. He just hadn't been able to stop himself, wanting that moment with her, to touch and hold and finally kiss her like he'd wanted to since the Fischer job. Since even before then.

"Well... I was trying to be a gentleman," he said with a laugh. "Forgive me?"

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She laughed at that, sending a playful smile his way. "Debatable." She teased, only to lean up an place yet another kiss on his lips. One more light and calm, and a filled with content happiness.

"It will take a lot of convincing to forgive you. We'll see how it goes."

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"I had planned on it happening out there, by the view, not in the bathroom," he pointed out with a soft laugh, his fingers twining with hers. "I am sorry for that."

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She hummed slightly, pleased at the idea of that. "Really?" She started, her fingers brushing against his knuckles, as she pulled him back out towards the window.

"Can you really, honestly, plan for that sort of thing?" Her eyes glancing up towards him with a curious smile. "Because if you can. I would love to see what you planned."

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"I actually had," he admitted. "A little wine, talking and then maybe out by the window, looking at the view. Not the bathroom," he teased.