Lust & Leverage
Warning Erotica.
1.
~ She watched Cobb disappear in the crowded airport. His face looking hopeful and happy for the first time since she meat him. As though a terrible weight had been lifted from him.
Ariadne felt good. Tired, but good. It was odd how after sleeping for over ten hours, she still felt exhausted. Maybe all the days of relentless planning, worrying and work had finally taken it's toll on her body.
"Let me get that for you." a deep voice was saying close to her as she tried to reach for her bag.
She had been trying to push through the baggage claim, but the people in the airport were not very accommodating. They refused to budge an inch till they had their cumbersome luggage, always more than they needed, with them.
She turned slightly, and already knew Arthur was by her side, reaching for her simple travel bag. His long body hinged effortlessly and reached with a certain kind of grace she wasn't used to seeing in a man. His fingers caught the strap of her bag and lifted the heavy thing as though it were nothing.
A large woman rudely bumped into her and sent her strait into the Point Man's chest. Arthur's arm wrapping around her as if her sudden off balance was welcome and expected.
"Sorry." she muttered slightly and took advantage of smelling the aftershave that still clung to the expensive suit he wore for the trip.
"It's okay." he said and held her bag in his other hand.
Like some kind of protector, Arthur kept his arm around her as the crowd of people intensified and flocked around the luggage carousel.
"Is this your only bag?" he questioned. His face pulling into a scowl.
"Of course." she laughed.
'Who would need more than one bag?' she thought as he guided her out of the mass of people.
"Can you wait for me? The attendants have my luggage." he explained.
Ariadne didn't understand as she watched the Point Man push an airport trolly to a very pretty attendant with perfectly styled blond hair. She smiled at him as they spoke in low voices, then looked at her computer. Smiled again, took a small ticket from him and handed over no less than three pieces of beautiful luggage.
Ariadne almost laughed at the idea that Arthur had more clothing than she did, but bit her lip hard instead.
"What was that about?" she asked as he pushed the luggage trolly back to her. His hands quick to take her bag from her and place it gently on top.
"I always reserve seating for my luggage." Arthur said. "I never check it if I can help it." he told her.
She tried to not look impressed. Arthur and his friends were in another league.
"A lot of luggage." she mused and noticed one of the suitcases was large and boxy looking.
"Is the device-" she started to ask but he threw her a warning look.
'Not now.' he eyes said gently.
She closed her mouth quickly and followed him quietly out of the airport.
~ "Cobb was quick to leave." she mused as a line of cabs waited for passengers to hail them.
"Miles picked him up." Arthur said simply and walked passed the waiting drivers.
"Arthur stop." she panted and ran after him. "My bag!"
"It's fine." he told her and walked briskly to the long term parking garage. "I've got my own car."
She wanted to argue. He might have his own car, good for him, but she needed her bag and to hail one of those taxi cabs before they were all gone.
"Wait!" she called after him.
"Unless you want to take a filthy cab." he said casually as they stopped next to a shinny BMW. It's silver finnish gave it an almost futuristic look.
"Yours, I take it?" she said sarcastically as the lights and horn of the silver monster chirped when Arthur unlocked it remotely.
He seemed not to notice as he opened the trunk and made quick, efficient work of putting their bags inside.
"Did Cobb tell you to look after me?" she asked him. Feeling a little put out at having him handle her bag.
"He did." Arthur said and slammed shut the trunk. "Get in. Where do you want to go?" he asked.
She let out a long, pent up sigh. She was tired and wanted to go back to sleep. A restful sleep where dreams meant nothing.
"I guess I need to go see Jerry." she admitted.
"Who's she?"
"He's my boyfriend." she said casually sliding into the passenger seat.
She had forgotten what it was like to be in a luxury car. How good the leather felt, how quickly the climate control snapped on when he turned the key. How the tinted windows blocked out the light and how the cabin was sound proof and shielded them from the rest of the world.
"I see." Arthur said stiffly.
His long fingers reached for the center panel as she secured her seat belt.
"What kind of music do you like?" he asked and the panel lit up at his touch.
"It's your car." she laughed and felt her cheeks grow warm.
"You're my guest."
"Whatever you want to listen to is fine." she said.
Arthur nodded and warm, safe piano music flooded the cabin and she started to relax in the soft seats.
'I could fall asleep right here.' she thought.
"Do you think the inception will work?" she asked him as he pulled the car out of the parking garage. The engine running so smoothly, she didn't feel a thing.
"I hope so." he said as he merged into busy traffic with ease.
"So..." he said once they were flying down the freeway with the other cars. "Tell me about this boyfriend. What's he like?"
"Law abiding." Ariadne said with a smile.
She meant it to be a joke, but his features seemed to darken slightly. The lines of his forehead creased and his jaw more set.
"He's studying to be a lawyer." she corrected him. "He wants to do some good."
"Lawyer? How respectable." Arthur huffed.
"It is." she told him feeling hurt. "Jerry is a very respectable man."
"Then how come this is the first you're mentioning him?"
"This is the first time you've asked."
She was glaring at him, but the Point Man kept his eyes on the road. His knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.
"Do you want to stop for a drink or something?" she asked after several minutes of watching the steady stream of cars passing them.
~ "So, I met Cobb right out of the Air Force where I was working with some very high tech machinery." Arthur explained.
"Air Force?" Ariadne giggled as the Point Man winced from his shot of Jack Daniels.
"Why? I don't seem the type?" he said with a coy smile.
He was so much better looking when he smiled. In fact, everything about his was better now.
They had been doing shots, and sharing life stories since they had come into the swanky hotel bar for drinks.
"I guess, it's just hard to picture." she sighed feeling warm and happy as the alcohol was working it's way into her blood.
He smiled and loosened his tie more.
"Well, Cobb and Mal could pay very well, and I was looking for a new adventure." he explained.
"So, dream sharing became you're new career?" she asked as his leg bumped hers by the bar.
"Not at all. I've no idea what I want to do with my life." he said.
He was smiling at her and she felt her cheeks grow warm as he leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
She couldn't resist the smile that bloomed on her face from his simple attention. How her body responded and how she felt a forceful stirring happening.
"What are you doing, Arthur?" she teased with a smile.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." he said innocently.
"I have a boyfriend." she told him.
"He's not here."
She gave out a laugh and hoped her face wasn't red from embarrassment.
"You're blushing." he said and leaned closer to her. His breath hot and wet on her ear.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
"I think you've had too much." she whispered and pulled away from him.
"I'm sure I have." he said. "Too drunk to drive. I'll call you a cab."
He stood up and paid their tab. The Point Man had done a few shots, but still held himself together.
Ariadne, on the other hand, felt a little light headed.
But it was a nice feeling, and she tried to keep her feet on the floor and tried not to look drunk.
"Careful." he was saying and his hands were strong on her body. Keeping her from falling.
"Oh." she said as she felt dizzy.
"Do you want to sit down?" he asked.
She gave herself a moment. The drinks, swapping life stories, it was getting late already.
She looked at the handsome Point Man. Maybe it was the booze or the growing sexual tension that had always been between them.
"I think I had too much to drink to." she sighed.
"I'll call you a cab." he said softly. His lips near her ear.
Her hand was on the lapel of his jacket.
"Why don't you just get us a room?" she whispered discreetly.