Title: A Tide of Unsophisticated Song

Author: Caitlyn

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Ariadne/Arthur

A/N: This is a mini -fill for a prompt over at the inception kink meme on Livejournal. I am working on a longer more fleshed out version of this prompt so keep an eye out.

Summary: Renaissance AU. Arthur is a renowned painter, and Ariadne is the saucy peasant girl so vibrant he must have her as his muse.


His hand drags the brush along the canvas making a artificial match to her beauty which he wishes he can capture in essence. She says maybe he can; she will just have to come over everyday until he gets it right. He doesn't tell her no, so she takes it as a yes. She returns and he paints... and paints and paints. Drawings and paintings of her are decorating every surface. There is just this spark in her eyes he can't seem to get just right.

He moves closer, places his hand under her chin, tilts her face toward the window. The bright sun catches her face and she closes her eyes. The light glides over her pale features and she is luminescent, almost ethereal.

He steps back and tries again and again until she can't possibly stand still any longer. She moves just an inch and he stops what he is doing. He goes to return her to previous pose, reaching for her face again but she strikes with a speed and agility he didn't know a human being, let alone one of the fairer sex, could be capable of.

His wrist is held tightly within her small grip. He had the strength to remove himself from her, if he wanted but he doesn't. He stares at her, not moving, just watching, waiting to see what she does next. She brings his palm to her mouth and places a warm kiss upon it.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes, flirtatious yet somehow keeping that innocence about her that she is supposed to maintain. She places his hand on the small of her back and brings their bodies closer. She pauses to see if this is okay.

When he does not protest, she grabs his face with both hands and brings his mouth to hers in a kiss. A first kiss of many because as of yet he had still not finished her portrait.