[Arthur muffles a soft groan of approval against her lips as he feels her hands over his skin, warm and familiar and comforting. He's at a disadvantage with one hand, and he can't touch as much as he likes with just the one, but he makes up for it by trailing his mouth over her jaw and throat, sucking a little mark at her collarbone, even as he glides his hand over her stomach and between her legs.]
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