Hello! So, this is my first Inception fic, and I am really excited about it! I do hope that I have everyone in-character, so please let me know! Also, feel free to point out any grammar mistakes, constructive criticism is welcomed, but NO flames please! =]
Couple things: 1) the italics are their thoughts. 2) no, they don't all wake up at the same time, so don't get on my case. 3) don't ask me whose dream they are in, it doesn't matter. 4) they are doing a workshop, not an assignment. 5) they are all lying on those really long "beach" type chairs...that's all. the rest is from my imagination.
Disclaimer: sadly, I own nothing. but I do plan on owning Inception...once it's out on DVD.
Enjoy. =)
When he heard the music, Arthur woke.
His heart still racing from the kick, Arthur sat up and placed his head in his hands, trying to catch his breath. He took out his loaded die and tossed it; it fell quickly to the floor, reassuring him that he was back in reality. He sighed.
Once his heart rate had reduced back to normal, he looked around, noticing that the rest of his colleagues were still in the dream world.
After scanning the room once, his eyes fell on the petite architect-
Ariadne.
He said her name quietly to himself.
He'd admit, he'd been having a hard time not thinking about her lately. And he'd been having an even harder time keeping his eyes off her since she had first entered the empty warehouse to do her first workshop with Cobb. Speaking of Cobb, Arthur mentally thanked him for recruiting Ariadne; he'd never met anyone so compelling.
She shifted slightly, and he quickly averted his eyes, in case she was about to wake up. She merely rolled onto her side, however, and continued to breathe quietly.
Arthur let out a sigh of relief and continued to gaze at her. She sure was pretty. He liked the way her hair was done up today, a simple ponytail, but with a few strands of hair falling elegantly around her face. He also liked the way it was so flawlessly wavy, the way it smelled, the way it looked in the sun. He liked the way that no matter what she did with it, it always looked so perfect.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and imagined a scene: the two of them, sitting together, her head leaning on his shoulder. They gazed into each others eyes, hers half hidden by a stray lock of her hair. He brushed said lock of hair away from her face, and their faces began to get closer, until-
He opened his eyes suddenly. He really shouldn't be thinking about such things, especially when they needed to focus on their assignment. He rubbed a hand over his face, and was about turn away when something else caught his eye:
Her paisley scarf.
Hesitating for a brief moment, he stood up and walked over to her. He knelt down beside her chair, and took her scarf in his hand, letting the soft material flow over his skin. He closed his eyes again, and breathed in her scent. Vanilla. It was intoxicating.
Ariadne's totem fell suddenly to the floor, clattering loudly, and rolled away. But Arthur didn't notice. He let his hand fall to the smooth skin of her neck, this time imagining a scene much more intimate, when-
"Arthur, darling, what are you doing?"
The loud, faux-shocked British voice jerked Arthur out of his daydream suddenly. Ariadne's eyes shot open and looked at him, and he stumbled backward, falling flat on his back.
"Ariadne!" he scrambled to get up, gasping for breath. She was breathing heavily too, and it was hard to say which of them was more startled. Arthur looked around for the source of the voice. He found Eames, the first of the team to wake, chuckling to himself. Arthur silently cursed him. He turned back to Ariadne.
"I was just, uh..." he gulped. "I, uh-"
She was looking at him curiously.
"I like your scarf." He blushed.
"Oh." She nodded, blushing as well. Her head was still pounding with the adrenaline from him having been so close to her, and her heart was beating much faster than normal. Trying to restore her breathing to a normal rate, she nodded again. "Okay, thanks." She looked away from him.
"Yeah..." he rubbed the back of his neck, nervously. Neither of them said anything.
Luckily, the rest of the team had begun to wake up, and Arthur quickly hurried away to talk to Cobb about the assignment. Ariadne watched the two of them conversing, Arthur determinedly not looking at her, his jaw clenched and his cheeks bright red.
Ariadne turned her back to him and smiled to herself. Poor Arthur. He didn't know that she had felt the kick about 5 minutes ago. He didn't know that she had felt her scarf shift slightly when he handled it, she had smelled his cologne when he had knelt beside her, and the jolts of energy that his touch had sent racing through her body had felt so good, so real; she knew that it couldn't be part of the dream. When she had swiftly and silently nudged her totem out of her pocket, and listened to it fall to the floor, she knew this was real. Arthur was real. And his touch had most certainly been real.
And she craved to feel him again, to feel his skin against hers.
She took a shaky breath. She knew she shouldn't be daydreaming when there were much more important things to focus on, but she couldn't help it. Still thinking about Arthur and trying to remember the feel of his hand, she didn't notice Eames watching her, seeing her wide grin, guessing what she was thinking...until-
"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" Eames grinned at her. Ariadne stuck her tongue out at him, and silently scolded him for interrupting Arthur's moment earlier. Eames just chuckled and walked to his desk.
Ariadne rolled her eyes; she hated that she could be read so easily. But luckily, not by Arthur. She glanced at him, before deciding to get up and move back to her desk as well, picking up her totem on the way. Once she had sat down in her seat, she placed her chin in her hands, and after making sure that both Eames and Arthur were preoccupied with something, she let a huge grin take over her face again.
Yes Eames, Ariadne moved a hand to where Arthur had touched her, and closed her eyes; she could still feel his warmth on her skin. I am.
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~ByTheBeautifulSea