Hello everyone! :) I'm back with another exciting piece of my imagination. This story will be short, but I won't tell you how much :) I consider this as a sudden and rapid lightning which struck in my head and this is the result. I work on my grammar and language every day but I want to apologize in advance for all my mistakes. They are definitely there :) This time I won't give spoiler sentence at the end of the chapter. It isn't ideal in this story. So get ready.
Dangerous night is waiting for you. (And as always... Disclaimer: I don't own Inception.)
I Can't Fly
"I think it's time to go," Eames said, loud enough for all to hear.
At least Yusuf looked up from his papers with notes, but Arthur with Ariadne were still immersed in conversation about the level. Point Man had said that some things needed to be improved, just a little bit. She was listening, writing all the details to the pad, while he was saying exactly what to change, and at the same time he was pointing to a model of the maze of the city, which was in front of them. How Forger saw, both were still deep in work mode. He understood that extraction required a lot of time, especially if it was a woman's subconscious, but working 14 hours with only short breaks for meals and other things was too much even for him. Eames tried it for a second time.
"Hey, you two!" Arthur and Ariadne looked confusedly at him.
"You mean us?" She asked, still with a pencil in hand.
"Yeah. What about sleep?" Eames suggested and Arthur looked at his watch.
"Wow," and he raised eyebrows in surprise.
"What time is it?" Curious woman's voice asked and her eyes turned on him.
"Twenty-five minutes after midnight." Surprise appeared on her face also.
"Exactly," Eames confirmed "so I don't know about you, but I'm going to the hotel." Yusuf decided it was a good idea and he started to clean up the notes to a drawer. He was glad when his desk was clean. Arthur and Ariadne looked at Forger and then at each other.
"But you wanted to finish it..."
She felt bad because he wanted it to be as soon as possible, but adjustments took all night and transferred into the next day. Arthur gave her a small smile. It always helped her to calm down and it was one of the small pleasing things in working with him.
"We will continue in the morning."
She also smiled. However, silence fell between them, and his eyes couldn't look away for some reason. Expression which he adored, because her beauty stood out the most. She also had a problem to break the contact. Why his eyes were so mesmerizing and interesting? Eames knew what was going on in their heads, his skills told him everything. He had to intervene because otherwise they will stay here overnight.
"Come on lovebirds. It's time to go to sleep."
Fortunately for him, they were still perceiving surroundings and looked at him. Why was Forger as a father who was protecting his daughter from romantic moment? Although it was night, the warehouse wasn't porch and they weren't alone. But she admitted that the situation would have led to a kiss with Arthur. It was obvious that even Point Man was upset. So wonderful moment, and he had messed it up. Forger was like insect which he couldn't get rid of. That little bug with enormous proportions was everywhere and he couldn't kill it. How Eames was superfluous but mainly, he was moron.
Arthur went to his desk where he put on olive tic jacket which matched with a waistcoat and pants. He even adjusted the sleeves of his white-blue plaid shirt. Silver briefcase wasn't necessary to take, the device will be safer here than in his hotel apartment, as well as his laptop. In the jacket he had a wallet, keys and cell phone. Loaded die was in the left pocket of his pants. Ariadne meanwhile cleaned up pencil and pad with notes to the top drawer, and then covered model of the city. Yusuf considered this as exaggerated solicitude, but when he looked at his table which was clean and ready for the morning, he understood her. Not to mention his sedatives and admixtures which were covered next on a table also. Architect was right, nothing was better than to take care of everything with respect.
Ariadne pulled a cell phone from her right pocket. Sure, dead. She's reinserted back and checked left pocket. The keys and totem. Yeah, this was reality. A wallet which was in... Where was it? Her eyes found it on the table and she gave it to the back right pocket. These were the most important things she needed. Her bag with cosmetics, package of chewing gums and other stuff could stay here. Purse was unfortunately in the trash can. Although Yusuf was able to handle glass and similar things, in the afternoon he hadn't controlled a cup with coffee and had poured it accidentally on her beautiful red purse. He had apologized a couple times, but that thing was her favorite. Nonetheless, she could buy a new one and perhaps even nicer. Anyway, all things were in her pockets at the right places.
As well as Point Man, she adjusted her clothes for the way home. However, the large size loose bat sleeve red sweater still looked perfectly, light skinny jeans were also fine and... well, leather black sneakers were special. She liked high heels and had tested this combination once, but suffer all day in them had been enough and so comfort was on the first place. In addition, Arthur had noticed them and he had said that the whole outfit was more beautiful thanks to them. Such a compliment she had accepted with a smile. Point Man wasn't only adept in movement and fight, but also in words and flattery.
Forger rejoiced inside. Finally, everyone started to move toward the door. It didn't take long and then they were standing outside the warehouse. Arthur, as the most responsible, locked the door which secured access to the building. Eames could smell the bed already from the distance, but he also wanted to be kind.
"Who wants a ride?" Silence surprised him. He was so scary that nobody wanted to travel with him? However, after a while he heard the first answer.
"I do," said Yusuf who had the hotel similarly far away.
Forger looked at thinking Ariadne. October, Wednesday, night was pretty cold, but she was prepared for it and, moreover, this could be the first sight on different Paris, and she had to utilize such an opportunity. Her apartment was only a few tens of minutes from here. So... the answer was clear.
"Thanks Eames, but I don't," her smile was pleasant and courteous, but the phrase caught the attention of a man standing next to her.
His eyes looked at her. Different scenarios and options appeared in Arthur's head. They were only worst variants which always started with the same question. She and alone in night city? No way. His behavior and feelings, which weren't only amicable basis, couldn't allow it.
"Ariadne you can't be serious. It's dangerous. I know Eames isn't the best company in the car, but I also go with him."
She looked at him as well as Forger who was a little (actually a lot) insulted by his remark. However, he also didn't like her idea and so he focused on her. Yusuf started to looking around, as if Arthur's sentence frightened him.
"It's not good choice love. Plus, one place is free in the car now, because Arthur will go to the hotel on foot." Point Man threw at him annoyed face but he just shrugged.
"Don't look at me like that, you have to be nice to me. You know I can be dangerous," and he gave him a smile which belonged to this category.
But Ariadne suddenly got another, and perhaps the biggest reason to walk home. It was an opportunity to go with him. Only he and she, no forger/father would be with them. A certain moment could happen. Moment leading to a...
"I'm going home alone," and she made first step. Could she manipulate with man? Apparently yes, because Arthur immediately grabbed her right arm and turned her toward him. But nothing rough, rather as if friend wanted to stop her important decision.
"Ariadne...," he said with worried voice. Their eyes met again, and although Point Man had a speech and several hundred reasons for her, her brown eyes erased all from his head. He forgot and instead something else came out of his mouth.
"If you want I'll go with you."
Eames and Yusuf looked at each other. Chemist was confused, but Forger's expression was annoyed. He had expected this sentence, actually right at the beginning of the conversation, and he was surprised it took him so long. However, it again confirmed that Arthur was caring and kind to her (not to mention his expression which he had when he was looking at her). Eames recognized the feeling, which he totally hated. Ariadne had the same expression also, it was uncomfortable for him to be close. But they were different than him. It was obvious they both longed for it. She smiled, because it was exactly the thing which she had wished. Her plan worked perfectly.
"Okay." His face broke into a smile which meant positive thing again.
"Okay." Eames yawned. His offer expired because he refused to stay longer. A soft bed, fluffy pillow and warm blanket were too tempting. Chemist still watched them.
"Let's go Yusuf. Our lovebirds will take a night walk."
He turned and opened the black Volvo XC60. He sat into it and because Yusuf didn't want to delay (or rather, he also longed for sleep), he soon joined to him in the car. Arthur and Ariadne watched them and he was still holding her arm, preventing her quick escape. Forger started the engine but soon his head appeared before them.
"Don't overdo it." This time they both had annoyed faces, the meaning of his comment was clear.
"Goodnight!" Yusuf shouted at them.
Eames was startled and turned to him. Point Man and Architect laughed together. Seconds were passing, the night was deeper, but they were still cheerful and full of energy. Forger shook head. It wasn't necessary so loud. Not in this time, and not in his almost sleepy state. Chemist shrugged and mumbled an apology, understanding that the volume had been high.
"Goodnight," she said also more loudly.
Eames then stepped on the gas pedal and soon Arthur and Ariadne were alone. The silence was profound, the surrounding street lamps and a few other sources of light were shining around them. She looked at his hand which was holding her arm. After a moment he realized it and immediately broke the contact. Perhaps she won't want to escape. They both looked at each other and smiled nervously. Why all of a sudden it was a special feeling for them to be alone? The tension wasn't between them, but both weren't prepare for such situation. It wasn't as easy as she had thought. After all, her shyness appeared. Arthur had uncomfortable feeling also. Actually, it was unusual for him. He was so excited, but he was afraid that something will go wrong. What if he will say something bad or stupid? Or something will happen between them along the way? He hoped for the best... nonetheless his mind was concentrating also on the worst. The future seemed uncertain and scary. Their speechlessness unexpectedly stretched, but in the end it was her who decided to speak.
"So... can we go?"
Her voice was also different than before. Ariadne realized this and yelled at herself in the head. He could tell she was nervous. However she was in better state than he was, because Arthur didn't speak at all and nodded several times. His voice had problem with words for some reason, but fortunately body was obeying orders coming from the brain. Why he was so drugged? After a while both were going in slow pace into the night city.
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Only occasionally one of them said something short. Ariadne mentioned again her purse, Arthur reassured her she will buy a new one. The theme was quickly empty. She started talking about the extraction and apologized she had made mistakes which delayed the whole job. He reassured her it wasn't an issue, nobody was perfect. Another topic was gone. Why was it so hard? This night walk definitely wasn't developing according to her fantasy. He also had expected more from it. They had so many thoughts, so many topics were in their heads, so many questions to which each of them wanted to ask. The only thing, which was preventing them from doing so, was fear. It wasn't appropriate, it was directly offensive, it was too pushy. Everything was stupidity, even though a meaningful conversation could start. In every case, both were still silent. They didn't meet a single person and it seemed they were perhaps the only one in this world. Although it was true, one o'clock in the morning was approaching. Logical that everyone else was sleeping, only two fools were on the street. Sometimes a little thing caught her attention, but the most interesting object for him were his shoes. In both of them, feeling of disappointment began to appear. Missed opportunity, unfulfilled expectations and this obviously won't change.
After a while, they found themselves near the park and Ariadne stopped while he went on, lost in thoughts. However, he noticed that no one was beside him. So he also stopped and looked back. She was standing there, looking to the park. He went back to her with a curious look.
"Is something wrong?" Her thoughts stopped and she looked at him.
"Yeah. I realized that we can go through park. It's a good shortcut."
Arthur looked to the park as well. Path, street lamps, benches, trees, leaves of different colors were lying on the ground and sometimes scary dark places. Information board and trash can which he was able to catch a glimpse. Something inside was telling him it wasn't the best idea going there at this time of night. And how it had been in the past, listen to own head was reasonable. But when he again looked into her eyes, logical thoughts were gone. Such power, which she had, was exceptional. It was always hard to concentrate when he lost in them, and lately it was quite worse. Ariadne probably knew that she had the upper hand, because she smiled and stepped on the path. Her courage to try anything, small child living in her wanted to explore new things. He watched her, and after a few steps she turned on him.
"Come on. It will be safe," and her smile encouraged him even more.
His whole body wanted to reject that sentence, and the head was against it also. The reason? He didn't want to let himself kill. Her curiosity and desire for fun was quite stupid, but damn it adorable too. And then the heart defeated everything. Organ deciding according to other criteria ultimately prevailed. He just sighed and was walking toward her.
"Fine, but when I will be suspicious, we will turn around and will go back here. I need you alive."
His head said this? Or what was it? Arthur began to fear that his ability to be on guard slowly was receding into the background. Instead, something special awakened. Maybe he wanted to experience fun. Maybe it was time to stop dealing only with job and start to live a little. However, she lightly clapped her hands with joy, her smile widened, and even more happiness appeared on her face. At that moment, Arthur realized it . She had him wrapped around her finger. Practically, he nodded at everything what she wanted. He was an ancient mariner and one brown-haired siren was luring him to his doom with wonderful singing. But even if these were his last steps to death, he went after it like magic. The singing was irresistibly beautiful and she had a little something extra. Her charm exceeded everything what existed in this world. Was Ariadne from here? Maybe not. Probably she had come from sphere where beauty, intelligence and glamour were the only acceptable qualities for woman.
Although Architect hoped for better speaking between them, nothing changed. Both were still silent. Ariadne occasionally glanced at him, but last look caused that her eyes didn't break the contact. Apparently he was deep in thoughts, hands in his pockets were proof, typical for this state. His eyes were fixed to the ground with a look which meant that only one his half was here. Walking calm and stable, ideal for continue going forward, but the sudden movement would cause big confusion and disorientation. What he was thinking about? Probably work or... what she saw? That street lamp and night... a different man. Two sides of personality? And again, another lamp, another change. She lightly laughed, thinking how incredible it was.
"What's incredible?"
He looked at her quizzically. She said it out loud? It seemed that Ariadne also lost control over her actions. How did it happen? Arthur was within seconds in ready-for-fight mode. When he looked behind him, he found out that the pavement, from which they had changed the direction, was no longer visible. Thoughts on her always accelerated the time, strange. Then he looked around, preparing for an unexpected attack, but nothing.
"What's incredible?"
He looked at her again. Their eyes had met several times before but until now she felt the power which they had. It wasn't possible to hide anything from them, she couldn't hide any secret. And she didn't want to because she liked him... Whence did the word come from? It was obvious that the love was leaking through on her skin and she couldn't stop it. In addition, his interest was big, and she knew he wanted to know everything.
"It's just that... I've never noticed it." His expression of misunderstanding deepened.
"What is it?" He was more curious.
"I will tell you but you have to stop." He did so. Ariadne stopped also. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but he had to know it. She was mysterious and this was the opportunity to learn more about...
"And now?"
He asked, confused. Her sly smile was a little scary, but it was strange, whence appeared such courage. Maybe her head stopped dealing with everything. Maybe it started to do whatever was necessary. She grabbed his both biceps and moved him carefully under a lamp. No resistance and her touch additionally broke all the concerns which had emerged in the beginning. Her head was changing positions, on him and on lamp, as if she was looking for correct angle.
"Perfect," she muttered to herself, but he heard it too. Her eyes looked at him.
"You know, when you were walking, I realized something. Now you're under a lamp which is shining on you, showing your better side of personality." The thought surprised him, but the question, what she had in mind, was silenced.
"Now you're the kind, polite and handsome man who likes my shoes."
Why all of a sudden all these thoughts flew out of her mouth? Ariadne realized that not only the head but also the heart had taken over control, and now it was impossible to stop those two things. However, Arthur laughed, her comment was true and he liked it. But she wanted to continue and so she started moving him into the darkness between two lamps where the light didn't have such power. His expression was confused again, but the description wasn't over.
"And now...," she stopped him and looked at him again.
"Now the other darker side of your personality is seen. Now you look like a ruthless cold-blooded killer in the suit."
Although annoyance appeared on his face, she was right. He was capable of many things in dream and also in real life... description was correct. Her cruel honesty was one of the many attributes which he adored, but mainly he was thinking about something else.
"But you know... you have two personalities too."
He surprised her. Was she same as him? However, before Ariadne could think about herself, this time he grabbed her both biceps. It was a gentle holding, he knew she was fragile. Nonetheless, as if instinctively, she wanted to give his hands down, but that didn't happen, and instead she lightly touched his elbows. Point Man felt a shiver of excitement in his body, how romantic was the connection. After a while they both were standing again under a lamp. She was quiet and curious about his description. It came almost instantly.
"Now you're the small, smart and beautiful angel who is able to invent an entire city."
Arthur expressed the thoughts which he had had before the moment in mind. Now they saw the world and what a miracle it was. How it was amazing when they belonged to her, and she had heard them. And besides, when she smiled, it was even better, because he knew she liked such personality. Ariadne hadn't expected this but the words were beautiful from his mouth. Boundaries of friendship and love were increasingly thinner. But now the worst part came. Her second 'dark' side. He probably heard it, because then he moved her into the darkness where they both stopped after a while. The same process as before.
"And now you're unpredictable insidious devilish witch who Eames is afraid."
The laughter which came after the sentence was loud, but Ariadne couldn't keep it in herself. Even Arthur started laughing and both apparently woke up everything what was in surroundings. However, when the loud noises stopped, she started to defend.
"I'm not witch." The smile didn't disappear from her lips.
"But Eames is afraid of you."
It was true. Forger had gotten a bullet between the eyes in a dream, because he had made fun of her. Her projections. They had been mostly men in suits, which Forger had compared with Arthur and subsequent remarks had been very unpleasant. So she had ended his stay in the dream before time had expired. What a pity that the sedative hadn't been too strong. He could have seen limbo for the first time. Since then, Eames didn't say anything bad in front of her in dream, but the reality was different. He still couldn't learn it. Probably he was using the fact that Ariadne couldn't shoot him here. Although he had no guarantee.
"Maybe, but I'm more of an angel." Arthur let go of her and folded his arms across his chest.
"Convince me."
She stared at him and her head started to immediately invent defense of this claim. The reasons supporting the idea that she was an angel. He stared at her the same way, looking forward to what he will hear. It was interesting that suddenly her words ran out.
"So..." She began and cleared her throat, as a sign of the seriousness of justification.
"...As you said, I'm small, smart and beautiful angel who is able to invent an entire city..."
The fingers of her right hand were counting the advantages and now Arthur noticed that only the pinkie wasn't standing. However, no other angelic attributes came up to her mind and so her head tilted to the left side and eyes focused upward, apparently for help from the heavens, whence she reportedly had come.
"...Then... I have a halo above my head which you can't see..."
All five fingers were now standing at attention and she prepared her left hand for continue. Arthur smiled slightly, thinking that her halo was real. He watched her still but after a moment of silence he tried to encourage her.
"I'm waiting."
"Shhh." She shushed him, her expression was still focused upwards to the night sky. He had seen this many times, absolute concentration at the problem and effort to solve it.
"...I have magical powers, because I can see into human subconscious... I'm cute ..."
Another true reasons which immortalized her in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more it was true. Maybe she was witch, but only for Forger who deserved it. It really didn't matter what she considered right, he saw it anytime and anywhere. Even now, in dimness between lights, her beauty was shining. Angel who managed to lift him with a mere smile. His eyes also saw the inside uniqueness. How would Eames said, weird word for the robot with cold heart who didn't know what a joy was. Although her eyes were glued to the dark sky, no more other angelic traits. Instead, a reason for her nonexistence appeared.
"But..." this realization caused a sigh, "...I don't have wings so I can't fly."
Her eyes looked into his. Arthur still had a faint smile on lips, her childishness was apparently funny, at least she thought it. However when he heard this argument, his eyes turned upward. This time he was thinking. But the conclusion was clear. She had wings, she just didn't know about them. How else she could take Arthur away from hell which he experienced whenever he was without her? Only woman named Ariadne could do that. The daughter of King Minos of Crete and Pasiphaë. She had helped Theseus to escape from the Minotaur's labyrinth by giving him a ball of thread, which he unraveled as he went in and used to trace his way out again after killing the Minotaur. She had done great things in the past and the present was no exception. It was enough to show she was capable of flying. How he will do that? After a moment their eyes met again. The answer was ready, but solution didn't appear so quickly. She didn't dare to say anything, she was waiting for his voice. Nonetheless, he saw a wooden bench with backrest behind her. A common thing in the park which led to the genius idea.
"I don't think so."
He noticed her raised eyebrows from incomprehension. When suddenly Arthur took her hands, astonishment increased, but also curiosity was in her. What he had in mind? Together they came to the bench, where he spoke.
"Stand on this." Now she was lost and uncertain completely.
"Why?"
"Stand on this."
This time she did so and his hands helped her up. Fortunately the bench was safe and standing wasn't a problem. How Ariadne then found out, it was the first time when she was taller than him. The bench added a few extra centimeters and the outlook was much better, but when he grabbed her thighs, she realized in what position they were. His head was beneath hers, and although there wasn't really much light, her eyes met his. Intimate moment caused that they lost ability to speak. The silence had different meaning than before. This wasn't forced or awkward silence. No, this was necessary silence which strengthened the seriousness of their proximity. It was probably too late and they should go home, sleep and prepare for this morning, but now it wasn't possible. They couldn't go, and neither of them wanted.
Perhaps her imagination made fun of her, but she felt the golden bishop in her pocket. The reality was more than amazing, and because her body already knew no inhibitions, she placed her hands on his face. He closed eyes due of this touch. Arthur gave up, she gained power over him completely. His soul belonged to angel now. Woman who was able to change him into another person. He had never felt her so close, but it was certainly for the first time when he was broken by the desire to have her. No room was between them, he wanted such state forever. But was it possible? Dreamshare was dangerous world which had showed him cruel consequences. Utter destruction of man. Although, nothing in the world was the same. She wasn't Mal, he wasn't Cobb. Even Arthur would die tonight, this moment was worth it. She was worth it. He loved her.
Why hadn't she noticed it before? Did she realize the main reason until now? His eyes were closed, reminding hurtful condition. It looked as if he... her fear confirmed it. All had started 9 months ago in the hotel lobby. Quick, give me a kiss. At that moment, the feeling had appeared. Now it was even stronger and actually it was growing stronger every second. Finally she understood his eyes which she adored. But the whole Point Man was exceptional. Each of his attributes, whether it was good or bad, meant perfection. Wait, she had to see his eyes again and so her thumbs caressed his cheeks. She didn't want him to be somewhere else, he had to stay with her. He had to be with her. It was clear right at the beginning. She loved him.
Arthur was back, alive. Thank God that his eyes again were looking into hers. So gentle, so precious. On the other hand, he was stunned. How was it possible that she was even more beautiful than before? But her expression as if had signs of fear.
"Arthur..." she whispered, her angelic voice. He smiled because he realized why she was standing on the bench. He wanted to prove something.
"Are you ready to fly?" He whispered too. Her fear vanished but incomprehension reappeared.
"What do you mean?"
Immediately after this question he grasped her with both arms around her thighs just below the buttocks and lifted her into the air, additionally he took a few steps back so she was now above the ground. Another attribute which she had forgotten to mention. She was light as a feather. Ariadne was terrified and her hands touched his shoulders. Both upper limbs wanted to stop this act or rather they caught something for the stability.
"Oh my..." The fear engulfed her completely and he knew it too, because she started to move in his arms, desiring to get back down.
"Relax. I am holding you." He assured her with a smile on his face. She glanced at him again. His voice was soothing, she could trust him. Her body ceased to defend.
"Look up." He encouraged her. Why? Was that important? Even though she saw no reason, she did it.
Suddenly, everything changed. Her eyes saw only darkness above her and a few stars penetrating through street lights. Legs felt nothing solid beneath her and... Wow. It was strange and scary, but at the same time... it was exciting and beautiful. Fear was replaced by unfamiliar feeling of joy, which she never had had before. It was state, which she always wanted. Be a bird, be an angel. ANGEL. She truly was an angel. That exceptional creature who was able to spread wings and soar into the sky. Ariadne let go of his shoulders and raised her arms in the air. Now she was prepared for the journey and luckily the wings were strong enough carrying her. She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling free. Arthur realized that now she trusted him completely. Now he was her drive, keeping her in the heights. He slowly began to spin round. Angel in his arms felt a light breeze on the face, in hair, on hands. She was flying even faster. To where? She didn't know, but the important thing was that she was moving forward. Fresh air from the heights got into her lungs, beneath her the ground was running like water in a stream, birds were flying beside her as her best friends. All this she was experiencing as an angel thanks to...
Nobody knew how much time passed, but Arthur's arms didn't have divine power to hold her forever, so he reduced the pace of rotation until his body again was in steady position. Now he had to put the superhuman being back on the ground with the greatest care. Her wings were very fragile and they couldn't be broken by carelessness. And probably they would never heal into original condition and beauty. Ariadne realized that she started to fall and so she opened her eyes, her face looked down and her hands were back on his shoulders. Before long, her feet touched the ground. But at that moment the uncomfortable feeling appeared which every normal person (including him) had after such movement. Head and especially eyes were still spinning round, wanting to continue. And if he hadn't held her, the body would have gone in the same direction. Ariadne grabbed her forehead and closed eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Arthur was also in the same condition, but mainly he was worried. Show her abilities wasn't probably such a good idea. Point Man woke up in him again. It took a while before the world stopped spin for her, but finally she spoke.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sure the first flight is hell for every angel." Arthur laughed and his arms automatically pulled her closer.
"Don't worry. You'll get used to it." This time she laughed, her hand was still clutching the forehead for sure. At least for a while.
"So now you believe?" He continued.
Ariadne opened eyes and her hand moved from her forehead on his chest. Believe in him or in herself? Believe in Arthur, who had proved that she was an extraordinary woman with wings? Believe in the love or the state of lightness? Maybe it was all but maybe it wasn't any of these options. Now it was important not to make a mistake in the following seconds. However, the start was good. The other hand was still on his shoulder, he was holding her around the waist. Both didn't want to let go. It was electrifying feeling to have connected bodies. Amazing feeling. Wonderful feeling, which they adored. The silence was still around them. It was the same moment as before, because again the silence added to the intensity and passion. Nonetheless, this time their eyes were doing something else. Both brown pairs were alternating in two positions. Eyes, mouth. Eyes, mouth. Eyes, mouth. Arthur and Ariadne didn't realize it, but their heads were slowly approaching to each other, wanting the same. Bodies now were controlling their moves and they didn't protest.
"Well well well. Who do we have here?"
The voice was like a cold shower in a hot summer. The voice cut through the silence like an explosion of dynamite. When Point Man and Architect looked at violator, their hearts almost froze with fear. A man in a black leather jacket and dark trousers with a balaclava on his face was standing near them. However, the scariest thing was in his right hand. A gun, which was aiming at them, ready to shoot.
I know. I know. The scene with "flying" looks like from Titanic. But Arthur and Ariadne can experience such moment also, right? :) Do you like first chapter?