As you all know, I'm not Christopher Nolan in disguise, and Inception does not belong to me.
The team were in England, devising a plan to extract information from Alfonzetti, one of the richest men in Britain. They had been hired by none other than Interpol, to see if they could trace the origins of his money, since rumors had circulated that it was from child slavery or drug trafficking. They had hired a new warehouse that already contained most of the furniture they already needed. Ariadne was delighted to see couches in lieu of lawn chairs, a kitchenette and an old punching bag. It was far more lived in and had life in it. Each member claimed an area and they got to work.
Ariadne still turned to Arthur for advice or final decisions on her work. It was an old habit that puzzled and annoyed her. Of course, he was also the team leader since Cobb had left. But Ariadne didn't want to rely on him, especially since they had never come to terms with what had happened on the second level of the Fischer job. She had had enough of games and hot and cold and being treated like she meant nothing. She was going to challenge him. She was going to teach him a lesson.
Ariadne came in early one morning, coffee in hand, only to realize that she was not alone. Arthur's coat was draped across the back of his chair. A familiar dull thudding reverberated through the place. Ariadne put her things down and went to investigate. She was astonished by what she found.
Arthur was training, taking a turn on the punching bag around the corner. He had clearly planned ahead, since for the first time in Ariadne's memory, he was wearing sweatpants and a wife beater. His hands and feet were bare, no gloves. Ariadne watched him work the punch bag effortlessly, his lean form all wired, the new muscles uncovered by his work out clothes. And the biceps, lord, the biceps.
Arthur stopped his reps and steadied the bag, breathing heavy. Ariadne decided to make her presence known.
"Nice style." She commented in the most casual manner she could muster.
He glanced over his shoulder and flashed his usual smirk. "Thanks."
"Didn't know you boxed."
"I did. I do."
Ariadne blinked in surprise, then grinned. "Verse me?"
He scoffed. "No."
His response fueled her fiery reaction. "Why not? Scared I'll beat you?"
"Ariadne, its not wise – "
"Oh come on, Arthur, you've read my file, you know I took martial arts for a while." She stripped off her jacket and flicked her hair behind her shoulders."Too chicken to verse me?"
She knew she was testing his nerves from the way his jaw was set. She decided to test his patience.
When he started to walk away, she caught hold of his wrist and pinned his arm behind his back.
"Come on, Arthur," She murmured in his ear. "You know better than to turn your back to your opponent."
Suddenly she found herself against the concrete wall, pinned either side by Arthurs arms. He took in the look on her face, torn between shock, amusement and something else. He had to fight the urge to lean in that inch and brutally catch her lips with his. Instead, he leaned in closer and breathed harshly into her ear.
"I've read your file, Ariadne, but have you read mine? I've done things that would make your hair curl. I've done things that would make you keep the lights on at night. I'm a killer, Ariadne." He felt her shiver underneath him. "So don't try and play with me. I might stop being a gentleman."
He paused there, teeth almost catching her ear lobe, still ragged breaths brushing hair from her face. Their bodies arched towards each other for a split second, like magnets, before Arthur wrenched himself away, storming off, leaving Ariadne dazed.
Hello,
This is just an idea I had for a darker Arthur/Ariadne story...
Most likely will change the rating from T to M as the story progresses.
Now, this is the first time I've ever written anything like this, so comments and reviews are incredibly helpful and would make my year (even though its only February).
More to come, this is just a short teaser.
Light-and-Smoke
ps. Help for what category I should place it under as this progresses? Or even a new name for the story?