Hola everyone, Allure here! I am new to the Inception fanfic scene, and am so excited to be apart of it! I love Ariadne and Arthur, but especially Eames love-hate relationship with Arthur :) I do not know if I will turn this into a chain of stories, but I am excited to present this one. Please let me know what you think, I love comments like I love Joseph Gordon-Levitt ;) Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY OWN IMAGINATION

Eames wasn't sure, but he was pretty positive that Ariadne and Arthur were experiencing severe puppy love. In fact, he was so aware of it, that it made him want to regurgitate his over- priced steak. There they sat, sitting dangerously close to one another on the private jet that was rented for them for their most recent job, acting like a couple of love-struck teenagers; and frankly, he was annoyed the most by two things: that they were totally into one another, and that they didn't even realize the other's feelings. And honestly, he was fed up.

"Cobb." Eames said leaning forward and tapping the shoulder of his esteemed colleague who was engrossed in a parenting book titled "Reconnecting with your Children", a book that Ariadne had suggested, and frankly was funny to see in the hands of the thick- skinned extractor.

"What?"

"Am I the only one to notice that our blander than Cornflakes Arthur has been bit by the love bug?" Eames said his sea green eyes shifting to the architect and the point man. Cobb looked in that direction for a second then his eyes returned to his book.

"So?" Eames was taken aback by his dismissal of their behavior, and pried more.

"So? You're not bothered that Arthur might subsequently be wanking our young and innocent Ariadne?"

"No. Why does it bother you?" Cobb said his curiosity peeked.

"Because it's damn well annoying that's why. I mean look at them." Eames said leaning back in his chair in frustration as they brought their attention back to the two suspects in question. Ariadne was sitting with her knees pressed to her chest, her body facing Arthur's and Arthur sitting in his usual stiff position as they were engrossed in an in-depth conversation. Or so it seemed.

"You're so full of bull." Ariadne said fiercely.

"Ariadne, it's all about the facts." Arthur said with a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"You have no real facts! You're just basing your entire argument on your opinion!"

"I am not. It is a proven fact that the Muppets are better than the Sesame Street puppets." Arthur said seriously and in his usual logical tone of voice.

"They are not! Sesame Street is cooler, better, and has the cookie monster so they just win hands down." Ariadne said.

"That is the most illogical and non- evidence based argument I have ever heard." Arthur said in disbelief.

"Well I'm glad I could break a record." Ariadne said tearing off a head of one of the gummy worms she was currently nibbling on. "Besides, I never would have thought you were allowed to watch cartoons. I always imagined you'd be watching Dateline NBC or The Discovery Channel ."

"Well believe it or not I did… of course it was always at other kid's houses. My father always said that cartoons were created to demean the minds of children and that all that came from watching them was my brain turning to oatmeal and gaining a lisp like Sylvester the Cat." Ariadne didn't know if it was the seriousness and utter matter-of-fact tone in his voice or what he just said but she burst out in a fit of laughter almost spitting out the sugary snack in her mouth.

"He did not say that to you!" She said laughing rather loudly and hardly able to form a sentence.

"Yes he did. Why is that funny?" Arthur asked still with a straight face. Ariadne was still falling over with laughter.

"Because I can just I imagine your dad standing there fully clad in a business suit and glasses, looking like the guy from Oliver Twist, and you scared shitless because your dad told you you'd have a lisp!" Her laughter erupted again, and this time it was contagious, and Arthur found himself laughing as well. And not one of his fake smiles or laughs, but a genuine laugh, that he rarely ever showed. A laugh that showed the crinkles under his eyes that made his brown eyes grow smaller and sweet dimples in his cheeks peek out. Ariadne's eyes grew wide as the point man laughed, and she couldn't help herself from doing her next action.

"Oh my god, you have dimples in your cheeks!" She said in awe. "Stoic and emotionless Arthur has dimples!" She cooed as Arthur turned a bright shade of red and shifted his eyes to look away from her, and tried to regain his now gone composure.

"Yes, it is my tragic flaw and that is the last time you're going to see them." He said with a straight face once again. Ariadne pretended to contemplate.

"Well I guess I'm going to just have to do this while I have the chance."

"What?" Ariadne stuck her finger in his cheek inside his dimple, and Arthur couldn't help but laugh, which gave her even more access to his adorable feature.

"Hey Archie and Betty, would you like to take this to the cockpit so that you could do all this fingering somewhere else?" Eames stated loudly in irritation. Ariadne and Arthur shifted awkwardly.

"Jealous that you don't have dimples that I can play with Eames?" Ariadne remarked.

"Far from it darling. When you have a package like mine, there is no need for dimples." Eames said with a cocky smile. Ariadne just rolled her eyes.

"Wow, with that package I'm sure you save a lot of money on shipping." Arthur retorted and Eames just glared. Ariadne erupted in giggles again, and Cobb even cracked a smile.

"Watch yourself." Eames warned, although Arthur was far from intimidated.

"You have to admit, that was a good one." Cobb remarked.

"Thanks for the help!" Eames said sarcastically. Eames was going to say something back to Arthur but he and Ariadne were back in their own little world.

"Don't you see what I mean? Their relationship isn't healthy." Eames whispered to Cobb again.

"Not healthy? Their just friends and Arthur isn't the type who has 'friends with benefits'."

"I'm not so sure mate. He and our little architect have something fishy going on between them."

"Eames, I've known Arthur since he was 18, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that Arthur is not the heartbreaking type. If anything he's the heartbreak-e."

"Well that doesn't surprise me." Eames said crudely. Cobb turned around in his seat, a little fed up with the jabs the forger was sending toward his close friend.

"Eames, Arthur hasn't been in a relationship since Molly. I think it's good for him to find someone new. Besides, it's not as if they are dating, and even if they were, Ariadne can take care of herself." Eames suddenly felt a pain of guilt with the mention of Arthur's one time high school sweetheart. Although he felt bad, he would never admit such a thing.

"Alright I'll give you that. But Ariadne is only 24, I don't think she's ready for 'Mr. Commitment' Arthur."

"Tell me something, why are so concerned about this? Last time I checked you weren't Ariadne's father." Cobb asked jokingly.

"No that's role isn't it mate?" Eames shot back with a smirk, poking fun at the protective role the extractor had taken to the young architect. "I'm just curious is all. I'm going to get to the bottom of this, and when I do, I'll have a bucket load of smart remarks to make that will drive Arthur up a wall. Just you wait." Eames said with a conniving smirk that Cobb decided to ignore with a shake of the head. Eames took a swig of his scotch and his all too imaginative mind began to work on a plan to catch Arthur and Ariadne.

'This cannot be good.' Cobb thought.

That night, as the extraction team slept peacefully on the plane, two particular team members lay side by side for once not sharing dreams, but thoughts.

"When my dad left the first time, I thought he was joking." Arthur said as Ariadne had her undivided attention on him as he stared up at the light on the ceiling as if it was a star in the sky. His one arm was behind his head and the other lay delicately on his taunt stomach. She was curled up beside up both her hands tucked under her head and her knees were lightly touching his thigh. "He was always so serious, even when he joked; I just thought that this was another way to mess with me. My dad was the kind of guy who would go all out to make you think he was serious even though it was a joke. I guess you could say he was a type of conman." Arthur said with a bitter chuckle. "Even when I saw his suitcases in the hallway packed, even when I saw my mother crying, even when I saw him get in the car, I still thought it was a joke. And my sister Sandra was yelling at me telling me to grow up and realize that daddy was really gone. I brushed her off, thinking she was in on it. I was in denial for 3 days." Arthur took a moment and ran a nervous hand through his hair as the story went on. "And then the next day I came home from school, and I heard my mother weeping in our living room. I go inside and she's on the floor crying in front of this open space where our old record player used to be. It was my dad's most prized possession. It was the same record player that was playing when he and my mother first met, and the day after they met, he went back and bought it for her and had it engraved on their wedding day saying, 'You'll always be my favorite song '. For him to take that meant he really wasn't coming back." Ariadne could hear the sadness in Arthur's voice as he tried to keep his face emotionless. "I laid next to her and cried until we both fell asleep. Since then, after seeing what my father put my mother though, I took on the role of her protector. The role of making sure everything in our lives was right on track and making sure that there would be no room for mistakes or any mishaps that would lead to us having to deal with our emotions ever again. I guess that's where my need for logic and details began. I guess I never wanted to handle reality again without having the satisfaction that everything was in the palm of my hand, and that I could control it." Arthur concluded, finally meeting Ariadne's understanding eyes.

"So that's my long sob story about how I became a point man." He said trying to get the attention off of him.

"I didn't know you had a sister." Ariadne said.

"I have two; Sandra Charlotte and Kaileena Crisette." He said. Ariadne shifted to get more comfortable and had a wide smile on her face.

"Tell me about them." Arthur let out a small laugh at her excitement.

"Well, Sandra is the oldest she's 35, and she's a paralegal. She's the smartest person I know, and also the most opinionated. And then there is Kaileena Crisette, or as I call her Cris, which drives my mother crazy. She's 15 and she's a mini me, as everyone says. The only difference being she has more fun." Arthur shared.

"A mini you? I don't think the world could handle that." Ariadne joked. Arthur playfully glared at her.

"Ha ha. What about you, any siblings?"

"I have two. Aphrodite, who is a model, is 31, and Jason is 18, and is the coolest person ever, and the best artist I have ever witnessed. He and I are like twins we're so close." She said.

"Are you and your sister close?" Arthur inquired, and gained a grimace from Ariadne.

"Eh. We're not enemies, but I feel as if we're always competing. But she always wins, because she's Aphrodite." She said sarcastically. "The pretty one, the tall one, the charming one, the perfect one. And I'm Ariadne. The smart one, the short one, the adopted one." Arthur was surprised, and it showed on his face. Ariadne caught what she just said and smiled in surprise at her own actions putting her small hand to her lips.

"I just said that didn't I?" Arthur nodded and her eyes brightened and she seemed to look as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Then her voice grew into a low whisper and she moved closer to him. "I've never told anyone that before. Is that bad?" Inside, Arthur felt a sense of pride. This was something no one had the chance to know about her, and he was the one who was honored with that secret.

"No." He said equally low. "We're all entitled to our secrets. I had never told anyone about my mom and dad. So we're even." He said with a small smile, and she smiled back. Then she sent a wave of tingles down his spine when she kissed his cheek lightly, then settled back down into her spot beside him. Her head lay delicately on his chest as his arm that was above his head wrapped around her shoulders. The moment was quite, and intimate, but to the two of them it was like fireworks going off in the sky. But as intimate as it seemed, there were a pair of ears that were intently listening. Eames, who was a silent unwelcomed 3rd party to the conversation, had a million cracks in his head to make about Arthur; how he was a softy, how he from a young age was a stick in the mud, and how he was such a nerd for only getting kissed on the cheek. But the genuine, honest, and vulnerable tone that he heard in both their voices, made Eames do the one thing that would make Arthur and Ariadne the happiest: he kept his big mouth shut.

*Fin*

A & A fluff, nothing like it:) I hope it was entertaining, and feel free to leave a review, their like sweet tart- flavored candy canes at christmas! Adios!

-Allure 3