Sean couldn't help but be flattered by Arianna's admission. They had both been working together for several years now, working closely. It had started as an odd working relationship, in that she had taken to him fairly quickly. Maybe she had known why kind of man he was. When he had admitted to her what his occupation was before becoming an assassin, working with orphans, she seemed to light up, drawing closer to him. He had embraced her, that needful desire to be protective again, to be useful again, more than welcome back into his life. Beaming, Sean's hand swatted Arianna's rump playfully before he leaned down, brushing his lips against her neck, over her jawline, and up to her lips. He purred softly to her as his hands caressed her thighs, "<b><i>The thoughts are mutual Arianna</i></b>."<br/><br/>He didn't wait for a reply either. Gently he manipulated her body, to which she didn't seem to mind at all. He started with one leg, lifting, and gently rolling her onto her back, straining to ensure he didn't slip out of her in the process. He paused once or twice, quivering at the sensation of her slick, snug depths squeezing and twisting on his shaft. Once on her back he leaned over her again, one arm sliding under her tight rump, the other sliding under her shoulders. His lips found hers again, and again, and once more before he swept her into his arms with a soft grunt.<br/><br/>For several long moments Sean just stood there with Arianna in his arms, turning small half circles, his lips locked passionately with hers, one hand eagerly clutching and kneading one of her tight butt cheeks, the others' fingers tickling with feather-like motions over her shoulder blades. Somehow his conscience found an opening in his euphoric state, warning him that things wouldn't be the same anymore, that his work would become much more difficult now. He knew this. Would he be able to restrain himself and allow her to even come in contact with the morbid fiends the two of them made income from slaying? Knowing the people they had slain, would he still allow her to live alone? Slowly, as he stood there with his lover in his arms, his trained alertness began to return to him. He subdued it, however. He was with her, and that was all that mattered. She was safe.<br/><br/>He growled playfully, deftly stepping out of his shoes, allowing his slacks to slip off of his feet. He began walking toward Arianna's room, almost blindly, for all he could see were her brilliant, piercing green eyes, which, honestly, were all he cared to see right now. Nudging the door open with his foot he carried her to her bed, leaning over to loom over her as his body pressed once more to hers. He gazed upon her beauty, lifting a hand to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers, locking her lips with his once more. Pulling back with a sigh he asked quietly, "<b><i>So, you hungry at all</i></b>?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>