Okay, here is the dealio. I'm going to do a 5 chapter songfic for Arthur and Ariadne, each time I'm going to choose a totally random song from my iPod shuffle and try to work with it. I'm a huge fan of Inception and the Arthur/Ariadne shipping is the only one I really like. I'm going to have to upload it in parts because unfortunately school has to come first and I can only write when I have spare time (and when I'm in the mood) :P I hope you enjoy, reviews are greatly appriceated.

PS. For people who are following my For the Love of a Lady fanfic, I'm really sorry but I've lost inspiration for it! I go through weird phases. If I ever get back into it I'll add chapters.

Sweet Dreams – Beyonce Knowles (I know, how weird? Complete fluke that this came up)

Clouds fill with stars cover your skies

And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby

What kind of dream is this?


Ariadne closed her eyes as the soft water cascaded over her feet. It was the perfect temperature; not painfully cold, but cool enough to give her a delicious shiver up her spine. As the sea water hissed softly, she massaged her feet into the wet sand and waited. He'd be here soon.

As if on queue, she felt two strong arms encircle her waist from behind and pull her gently backwards. She smiled softly and tried to sound reserved.

"You took your time," she muttered, gazing out at the black sea.

"Mmmm," was Arthur's muffled reply as he pushed his face into her hair. It smelled like salt.

"I had to make sure the warehouse was secure, didn't I? We don't want any un expected visitors like last time, do we?" Arthur questioned her playfully.

Ariadne giggled softly and turned in his arms to face him. "I don't think we could get away with the late night training story again," she said flashing him a smile.

His eyes creased at the corners when he smiled back, making her want to kiss his little laughter wrinkles.

"So, why a beach?" Arthur asked curiously, examining their surroundings.

"Because there aren't any beaches in Paris," she answered wistfully. "And besides, how else would I get to see you in your trunks?" she eyed him mischievously.

He chuckled, but stopped abruptly when he saw the determent glint in her eye. "No," he said simply.

"Oh, come on, it's nothing I haven't seen before," she teased, beginning to loosen his belt.

"Anything but that, Ari…" He whined, trying to catch her small hands in his big ones. "Lets do something else," he pleaded, applying wet kisses along her neck in the hope of distracting her attention from his stiff tailored trousers.

"No chance," she declared. "Were going swimming."

He looked into her eyes and sighed. He couldn't deny her anything.

The large ghostly moon dominated the blackened sky, its light dancing on the top of the gently moving water. As they waded through the shallows, Arthur felt for Ariadne's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm only doing this because I love you," he said in a somber tone.

"Stop complaining and you might even enjoy yourself," Ariadne scolded him playfully, but squeezed his hand back all the same.

As the water crept to their torsos, Arthur bent his lean legs and pulled Ariadne to straddle him as they swayed with the currents that Ariande wouldn't allow to grow into waves.

And there, under the starry sky and the un-naturally big moon, Arthur and Ariadne got a perfect night sleep.