Just Sex

Summary: Ariadne doesn't want a boyfriend. Arthur didn't want a liability. But they wanted each other, one way or another.

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day!

I think this really goes under the Parody genre. Because we all know the story, two friends can't have casual sex without there being feelings... It's only a matter of them reacting to it. Will they fall in love or not? Saito and Yusuf unfortunately probably won't make an appearance. Cobb will make a cameo or two. Eames will definitely be in this. Plus a handful of OCs. No Mary Sues though.

Rated M: Debating if I should throw in a lemon somewhere.


Chapter One: What Happens in Vegas…

"So when are you guys eloping darling?" Ariadne nearly choked on her drink as her coworker Eames raised an eyebrow. It's been five years since the whole Fischer inception. Since then, Cobb retired, Yusuf returned to Mombasa, and Saito became the lead powerhouse of energy in the world. Though Saito had paid each of them enough to live a comfortable life, Eames and Arthur partnered up to make a new extraction team. Ariadne joined after her graduation two years ago. Now, half a decade later, the three of them were sitting in a bar in Vegas after a successful extraction job. They chose to spend some time in Vegas to take a break and relax.

"What nonsense are you spewing?" The girl caught her breath. Eames sent her an amused look. There were in a bar/club on the strip.

"You and Mr. Stick in the Mud, when's the wedding?" Ariadne glanced over to Arthur who was on the other side of the bar trying to catch the attention of the bartender.

"First of all, you know Arthur and I aren't dating—"

"Of course not, because if you were, you guys would be shagging instead of gazing lovingly into each others."

"Shut up."

"Oh come on darling. We're in Vegas. Let's find a chapel so you two could get marry and finally shag each other." She leaned over the circular table and punched him over the table.

"Eames! Shut the hell up! I don't like Arthur! At all! Plus relationships are stupid and I never want to be in one again." He feigned hurt.

"I'm just trying to help love! It's so goddamn annoying."

"What's goddamn annoying?" Arthur arrived to the table placing a beer in front of Eames while sipping on his own.

"Nothing." Ariadne answered hastily. Eames chugged a good portion of his drink.

"Bloody hell." The Brit cried. He scanned the bar. He found a good looking blonde eying him.

"I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm gonna get myself shagged." With a nod to the two, Eames was on his way. Ariadne rolled her eyes and finished the rest of her drink.

"You want another one?" Arthur asked. She looked up to the suave Point Man and smiled.

"No, I'm good." Suddenly she felt a hand in her shoulder. Confused, she turned to Arthur who had both hands in front of him and looked just as confused as the girl. Ariadne looked up and saw a stunning blonde male staring back down on her.

"Hey there." He smiled broadly taking Ariadne's breath away. Arthur shot him a jealous glare.

"Uh hi?" She half asked, half said.

"I'm Greyson."

"Ariadne."

"Oh, like the Greek myth, right?" Ariadne smiled back in surprise.

"Yeah, you know of it?"

"Yeah, I love Greek mythology."

"That's cool."

"Yeah real interesting," interrupted Arthur. Ariadne looked at her forgotten coworker.

"Oh this is Arthur."

"Hey man," Greyson held out his hand. Arthur shook it quickly.

"You Ariadne's brother?"

"Cowor-" "Boyfriend." Arthur interjected as he snakes his arm around. Ariadne's waist and kissed her temple. Greyson's eyes widened.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to hit on your girlfriend man." Arthur smirked taking a sip of his beer.

"It's all good." Greyson frowned.

"Should've spoke up soon friend. It was nice to meet you Ariadne." She smiled and waved him off. When he was lost in the crowd, she pushed the Point Man off of her.

"What was that?" Arthur shrugged drinking his beer.

"Just protecting you from that creep." Ariadne laughed.

"You jealous freak." She teased. He rolled his eyes at her.

"Thanks… I guess." She attempted to sip on her drink before realizing it was empty.

"You sure you don't want another one." She shook her head.

"Nah, give me a sip of yours." She grabbed the bottle from his hands. He glared at her playfully, but let her take it. She swallowed the remaining portion of the bottle and slammed it down on the table.

"Wooooo, let's dance." She grinned up at him. He raised his eyebrows in amusement before holding his hand out. She happily took it as they made their way through the dance floor. She led the way, stopping in the middle of the dance floor. He spun her around before coming up behind her and placing his hands on her hips. He pulled her close as the two of them started to sway to the fast beat music.

"Lemme throw it back a bit, with some Chris Brown." The DJ announced as the tempo died down a little bit as Chris Brown's sultry voice blasted from the speakers all over the club.

"Here we are, all alone in this room." Ariadne bent forward slightly, her bum pressing against his crotch. The usual stoic man clenched his eyes shut, pushing himself closer into her body. The architect threw her head back, landing on her head on his chest. He ran his hands up and down her side.

"Arthur," she moaned. His ears perked up and smirked. He ran his lips down her neck not kissing her… yet. Shivers shot down her spine as she brought her arms up and weaved her fingers through his perfect slicked back hair. He leaned forward and captured her lips into his. Time stopped as the kiss heated up. She spun, not breaking the kiss, to face him. She kept both hands in his hair, massaging his scalp, and messing up his hair. He on the other hand kept one hand on the back of her neck while the other slid down her back. He grabbed a handful of her ass. She gasped against his lips. He smirked again, squeezing her bum once more before claiming her lips again.

Suddenly, she was jerked back as another couple bumped into them. Angry, Ariadne turned to them.

"Hey Buddy! I'm trying to get some here!" The girl stared at her with an incredulous look.

"Get a room!" The guy sneered at her. The petite women scowled and was about to pounce on him when Arthur pulled her back.

"Let's go somewhere else." Arthur whispered into her ear. With one last glare at the couple, she let Arthur drag her out of the club. His hand slid from her elbow to her hand. His grip was tight as he took her to the noisy casino. He stopped and faced her.

"Where to now milady?" She looked up at him and smiled.

"Let's just go back to the suite." She said slyly walking away from him. She purposely swayed her hips. Her swaying enticed him to stare at her ass as she walked—which he did.

After hailing a cab, where they made out heavily in the backseat, the two made it back to the villa in Caesar's Palace where the three of them were staying for the weekend. Though, they could've sprung for the most expensive suite without a problem, their suite only had two rooms. One room contained two king size beds in which the Point Man and Forger shared to their dismay. Though, it seemed Arthur wasn't going to spend the night in that room.

Once they got to the suite, Ariadne torn off her heels and launched herself onto Arthur. He happily obliged as he carried the girl into her room. Upon their entrance to her room, he dropped her onto the bed. She looked up slyly at him, biting her lower lips. He stood at the foot of the bed and removed his jacket, tossing it on the ground. Then he unbuttoned his vest. She got on her knees on the bed and crawled over to him. She hastily tried to help him open his shirt and ended up ripping some of the buttons off.

"Shit, you're going to pay for that." She gave him a cheeky grin.

"I've been a bad girl," she purred. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off of her.

"Looks like someone's going to have to punish you." A glint of lust flashed through his eyes before pinning her down on the bed.