A/N: This is just a quick little one-shot of what Ariadne was thinking during/after that kiss in Inception. Review please(:
Arthur and I sit on a couch in the hotel, projections staring at us as they hustle past. "What's happening?" I ask, uncomfortable. I don't like people staring at me. I'm scared, but since Arthur is there I'm not as scared as I normally would be.
"His subconscious is looking for the dreamer...me," he tells me, in his all-business voice. "Quick, give me a kiss," he says quickly.
Without thinking, I jump at the chance and give him a quick peck on the lips. Then I look around. "They're still looking at us," I stupidly point out.
"Yeah, it was worth a shot," he says. It sounds like there's a smirk on his lips, but I don't turn to look.
Was it really, though? I mean, sure a distraction might get them to stop looking for him, but just a small kiss? Something in me is telling me that it wouldn't have worked no matter what.
Hah, who am I trying to kid? I don't care. He kissed me! I feel like I'm in high school again or something. I feel warmth creeping onto my cheeks. Crap, I'm blushing! I keep looking away from Arthur so he doesn't see the blush. Oh man, I like Arthur. Like he would like me back! Besides he would probably just bring up Cobb and Mal, say how dangerous it is, and walk away. He's always thinking about the job. At least, he seems like that type of guy. Eames does always call him a "stuck in the mud" or says that Arthur has a "stick up his arse". And I know it's an insult but I always laugh because his accent makes it sound like elegant.
All of a sudden the memory of Arthur kissing me comes into my memory and I stifle a giggle. The blush keeps back onto my cheeks. I don't even want to know what Arthur's expression is of me right now. I still keep staring straight in front of me.
I fidget uncomfortably in my seat. I never did like suit-skirt things. And I feel weird without a scarf on. Wow, today really is just a messed up day, huh?