Chapter Title: Eames and Ariadne Part I
Summary: A series of one/two shot(s) of snuggles between various and all pairings.
Ariadne can't sleep… where does she go? To Eames of course!
A/N: This is a poor excuse to get in some Arimes snuggles. There is no blatant relationship, so if you want you can choose to ignore it or you can run with it. It's just nonsensical fluff. They really need a fluff button in the genre section… no Goku, not a muffin button, a fluff button (DBZ Abridge reference joke… couldn't help myself). Seriously they do! This is for InceptionErection (don't you just love that name? XD) who enjoys Eames snuggles as much as I do. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:I own nada. Not Inception, Paranormal Activity, or DBZ Abridge… I wish I owned the first one though…
He was woken up by a clicking noise. Eames was by no means a heavy sleeper; years of life in the crime world take away the ability to sleep heavily- and ability to dream, if you're the job of entering them. He laid there still and listened for anything and everything. Footsteps slowly made their way from the door and slipped his hand out from other his pillow. Right when almost had it over gun on the bedside table; a soft and familiar voice startled him.
"Jesus fucking Christ," He yelled nearly falling off the edge of the bed.
"Are you okay?" the voice said franticly.
Eames caught his breath and rolled over to sit up. As he expected, there was a small figure standing at the foot of his bed, arms crossed, and giving him an apologetic look (from what he could see thanks to the lights from the street outside).
"I'm fine. Ariadne, what have I told you about sneaking up on me?" He sighed.
"I-I forgot, I'm sorry." She said softly.
"You know," he smirked, "it's not appropriate for young ladies to break into defenseless men's rooms in the middle of the night."
"Defenseless? Please, you about as defenseless as the Pentagon," she retorted and he could see the tension in her shoulders lessen slightly.
"I'm offended," Eames mocked back, "I'll have you know I broke into the Pentagon once."
"Sure you did."
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to get in the bed? I'd rather not have a Paranormal Activity moment. The part where the woman stands there all night was the eeriest part."
He smiled when she sighed and walked to the other side of the bed, flipped back the covers, and crawling in.
"What's your excuse this time?" He asked, scooting back down under the covers as well.
"I had a nightmare," she whispered and lowered her eyes bashfully.
"This is what? You're fifth one this week? You know darling, I'm starting to think you're lying and just don't want to admit you like sleeping with me." He added jokingly.
"Hmm…" she responded and rolled onto her side to face away from him.
He took that as an invitation and scooted over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling the back of her neck. The action made her giggle softly.
"You need to tell them you're having nightmares," he whispered, snaking his right leg around to rest across her ankles. "I'm sure Yusuf can give you something for it."
"I don't want drugs," she muttered and yawned.
"You can't keep sneaking in here, love." He paused and then added with a smirk "They might start to think we're shagging."
"How did you know that's what my nightmares were about?" She said seriously before giggling again.
"Oh hush," he wiggled a little bit and let his face rest against her hair. "I'm being quite serious, darling. You need something to make the nightmares go away."
He stroked his thumb along her forearm and wait for her to respond. He'd thought she'd fallen asleep when she whispered back.
"I already do." She paused again, "Good night, Eames."
He laid there and held her until she dosed off, falling asleep himself soon after with a small smile on his face.
AWWWW! Can you say it with me? Awwww! (Fifth... not five! Sorry for the mistake XD)