Here is my Christmas present to everyone. In exactly thirty minutes it will be Christmas, yay! I'm as excited as a five year old. In advanced, I apologize for any typos. I proofread it but every time I go back and read it, I find more of them so I'm going to have to read it really carefully when I get around to it.
Written for the prompt: Arthur seduces Ariadne with his darker side.
Warning: oneshots may be extremely short or extremely long. Some will be rated Mature for a reason, others not so much.
Disclaimer is on my page.
That skirt was way too short. So short that Arthur's fingers itched to hike it up and find the lacy panties underneath, if she was wearing any.
Ariadne's eyes flickered up to him in alarm as he tried to hide his coughs, the mental image making him harden so fast that he stood from his seat with a jerk and left the room before Ariadne could ask him if he was okay or notice his other, more serious problem.
Of course he was okay. It's not like he wanted to bend her over the desk and fuck her continuously until his legs gave out from exhaustion or anything.
Another breath lodged itself in his throat, making him choke. This was really getting out of hand. He needed to focus on things other than the curved arch of her neck and the smooth skin of her legs, legs that he desperately wanted to wrap around his waist as his cock disappeared into her over and over again.
Shaking his head, Arthur rudely told himself to shut the fuck up and headed for the bathroom, deciding that some cold water to the face and some breathing techniques would help calm him down.
He just hoped it would help him before he lost his sanity.
Glancing down at the bulge in his pants, Arthur swore under his breath and decided that breathing techniques weren't going to do a damn thing.
The sounds of a zipper being pulled down filled the small space of the bathroom. With clenched teeth and closed eyes, Arthur wrapped his hand around his cock and broke his number one rule: don't think about Ariadne.
Ariadne wished she could read minds or, more specifically, Arthur's.
Lately he'd been acting weird, something that was so unlike Arthur that it had caught her attention and worry immediately. He was restless, standing up abruptly and leaving the room for long periods at a time before coming back and acting as though everything was fine.
Today was no different. In fact, he was more fidgety than she'd ever seen him. She wanted to blame it all on stress but knew it had to be something else. Arthur didn't get pressured by stress, not when they were three levels into a dream and he had to figure out how to make them wake up when there was no gravity.
She admired him for that. Actually, she admired him for a lot of things.
But right when she was going to ask him if everything was alright, he'd run out of the room, again, causing her eyebrows to crease in worry.
Standing, Ariadne stretched slowly, trying to tell herself that her muscles were sore rather than admit that she was stalling, afraid at how Arthur would react if she asked him something personal.
But they were friends. The word made Ariadne's heart clench in disappointment. She desperately wanted to be more than just friends. Hell, she'd take friends with benefits if it brought them closer together.
The thought made Ariadne blush and she glanced over her shoulder at the door, hoping no one would sense where her mind was going. It was too early in the morning. The dirty, arousing thoughts only came later in the day when she was alone and bothered by how restless Arthur's presence made her.
The way Arthur moved, his slicked back hair and crisp, sharp suits gave him an air of sophistication, but Ariadne could sense the underlying dangerous, dark attitude that showed itself more often when he was holding a gun and fighting bad guys than anywhere else. The dedication and control he had for his job made Ariadne yearn to feel the same thing and dammit, she wanted to be controlled by those long, lean fingers of his.
The idea made Ariadne's toes curl as her stomach fluttered.
She wanted to feel his body pinning hers to the wall by their hips, his hands pulling at her hair, his mouth biting and licking and mapping every inch of her body. Her collarbone, her stomach, between her legs.
Rolling her eyes at how cliché the thought was (really, between her legs, where else would he go), Ariadne forced herself to calm down and left the room. Focusing her thoughts on her worry for Arthur as a friend (her heartstrings constricted tightly, stop that), Ariadne tried to guess at where he was.
It didn't take long for Ariadne to arrive at the bathroom. She shifted from foot to foot, wondering if this was a good idea. What if he got angry at her for being too nosy?
Pushing the thought into the back of her mind, Ariadne knocked softly on the door, short little taps that she half hoped he would hear and half hoped he wouldn't hear. Her heart beat painfully in her throat. Why was she so nervous?
There was shuffling around on the other side of the door. Ariadne wasn't sure how long it was before the door opened a crack and she found herself unable to look up from the floor.
The door opened further and just as Ariadne was about to look up and confront Arthur, his hand was around her upper arm and yanking her into the bathroom. A startled sound came out of her mouth. Her hands clutched at the dress shirt over his biceps as her back hit the wall, the tiles digging into her shoulder blades and snagging on her shirt.
"Shh," he demanded in a rough voice, cutting her off with a finger to her lips. "You shouldn't be here."
"Why?" Ariadne managed to mumble around his finger, her eyes widening as his brown eyes darkened dangerously. She felt his finger dip between her parted lips slightly, her moist breath washing over his skin and down his wrist.
His head tilted down as his eyes clenched shut, his eyebrows creased so much that they seemed to be connected before his face smoothed out, his lips turning down in a frown.
"Arthur?" Ariadne whispered, lifting a hand to swat his finger out of the way. "Arthur!"
Arthur's hands slid down her body eagerly, grabbing her knees and hoisting her up, his hips pinning her to the wall. Without blinking, he stared at her as he rocked against her with a sharp thrust, his hands sliding up in a heated trail to shove her skirt up around her hips.
"This is why," he ground out in a voice that sounded tortured. "Around you I…" his jaw clenched tightly, his face darkening in conflict.
With quickly glazing eyes, Ariadne tried to focus and keep her hands from clutching him closer. It didn't work for long as her hands buried themselves in his hair. She felt his fingers wrap around her left wrist, pinning it firmly to the wall as his hips snapped against hers, the feeling vibrating throughout her and a fire settling in her lower stomach. His lips burned a trail across her jaw, his teeth nipping at the skin under her ear as he panted in it, his cheek brushing hers with each thrust.
"Please," Ariadne murmured as her head fell back against the wall. She tried to make sense of what she'd said, of whether she was asking him to stop or keep going, but her muddled mind was too far gone.
Arthur's hands moved across her body, one sliding up her shirt to shove her bra up and circle her nipple with his finger and the other finding the moist skin between her legs, stroking circles around her clit with increasing pressure.
The lights of the bathroom blinded Ariadne's wide eyes for a moment as a delicious feeling surged through her, from between her legs to her throat and forcing a cry out of her. She never wanted this to end, ever, when her body felt so warm as though her bones had melted.
The floor touched her feet as she was lowered, surprise making her knees buckle as she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor.
Arthur loomed over her, his face twisted in self-restraint as his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
With parted lips, Ariadne tried to speak, to tell Arthur that she'd been waiting for this since the first time she'd met him, but he opened the door and fled before she could utter her heart's deepest, darkest secret.
The back of her head hit the wall as she stared at the ceiling, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself. Her eyes fluttered closed and she forced the tears back, clenching her teeth when a single tear slipped down her cheek, the disappointment filling the void that had been in her for so long, a gaping hole in her chest that was allowing her heart to wear away from exposure, a void created by loneliness.
The opportunity to fill the hole by telling Arthur, the one person that might be able to save her, how she really felt had been there and she'd let it slip through her fingers like water.
Arthur didn't show up for a full two days.
When he finally did come back, Ariadne wanted to pretend it was because he missed her, but she knew he was only back for the job they were currently planning. It had to be perfect in Arthur's eyes and his loss of self-control (and untimely gain of restraint) couldn't hold him back from making sure every detail was spot on.
The office door was locked and Ariadne didn't bother knocking. He wouldn't answer.
"Ready to do a test run?" Cobbs asked her, oblivious to her eyes glancing at the office door to her left every two minutes. She'd tried to ignore the tension she felt for what had happened, but it was impossible.
"Yeah," Ariadne responded without thinking, her mind focused on other things. She heard Eames plop down in the chair next to hers, her trusty lawn chair, and she cleared her mind. It took a moment focus her mind and the residing heat in her lower stomach didn't help. With a quiet sigh, Ariadne laid back and inserted the wire, her mind peacefully calm.
Cobbs stared her in the eye as he pressed the button, his body relaxing almost immediately. He was always the first to go and, although he truly wanted to get away from this type of life, Ariadne always saw the small spark of eagerness in his eyes.
Eames sighed next to her, his eyes already closed as he drifted off into the dream. Feeling the edges of her mind become hazy, Ariadne let her body go limp and felt her eyes flutter closed.
When she opened them, the world around her was transformed around her. Cobbs strolled up to her from a café, his hands in his pockets casually. Ariadne didn't need his word before she started shaping their surroundings, the street cafés molding into tall skyscrapers with shimmering, glass sides.
"Well done, now let's see the inside," Cobbs muttered in appreciation as he headed for the front door of one of the buildings. He didn't glance back to see if Ariadne was following.
"I've designed it so that when you reach the top floor, it leads into the lobby and starts all over again," Ariadne informed him as she fell into step beside him. She'd become accustomed to his fast gait and didn't struggle to keep up. "The floors go in a spiral leading up so he'll be going in a vertical circle."
Cobbs jerked his head in a nod. "Nice job," he commented. They entered the elevator and pressed the top floor button. When they arrived, they exited and found themselves in the lobby again, projections walking back and forth in front of them as they headed for their destinations.
"I'm going to go find Eames and see how he's doing," Cobbs announced after several seconds of just standing there and watching the projections. Without waiting for Ariadne's response, he stalked off, disappearing into the crowd of projections.
Ariadne watched him go before stepping back into the elevator. She pressed a random button and watched the doors close, some of the projections staring at her as they passed. It freaked her out sometimes how the projections blatantly stared at her as though they knew something she didn't about herself.
When the elevator dinged, the doors slid open to reveal an empty hallway with smooth, white walls. Pictures formed on the walls as Ariadne made her way down the hallway, doors forming and glass walled offices rising from the ground before her eyes.
Even as all of this took place, the hallway remained empty. Ariadne knew that for it to seem real, there would need to be people, but she wanted just a little more time to play with the surroundings before she made the people.
Ariadne smiled at the thought. If it had been a year ago, she would have thought this whole idea crazy, created by some whack job looking to play mind games with her. But now that she'd experienced it, the need for it settled in her like a taste in the back of her mouth. It was always there until you got rid of it, but in this case, the idea of inception would never go away and Ariadne liked it that way.
A sudden tingle in her lower stomach made Ariadne falter in her steps. With wide eyes, she went into one of the offices and closed the door, clicking the lock before it had fully formed.
Ariadne tried to make sense of what was happening even as her panties became wetter and her breathing picked up. She collapsed on the desk chair and clutched at the armrests, gasping as what felt like fingers ghosted up her thighs. She glanced down and found nothing, her shorts untouched and her legs slightly spread as her body thrummed with invisible pleasure.
It took her a moment to comprehend that her fingers were unbuttoning her shorts as she lifted her hips and shoved the shorts down her legs, her head falling back as the invisible fingers found their way to the soaked cloth between her thighs.
"What is happening?" Ariadne whispered as her fingers shakily removed her panties and found the moist skin strumming with heat. With trembling fingers, Ariadne circled her clit as her mind shut down, the ghost fingers working alongside hers in an uncontrolled frenzy.
A tremor racked her body as her legs parted further, her eyes fluttering shut, her fingers moving to stroke lower, pressing harder until she was teetering on the edge. Her heart thudded in her ears and throat, her mouth dry.
Warm breath washed over Ariadne's thighs and they jerked. Her eyes snapped open to stare down at the empty space between her legs. Teeth were nipping at her inner thigh, a tongue lapping at her pussy the next moment.
Fear and the need for more raged war inside of her. Her fingers continued to work on her sensitive flesh, moving up to cup her breasts as the lips (lips she couldn't see but could feel, something she couldn't make sense of) worked on her lower body.
Ariadne's eyes closed again, her back arching in ecstasy. She couldn't stop the image of Arthur kneeling in front of her with his head between her thighs from taking over her mind. She could almost feel his fingers digging into her knees, her thighs trembling to stay parted for him.
All the air in Ariadne's lungs rushed out of her mouth as her lips parted in a cry, her fingers clenching into fists next to her thighs as wave after wave of pleasurable heat washed through her, starting from between her legs and moving outward.
The room was silent as Ariadne panted loudly. She could no longer feel the fingers or lips, but the memory of them burned into her mind. How was it even possible? Unless…
Ariadne's eyes narrowed as everything started to click into place. The only one that had been awake in the warehouse was—
The world started to tilt as Ariadne put the final piece of the puzzle into place.
Cobb's eyes opened a split second after hers did. It took every ounce of restraint to not blush. She had been the dreamer, not him, so there was no way he could have known what happened.
Ariadne sprung out of her seat and headed for the bathroom. She could hear Eames and Cobbs talking about their test run and how right before the kick their surroundings had started to shake slightly before settling back into place as she disappeared around the corner and closed the door, her body feeling cold, so extremely cold.
The desire for Arthur still itched within her and she clenched her teeth in frustration and anger. He had no right to live out his desires when she couldn't.
A plan was forming in her head. She wanted to laugh at the irony. She was the Architect. Cobbs was the one who came up with the plans.
Composed and calm, Ariadne left the bathroom and went to grab her stuff.
"Leaving, deary?" Eames asked her with interest, his eyebrows rising. "Need someone to walk you home?"
Ariadne smiled at him and shook her head. "I know what game you're playing. If you need some company, try Arthur."
Eames smirked, his head jerking towards the door. "He left a couple of minutes ago. The bloke never wants to hang around for the after party. So dull, like a stick in the mud."
Ariadne shrugged while saying, "You're out of luck then." She didn't wait for him to respond, instead turning to grab her backpack and head for the door. Arthur would come back to the warehouse when they were all gone and when he did, she'd ambush him.
The warehouse was pitch dark when Ariadne got there. If it weren't for the feeling of home that she felt when she'd entered through the side door, she might have turned around and hightailed it out of there, but instead, she ventured further into the darkness.
But that was her job, to go into the darkness and make it into something: a town square, airport, hotel, business building.
Ariadne made her way around the pillars, her heels clicking against the floor loudly. For a moment Ariadne regretted wearing them. It's not like she never wore heels but they tended to be more of a pain than anything else. But, they made her feel sexier, something she felt rarely.
So lost in her thoughts, Ariadne later would wonder how she'd missed the soft footsteps stalking towards her from her left.
Calloused fingers circled Ariadne's upper arms, twisting her around and pressing her front into one of the pillars. The cry dissolved in her throat as her breath rushed from her lungs in surprise.
"What—" The same long, rough skinned fingers buried themselves in her hair and pulled her head back, making her neck arch backwards in an almost painful angle.
"What are you doing here?" Arthur growled in her ear, his hot breath curling down her neck and across the side of her face. Her eyes dilated, her throat bobbed as she swallowed heavily and Arthur's fingers tightened in her hair.
"Arthur," Ariadne whispered heavily, her eyes fluttering as she tried to remain alert, focused on what was happening. Her hair fell down her back as he released his grip, his blunt nails scratching across her scalp and down the back of her neck softly in warning. His fingers latched onto the base of her neck, his nails digging into her skin lightly.
"Don't," he warned and cursed loudly. "You shouldn't be here. Not alone with me. Get out of here."
The welcomed, tight grip on the back of her neck disappeared and the burning hot sensation left her, her skin erupting in goosebumps as the cold invaded her. Disappointment filled her. She wanted his body wrapped around hers, warding off the iciness of the air, the bite of the world, of reality.
Ariadne spun around, her fingers reaching for him only to find his back to her as he quickly headed around the corner. With a shake of her head, Ariadne set off after him, refusing to let him run again. She didn't care how much of a danger he might be for her safety. Without him she was worse off, a train waiting to run off the icy tracks.
The bathroom door was closed and Ariadne found it ironic that he had run there, to the place where they had first lost control, to the place he was now trying to gain control.
The door opened easily and she wondered if he'd merely forgotten to lock it or if he'd left it unlocked for a reason, to give her a chance to come after him and confront him.
"No," Ariadne countered, cutting Arthur off before he could convince himself that he was bad for her, harmful to her, and that she was better off without him. She slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating through her body. "I want this just as much as you do, but I'm not afraid."
Arthur glared at her from under his eyelashes, his knuckles white against the sink's edge. With a ragged exhale, he straightened and stalked towards her, never breaking eye contact. Looming over her, his fingers brushed against her throat, up her jaw, and buried themselves in the hair at the nape of her neck.
"I'm not afraid," he ground out before he kissed her, pissed off and full of teeth. Ariadne clutched at his tie and pressed herself against him hard. The next moment his hands were cupping her ass and grinding her against him furiously. She moaned as they broke away and his hands worked at her t-shirt, yanking it over her head before she could process where his hands were. His lips found her earlobe, sucking at it before moving down the underside of her jaw and latching onto her neck. His teeth nipped at her pulse point, causing her head to fall back against the wall as she moaned through parted teeth.
An irritated look appeared on Arthur's face as his hands moved up her ribs and stopped at her bra, his fingers hurriedly unclasping it and chucking it aside, his warm hands palming her breasts as his lips found hers again. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, tangling his with hers before breaking away, relishing in her panting breaths against his lips.
"I'm going to fuck you Ariadne," he murmured hotly against her lips, his darkened eyes holding hers with a challenge. She stared back and without hesitation caught his upper lip between hers, her eyes closing as her mouth showed him how ready she was for it.
With anxious hands, Ariadne undid his tie and ripped it from around his neck, dropping it to the floor. She worked on his shirt next, tearing at it when her hands fumbled too much. Buttons flew everywhere and Arthur smirked against her lips, his hands yanking at the zipper on her shorts and shoving hindering material down her legs.
"I liked that shirt," Arthur informed her in a low voice as he hoisted her onto the sink's edge, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her legs until he was kneeling in front of her.
Ariadne was about to retort when she felt his tongue lap at the bud of her sex. Her shoulders fell back against the mirror, her fingers delving into his hair and breaking it out of its normal style of slicked back perfection.
Arthur pulled away, his lips glistening as he stared at her from under his eyelashes. She was beginning to love that look because of the way it made her body melt.
"I want to you watch me as I tongue fuck you," he demanded darkly, his tongue coming out to lick his lips before he leaned back down. He licked at her with rough strokes as his fingers held her thighs wide apart.
Ariadne's eyes fluttered as her thighs trembled, the urge to squeeze her thighs around his head overwhelming her. She felt him stop and forced her eyes down, her stomach flipping as she watched him lick her, his tongue running the length of her pussy in one stroke.
Arthur's fingers tightened on her thighs as she keened loudly, the back of her head hitting the mirror as he started to suck at her, his tongue entering her and causing the air in her lungs to snag.
"Fuck Arthur," she clawed at his scalp as she tried to gulp in air, "Fuck!"
He nipped at her clit in response, his mouth working her hard. She felt her orgasm start and her breath caught. Right as she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled away and stood, his smile deliciously sinful.
"You bastard," Ariadne swore at him, her palms smacking his muscular, lean chest even as her fingers caressed his skin, eliciting a sharp inhale from him.
He waved a finger back and forth in her face, ignoring her glare. "Not yet," he told her with a wicked smirk as he allowed her to unbutton his trousers hastily and push them down until they pooled at his ankles, "You'll come when I allow you to come."
Ariadne whimpered at his words, her eyes pleading. She leaned forward and kissed him roughly, her tongue licking the seam of his lips, her spine tingling at the taste of herself on his mouth.
"Off the sink," he demanded as he stepped back out of her reach, his eyes roaming her body hungrily, his jaw clenched tight, "Face the mirror, spread your legs, and hold onto the sink."
Ariadne slid off the sink, her eyes taking in the beautiful man standing in front of her with dark eyes and a heated look. If she told herself a couple of days ago that she'd be doing this with Arthur she would have laughed at herself.
Turning, her eyes found his in the mirror.
"So fucking beautiful," he rasped, his voice low and scratchy. His fingers tugged on the waistband of his black boxers and pulled them down, inch by torturous inch. Ariadne didn't feel ashamed in the least bit as she openly watched, her stomach clenching in pleasure.
His hands grabbed her hips lightly, caressing her hip bones, pulling her back against him. Her fingers clenched the rim of the sink hard.
"Lean over," he demanded as she complied without thought, his voice rough and husky. "Jesus Ariadne."
Ariadne's back arched as he sunk into her. The feeling of completion filled her and she jerked back against him, his fingers tightened on her hips with enough force to leave bruises but she didn't care. Days later when she saw the bruises she'd be able to tell herself that this was real.
Sweat gathered on her palms and she draped her upper body across the sink to support herself. The mirror shook when her palms braced themselves on the surface, the white edge of the sink digging into her hips with each harsh snap of his hips.
"Watch me Ariadne." Arthur dragged his blunt nails down her arched spine slowly, his hand snaking around her hip to rub her clit with a flick of his wrist.
Ariadne's eyes snapped up to the mirror, her breath fogging the bottom half of Arthur's face before it cleared, revealing the handsome man that she had somehow, unknowingly fallen in love with.
"How did it feel in the dream Ariadne?" Arthur asked with an innocent voice as he leaned over her, his chin resting on her shoulder and his mouth panting softly in her ear. A loose strand of black hair hung over his right eye and Ariadne's muscles clenched at the sight of this composed man slowly coming undone before her eyes.
"How did it feel with my fingers moving inside of you," he paused, his hips stilling against Ariadne's as her eyes fluttered closed in the beginnings of an orgasm. His hands held her hips firmly against his, his iron tight grip refusing to allow her to move against him. "Not yet Ariadne. You will come when I say you can come. You got yourself into this and only I will give you the release you crave."
"Fucking hell Arthur," Ariadne grit through clenched teeth, her eyes opening slowly to glare at Arthur. He pulled back and thrust his cock into her sharply in warning and her head dropped at the toe curling ecstasy that zinged from her pussy to her chest.
Without thinking about the consequences, Ariadne slid her hand off the mirror and moved it down her body, her fingers finding her clit easily and rubbing frantically.
"Oh no you don't," Arthur growled with menace in his eyes, his hand grabbing her wrist and placing it back on the sink. He snatched her other wrist off the mirror and forced that one onto the sink also, his sweat covered, hot chest pressed flush against her back.
Ariadne bucked her hips in impatience, relieved when Arthur slowly started to move. Her head dropped and her hair fell in a curtain around her face, staining the white sink brown. Lips trailed along the back of her neck, teeth nipped at the skin behind her ear. She never wanted this moment to end, this feeling of the emptiness in her chest being filled, over and over again like the way he was filling her with his cock.
"Ariadne," Arthur whispered as he pounded into her. He dragged one hand to between her legs, guiding her fingers with his to touch herself. With her other hand he cupped the underside of her breast, using her fingers to circle her nipple with increasing pressure until her skin turned a light shade of pink. He drew her nipple tightly between her fingers and forced her to pinch it. Dropping his hands, he watched as she brought herself with her hands and his cock over the edge, her eyebrows drawing together as her neck arched backwards against his shoulder.
Keening loudly, Ariadne breathed out his name as she fell to her forearms on the sink. Her chest rose and fell quickly and her legs shook as she gripped the sides of the sink to keep herself upright. She felt a second, smaller orgasm building up inside of her as Arthur continued to thrust into her, his fingers biting into her hips with an urgency that made her smile with content.
Swallowing heavily, Ariadne watched Arthur orgasm with interest as his face twisted into one of pure happiness as a raw moan came out of his mouth before her own body began to spasm and her head fell against her arm heavily. His name rolled off her lips without thought and she didn't realize she was panting his name until she regained her scattered thoughts.
Glancing up at the mirror, Ariadne chose to ignore the smile on Arthur's face as his eyes roamed her face. She didn't care how adorable he looked with the crinkled corners of his eyes and dimples. An ache formed in her chest, a yearning to see this look on Arthur's face everyday as they woke up next to year other in bed, as they moved about in the kitchen, as they settled onto the couch for a movie.
She stopped herself before she started to hope. This was Arthur she was thinking about, Arthur who loved facts and could handle a gun better than anyone else she knew. Arthur who thought he was dangerous to her and had just given her the best sex of her life. Arthur, the man she loved.
When he pulled away Ariadne felt the gaping hole that was reforming in her chest. She couldn't help but frown at the realization that whenever Arthur was around she didn't feel so utterly alone in the world. Without thinking, Ariadne turned and cupped Arthur's face, her fingers memorizing the smoothness of his skin. Who knew how long until they did this again?
With that thought, Ariadne kissed Arthur softly, sweetly, with the feelings that she had long since lost when her parents had died. She didn't try to start again what they'd just done, instead she put a close to it as she drew away. Unable to part, she leaned back in and kissed him again quickly, the memory of his lips burned into her mind for eternity.
Pulling away, Ariadne quickly dressed. She heard Arthur moving around behind her, buttoning up his now wrinkled shirt and tucking it into his trousers. The empty hole had engulfed her chest now and it was painful to acknowledge, even for someone as strong spirited as Ariadne.
It wasn't until she had opened the door and was halfway across the warehouse before Arthur called out to her.
"Ariadne," he started then hesitated, his fingers smoothing out his tie until it was centered and perfectly straight, a habit she had seen him do many times before, "Ariadne, I can't promise you a perfect relationship."
The words made Ariadne's stomach drop. She didn't want to hear this, the rejection and how what they'd just done would never, could never happen again.
"I'm one fucked up man. There will be jealousy and I will take what I want from you and you will have to be straightforward with me. I can't guarantee that we'll be able to tell the others or that I'll always say and do the right thing and we'll have to be detached during jobs, but I want to try. I've wanted to try for so long and now that it's my chance I'm afraid I'll fuck it up before I even get a chance."
His face was troubled, his mouth set downward in a frown at how hard it had just been to say those words. He had never been one for saying how he felt and Ariadne felt a tug at the realization that he was doing this for her, putting in the effort and struggle for her.
Ariadne smiled brightly at him, her feet moving before she knew it as her stomach fluttered and he rushed forward, his warm fingers burying in her hair as he kissed her deeply, wildly, lovingly.
She could feel the empty cavity in her chest start to fill slowly. It would take time as all things did, but she was patient and would keep waiting until Arthur completely opened up to her and helped her fill the gaping hole, piece by piece.
"May I ask why there are hand prints on the mirror?" Eames questioned loudly as he came around the corner, his eyes teasing. They quickly found Arthur and Ariadne who were sitting next to each other.
"There are?" Arthur questioned in an emotionless voice, his eyes focused on the paper in his hands. "Maybe you should clean it and keep your hands off it next time."
Eames' eyebrow rose and he smirked. "Dear, do I look like I have female hands to you?" His eyes found Ariadne slyly. "Ariadne is the only female here but you already know that, don't you Arthur?"
"Yes, I do, since I fucked her last night in the bathroom. Expect to find hand prints all over the place from now on."
Eames stared at Arthur in disbelief, not able to comprehend that the man he had recently believed to be utterly boring was admitting to have sex, one of the least boring acts he knew of. His eyes flickered to Ariadne and the darkening blush on her face.
"Do I get to watch?" Eames piped up eagerly, his eyes bright with hope.
"Fuck no," Arthur shot back without hesitation, his eyes flickering up to Eames threateningly. "And don't even think about installing cameras in here or I'll put a bullet between your eyes."
Eames wanted to ask Arthur if he meant in real life or in a dream but his gut told him that if he did ever try to put up cameras (which was a bloody good idea, dammit) he'd never wake up again.
Saved this one for Christmas Day for a reason. (: Merry Christmas!