Just a Dream

A/N at the bottom.

Enjoy.

She shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong; wrong for everyone involved, but it's what she wants- no needs. She needs this and he knows that. That was why he was doing it. He was doing it because he loved her.

Ariadne looks over at him sheepishly. They're in a made-up hotel room in a dream she created and Dom is sitting on the bed staring back at her, willing her to walk to him with his heated gaze.

She walks slowly to him and he looks her over, taking her in. She's a vision of heaven in nothing but a short silk gown, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, and her cheeks flushed. He takes her hands and pulls her into his lap. He leans in close and drinks in her warm brown eyes.

"I love you," he whispers, and kisses her softly.

She kisses him back and pulls him close, running her hands in his hair. She presses her tongue against his lips and he opens his mouth to let her slip it in, a moan escaping as he does so. While they kiss, she moves about to straddle him like she's done so many times before.

His hands rub up her thighs and the combination his calloused hands on her and the feel of the fabric of his dress pants makes her moan and shiver. Her moan, along with the discovery as his hands inch higher that she indeed isn't wearing anything but the gown, sends an ache and a tug through his body.

Smirking against her lips, he moves a hand down across her inner thigh and between her already spread legs.

"Dom!" She gasps, pulling back and gripping his shoulders when his fingers rub against her. Still, she spreads her legs wider by shifting her knees on the bed.

"Someone's eager tonight," he whispers huskily, rubbing her again making squeal.

"Don't stop," She breathes.

She bucks her hips against his hand and he moves his fingers faster. He groans when she bucks again, her hips grinding against his own in an attempt to press against his fingers. She moans louder and buries her face in his shoulder when he slips one of those fingers into her. Dom parts his own legs slightly to slide her down and away from him, giving him more room to move.

"Jesus, Dom," She yelps when he adds another finger.

Another minute and she cries out into his shoulder, clenching around him. He removes his fingers and lets her catch her breath. She finally sits up after a moment and smirks at him. She shoves him back onto his elbows and she works on his shirt, trailing kisses as she undoes buttons.

Once his shirt is undone, she slides off his legs and stands in front of him. Bending forward, she slowly undoes his trousers while keeping her eyes connected with his. She presses her palm up against him, making him snap his eyes shut and hiss.

She giggles mischievously and yanks his pants down. He lifts his hips as she pulls them off. Biting her lip and staring back at him, she kneels in front of him and strokes him with her hand, making him throw his head back and groan. She strokes him again but his hand grabs her own and moves it away.

"Not tonight," he breathes.

He sits up, throws off his shirt, and picks her up to place her on the bed.

"And why not?" She asks as he climbs over her.

"Don't ask questions," he mumbles, kissing her neck and pushing up her gown.

"If you insist," she sighs hazily.

He pushes up her gown further and she lifts up her arms to let him slide it off her. A breathy moan escapes his lips as his eyes scan over her, trying to memorize the sight of her spread out below him.

"Dom?" She asks smirking, snapping him from his thoughts.

He leans in and kisses her deeply, on hand propping him up and the other massaging it's away up her body. Ariadne moans and shuffles her legs as his hand lingers on her breast and he breaks away, kissing his way down to the other.

"Dom," she repeats over and over.

She starts rubbing her hands in his hair while pleasure shoots through her body. Then she rubs her legs together again and they graze him, sending his own jolt of pleasure coursing through him.

He can't hold himself back any longer; he lets her go and nudges her legs. They fall open on their own and he maneuvers himself to lie between her.

"Please," She whispers and that's all he needs to hear.

He reaches between them and slides into her, moans loudly escaping both their mouths. He gives her a second to let her relax before he slowly pulls back and pushes back again, testing the waters. She moans and pushes up her hips to meet him and he takes it as a sign to keep going.

Dom moves slow, whispering in her ear how beautiful she is and how much he loves her and he kisses her softly. His words fill her heart and his kisses fuel the fire he set coursing through her.

Soon, they're moving faster in a harmonious rhythm building up pleasure. One more kiss and a heated whisper is all it takes and she falls apart, crying out his name. Her cries and the feel of her clenching around her send him tumbling after her. He collapses, propped on his elbows to keep from completely crashing onto her. He pulls out and she moans softly at the loss.

They lay there, entangled in each other while they catch their breath. He shifts off her and holds her. He kisses the top of her head and that does it. Guilt washes over her and Ariadne can't hold it in any longer. She rolls over away from him and buries her face into the pillow while she cries.

It tears his heart out and he has so much he wants to tell her. He wants to tell her it's alright; that he doesn't mind. He wants to tell her that this doesn't make her a bad person. However, all he can do is wrap his arm around her and hold her while she cries. Because it does matter; he does mind; this does make her a bad person.

But he loves her and if slipping into a dream to pretend to be someone he's not is what it takes to be with her; to make her happy; then Eames would pretend till the day he died.

God. This has to be the saddest thing I've ever written and that's saying something... However, as many stories, once it gets in my head I have to write it.

Don't hate me too much.

Thanks for reading.