Summary: Eames and Arthur desire Ariadne. She loves them both, but she has to choose one. But which one?
Ariadne's POV
Don't get me wrong, they are both quite cute. Very cute, in fact. I mean, no offense Cobb, but there are way cuter than you. Lately, Eames been cuddly. Always inviting me to lunch, bringing coffee, giving more-than-the-usual flirty jokes. And Arthur's changed. He gets irritated. Wait, let me rephrase that, he gets very irritated that you can almost swear he's a volcano about to erupt. Like today.
I was drawing blueprints on paper for our next job. Or staring at it, more accurately. Think! I commanded myself. I've been distracted lately. Is it my studies? Work? Pressure? Or the sweet smell of coffee? Wait, what?! I looked up, at the direction of the sweet-smelling coffee. And lo behold, there was the Englishman.
"Hello there, love," he said cheerily.
"Hey, is that for me?," I said, gesturing to the coffee in his hand.
"Yup"
I reach for it but Eames swipes it away from me. He gives me his trademark smirk. Then, I knew he was up to something. Something bad.
"Eames," I said, giving him my best death glare. If look could kill, he would be dead. Instead, he smiles wider, if that's even possible.
"There's a price for that, love," he said. At that sound, Arthur stood from his desk. I could see he was glaring at Eames, too, from the corner of my eye. He was about to say something when I beat him to it.
"What?" I said impatiently. My mouth was now watering from the sweet aroma escaping from the coffee.
"One kiss", he said, "Just one, darling."
Then, that's when Arthur spoke up. He was irritated. Very.
"Eames!" he said, "Just give her the freaking coffee! Don't you have work to do!?"
Eames and I flinched. Arthur seemed to process what he just said. I could tell he said the words harsher than he meant to because he quickly went back to his desk. He quickly muttered something about pressure and work. I glanced at Eames. He just shrugged, smiled and gave me a wink.
Oh God. How can someone so awful. Someone so devilish ,that even the devil himself would throw out of hell, be very handsome. Scratch that. I DID NOT say that! Or did I?
I'm such a klutz!