Author's Note: why hello there! I have been extremely obsessed with Inception as of late, and felt the need to write FanFiction for it. A perfectly natural response, if you ask me….

And who could forget how perfectly perfect Arthur and Ariadne are together? Not me, that's for sure. This won't be a terribly long story, but I can't promise that it won't give you the Inception Addiction bug. So here it is, please enjoy my hardcore, very fluffy shipping of these two. As always, reviews are very welcome. Much obliged,

-phantomcat97

P.S. do people actually read these things?

Chapter One: The Phone Call

A month since the Fischer job. That's how long it had been. And Ariadne had no trouble admitting that she was beginning to get antsy. Of course, there had been a unanimous agreement for everyone on the team; that there would be no contact to one and another for at least three weeks after the job. Now it had been a month, and Ariadne was getting antsy.

Dom, Yusuf, even Eames. She wanted to hear from them all. Wanted to know if there was going to be another job in her future. Wanted to know if there was going to be a certain Point Man in her future. Arthur. Ariadne missed him terribly. After the team had parted ways at the airport, all she could think about was what had happened down on the second level of the dream.

"Quick…Give me a kiss."

The words echoed across her mind, day and night. She knew there was no helping it, the more she tried not to think about it, the more she did think about it. Ariadne also knew that there wasn't a chance that Arthur felt the same way. She could hardly imagine him getting involved with a co-worker, much less a co-worker like herself-just the lowly Architect. No, he was much too professional for that. In his perfectly tailored suits, with his warm, brown eyes, the way he smiled softly at her…

Stop it! Right now! she thought, upset with herself for not being able to let it go. The kiss was exactly what Arthur had intended it to be: a distraction, and nothing more.

Ariadne sat one night on her couch, absently twiddling her totem between her fingers while she stared off into space, thinking. Imagine her surprise when she was hit with a sudden realization. "Oh, fuck," she muttered out loud. "I've fallen in love with him."

Moments later, her cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Ariadne. Do you have a minute to talk?" The voice on the other end of the line most definitely belonged to the one person she did not want to speak to at the moment. Did the universe really hate her that much?

"Of course, Arthur." Wait, that wasn't what she wanted to say. Damn it! Even when she couldn't see him, he still had total control over her brain. "Actually, hang on a second. First I want to talk to you. Where have you been? I mean, it's been more than a week since I was supposed to hear from you guys! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"That's actually why I called. I was in meetings all of last week. We have a new client. It's only an extraction job this time, but we're still going to need you."

A new job. This was perfect! No… This was terrible. How could she work with Arthur again so closely, and not have her heart broken? In the end, her desire to dream (and to see Arthur) again won out.

"I'm in." she stated willingly.

"Great. Are you still in Paris by any chance?"

"Yes."

"Even better. Our warehouse is still there, which is the perfect place to set up shop. I'm booking a plane ticket as we speak, and I should be in Paris by morning." said Arthur.

The thought of seeing him again made her heart flutter. "What about Cobb, Eames and Yusuf?"

"Dom is home with his kids, and will be until next week. Eames is also gone for the week, tailing the target. As for Yusuf, I contacted him about the job, but he's busy, so he'll fly in two or three days before the extraction."

"Oh. Just you and me, then." said Ariadne, trying not to sound too pleased.

Arthur chuckled softly. "Apparently. I actually have something for us to keep busy with, but I'll tell you more about it when I get there tomorrow."

"Sounds good. See you then."

"Bye, Ariadne."

"Bye, Arthur."

After she hung up the phone, she couldn't help but feel excited. Too excited for her own good, really. It was getting fairly late, so she decided to go to bed. Ariadne found herself unable to fall asleep (kind of ironic, really), and clicked her bedside lamp on. A brass chess piece sat upright on the table-her totem. Carefully, she flicked it, watching as it fell on its side. Not dreaming, she thought with a sigh. She couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Author's Note: you better be reading this! It's not a very long, or eventful chapter, I know. But, it will get better, and there will be far more fluffiness in chapters coming. Oh yes, that is something I can assure you of.