Just a story I thought up after watching Inception.
Disclaimer: Inception doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the genius Christopher Nolan.
Wake Me Up If It's a Dream
Ariadne and Arthur were in a dream together. Ariadne was showing him the mazes she had created for their next job which was in a few days.
Arthur could barely think of the maze, especially when Ariadne was standing this close to him. He could smell her minty breath and her scarf flapped in the wind he created with his subconscious. She was beautiful and he wanted her all to himself, but he'd never tell anyone that. Maybe it was time to ask if maybe she returned his affections.
He looked at her, "Ariadne, do you… have a crush on someone?" He asked, kicking himself mentally for saying such a juvenile thing.
To his immense surprise she replied without a hint of mockery in her voice, "I do. What brought this question on?" She asked, smiling.
He shrugged, "Just curious. Describe him to me." He said, his eyes locked on Ariadne's brown eyes. He realized they had almost minuscule flecks of gold, making them sparkle every time she turned towards a light source.
She grinned and giggle, "Well, he has the most beautiful brown eyes." She said.
He thought for a moment… Eames had green eyes, so it wasn't him… he had dark brown eyes, they were practically black and weren't very beautiful, so it must not have been him. Maybe he could wear contacts, no, that would be strange.
"Go on." He urged, hoping the dream wouldn't end before she finished.
"He's extremely organized… in fact, I'd say he's perfect." She continued.
He was organized, but not today, he thought. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms and his hair wasn't slicked back today, therefore he thought it was messy unlike every other day when it was gelled back without a hair out of place. He hated being unorganized, it never did anything to help anyone and it was his job to be organized.
He realized that the man she was talking about wasn't him. Disappointment spread over him like a wave. But he still wanted to know who this mystery man was. Perhaps he could change her mind.
"Please, continue." He said.
She laughed, "He um… he wears three-piece suits almost every day." She said.
He wore three piece suits, he thought. Finally, one similarity at last.
She smiled, continuing without waiting for him, "He… hates someone he works with but I know he's lying." She said.
He hated Eames but he just pretended… maybe…. no, he wouldn't dare think it was him. He looked down at his leather shoes and sighed.
"Give up?" Ariadne asked.
Arthur sighed, "Yes… yes I do." He murmured.
"Positive?" She asked.
Arthur nodded and looked back at her,
She giggled, the sound was beautiful, "It's you." She said.
He didn't respond. Ariadne waved a hand in front of his face, "Arthur."
She… had a crush on him. Arthur. What's with him and the word crush? Maybe it was the only word that could really express what he thought about Ariadne.
He still couldn't move.
Ariadne decided to take the next step. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his hard.
He flinched then responded in the way Ariadne dreamed he would. He fastened his arms around her waist and kissed her with all the bent-up passion he'd been withholding from his calm, cool surface.
They both pulled away when they ran out of oxygen.
Ariadne looked at him, "Arthur, do you have feelings for me?" She asked, hopeful.
Arthur smiled, "I… yes." He said, preferring not to ramble on about how much she meant to him.
Ariadne smiled, "Thank goodness." She said.
Arthur laughed and pressed her lips to his one last time before the dream ended.
Ariadne jolted awake, "Did that just happen?" She asked, turning to Arthur as he got out of his lawn chair and walked over to the open silver briefcase.
She noticed a small smile on his face as he replied, "Yes it did." He said, turning his head to look at her.
She grinned, "Good."
FIN