Professor Eames.
Summary: Written to fill a prompt at - you guess it right! Inception_kink meme.
Prompt: Ariadne asks Eames to teach her how to be a better lover. Bonus points if there are multiple lessons (i.e., lesson 1: how to give good head, lesson 2. how to be on top, etc.)
Note: Eames' first name is courtesy of my husband, and Ariadne's surname is a result of two popular Greek surname components. Please don't kill me anons, I needed names for them!
Disclaimer: I don't own inception of its characters!
(A Year After The Inception Job)
"Come again Darling, I don't think I heard that right." Ian Eames' eyes darted around the sparsely populated kitchen of Dom Cobb. Next to him stood Ariadne Papaellis, tiny hands covering James' sensitive little ears.
"Eames, you heard me, I want lessons on how to be better in bed." She murmured, sidestepping closer and avoiding a steaming plate of grilled meats being brought into the house.
"I'm sure you're fine -"
"Daniel broke up with me because and I quote 'its like screwing a block of ice'. I'd rather not get my lack of experience thrown in my face again."
"The lad was a complete tosser anyway. If memory serves also you first, eh, experience. Those aren't always known to be nights or months to remember, darling." The forger was artfully dodging Ariadne's request but it was becoming harder to do the more she defended the request and stuck to her guns.
"Ian…Please, I just…Mal's words are haunting me, I don't know what it is to be a lover, half of a whole and I desperately want to. It's like her taunt set off a ticking time bomb in my head." Her chocolate brown eyes were wide and warm, pleading just as her words did. Eames made a final stand.
"Why didn't you go to Arthur about this-"
"A kiss in a dream doesn't mean he'd be willing to jump into bed with me. He's married to his job, content with the persona of point man. It would take me dynamite and a ice pick to get through that exterior" the architect sniped, eyes hardening ever so slightly and causing Eames to quirk a brow.
"All right. But we're doing this on my terms, little architect. No dating while this is going on."
"Not a problem" She blew a raspberry on little James' cheek and brought a smile to the other team members - who were quickly closing in- faces.
"You'll be coming back to my hotel with me tonight for the first lesson," He spoke as he turned, a bark of laughter sounding when he saw Arthur trying to teach Phillippa the finer art of keeping clean whilst playing. "Still in school, little architect."
Ariadne just shook her head and gave Eames a look before walking off with James, the little boy asking the woman to teach him to draw a house like his Daddy's.
"Ian." A dark voice drifted to the con man, and he looked over, surprised to see Grill Master Cobb not four feet away from him.
"Dom, good party, I'm honestly glad you got to come back to your children. Even if you did risk all our lives to do it."
"A necessary risk, old friend. Do me a favor?"
"Depends on the favor; the last could have landed me in limbo."
"Don't hurt Ariadne - I don't want to have to shoot you."
Before Eames could reply, Dom walked off to the play room where Ariadne had taken James. Sighing, Eames tipped back his beer bottle and took a healthy swig. It seemed teaching innocent Ariadne to be a worldly woman was going to be more of a hassle than he'd anticipated with Cobb breathing down his neck.
The barbecue lasted well into the evening, and there wasn't a moment when Ariadne wasn't seen with Cobb's children. They took to her like fish in water, calling her Auntie Adne, demanding she spend all her free moments entertaining them. Eames had mostly made small talk with the extractors, stealing glances and watching the woman he would soon become very intimate with.
Her hair had grown since the Fischer job, curling softly and framing her face. She was still so thin a good wind would carry her away, but he noticed other differences in her. There was something softer to her - perhaps it was just relaxation that made her smiles come brighter and easier than they had while on the Fischer job. Ariadne wasn't in jeans with her usual layered tops and scarf either tonight, instead having opted for a sunny yellow dress - more surprising than anything was the modest vintage cut of the dress. It landed at her knees and only hinted at cleavage - refreshing, if Eames was being honest.
Hours later, the architect and forger stood in his hotel suite, sharing a glass of champagne in silence. Ariadne fidgeted and played with her dress, cheeks turning pink at random intervals until finally Eames spoke.
"If you aren't comfortable with this -"
"No!" She yelped, before turning a delicious shade of red and repeating; "No its not that…I'm just nervous."
"Understandable, let me help that?"
The brunette nodded, eyes wide and wary, Eames supposed she thought the lessons would send them careening into sex on the first night, but that had never been his style. Turning so he leaning back against the couch's arm, the broad man, took Ariadne's half drained flute from her, setting it on the table and then turning her so she leant back into the cradle his body created. For a moment she was stiff as a board, hands twisted together in her lap.
"Relax Ariadne, I'm not going to hurt you." His words were low, breath whispering past her ear and sparking a shiver to travel down her spine.
Slowly, Ian smoothed his large, gun calloused hands down Ariadne's bare arms. The touch was soft and cautious - calming the young woman until she relaxed against her one time co-workers chest. Even after she had stopped impersonating a piece of cardboard, Eames let his hands travel over her arms, widening their range to smooth over her shoulders, twining his fingers with hers.
It made the thief smile when Ariadne turned her head towards him, brown eyes shut, lips parted and letting breathy sounds of contentment slip past. This lesson of trust was going very smoothly, he hadn't needed to even speak an intent past asking to help her relax. That trust would be very important once they got on to bigger things.
Removing his hands from their path of relaxation, he grasped the architects waist, a small flicker of surprise and alarm passing his thoughts when he felt how tiny she was. His hold on her made the architects eyes pop open, head tipping back to get a look at his face. A roguish grin pulled her captors lips as he leaned slowly towards her.
The slow decent made her pulse speed up, and she found herself squirming in his hold, straining to meet him in a first kiss. The squirming was both enticing and mildly irritating to the man, and he tightened his hold on her with narrowed eyes, murmuring as he got closer.
"My pace, my rules Ariadne, you agreed to it. Now be a good girl, let me kiss you."
Silently the student nodded, waiting, breath catching in her chest when his larger lips brushed against hers in a half kiss. Eames passed his lips against Ariadne's lightly glossed ones, ghost kisses that made her whimper and strain against his hold. The whimpers struck a cord in Eames, made parts of his anatomy wake up slightly, stirring in mild interest. After a fifth ghost kiss, the man took pity on the small woman trapped in his hold. His lips sealed over hers in a brief, chaste kiss.
Though brief, it had the lithe woman craving more, her small soft hands moving to cup his cheeks, her body twisting within his tight hold until they were chest to chest and Ariadne hovered over him.
"Is this all right?" She questioned, worry lighting her lidded eyes for a moment.
Eames answered by raising a hand to tangle in her hair, pulling her head to his, lips sealing once more. Neither opened their mouths for several long kisses. Some were soft, gentle, full of affection, others were bruising, demanding and hard. Ariadne was breathless and surprised, kisses before this were all so…well they weren't this. These made her want to tug at his shirt, lay in his arms and make a fool of herself. Even as they kissed again, her hands sliding over Ian's cheek bones, jaw and neck to rest at his shoulders, she wanted more and tried to communicate it to her partner.
Slowly they maneuvered amidst kisses until Ariadne was straddling the thief, the skirt of her dress, trapped between them bunched up to mid-thigh. Eames' free hand fell to caress the skin revealed, marveling at the little woman's gasp when his rough skin met hers. It was rather exciting to have a sensitive partner for once, and he voiced his appreciation by swiping his tongue from between his lips into Ariadne's slightly opened mouth. The action was rewarded with another sound of surprise, and her hands slipping to grip the hair at the back of his head.
Timidly Ariadne brought her tongue to meet his, her actions speaking of insecurity and not having done this many times. Eames let Ariadne trace a path over his tongue with hers, groaning when she began to map out his mouth with short, uncertain sweeps of her tongue. For a moment each let the taste of the other drown their senses; relishing the unique flavor of their partner before parting.
Eames watched Ariadne take deep breaths, lips parted- cherry colored, all signs of the gloss having vanished; her face colored red with glazed eyes. She was an adorable picture to take in, her hair mussed from its gentle ringlet waves by his hands, her dress getting more and more wrinkled by the moment.
"That was a good first go, darling, but we've got to work on your confidence." He breathed, the hand on her thigh squeezing reassuringly.
"That's - I mean - I…Ian." The girl stuttered, her eyes moving away from his and staring off into a corner of the room behind him. Not happy with her sudden uncertainty Eames sat forward, sending the lithe girl toppling backward onto the cushions. Sprawled on her back, dress around her thighs, Ariadne was an inviting picture, though her eyes flashed with a fire that usually was aimed at Cobb.
Looming over her, Ian untangled his hand from her hair, placing it instead under her arm, his other trailing teasingly over her thigh before resting itself on the cushion by her waist. The transition was surprisingly smooth as he hovered over her, weight rested on his arms and knees, the color of a storm reflected in water. Ariadne wanted to kiss him again, leaning up on the impulse and sealing her lips to his. For a moment it was awkward, she shifted until her weight was supported on an elbow her free hand settling on the back of Eames' neck and applying a slight pressure.
'That's more like it' He mentally cheered, following her lead, meeting and teasing her tongue when it slipped past his lips. Taking over again, the thief pressed forward, moving to rest on his forearms, as the architect lay back, using him as an anchor so she wouldn't have to part from his lips. It seemed the action sparked something in the little woman underneath him, because kisses that were well in the range of tame if a bit heady took on a frantic and frenzied edge. Ian resisted it until one of her legs curled to rest against his back, her hips brushing carefully up against his.
A hand sneaked underneath her then, cupping her arse and lifting slightly as he ground against her cloth covered core. Her soft breathy keen of pleasure tore at his restraint. This was supposed to be a lesson about trust and kissing, not dry humping. Though the truth whispered across Eames' mind, his lips and teeth found her neck, worrying her pulse point until her hands dug into his back. Switching sides he resumed his feast, and felt the lithe woman underneath him buck and squirm, incoherent noises bubbling from her throat. He had to stop before this went places it wasn't supposed to.
Detaching himself from Ariadne, and moving off her slowly he watched her come down from a near orgasmic high. She was beautiful when undone, bright eyes, wild hair. The idiot who told her she was frigid lost an amazing find, but it was to Eames' benefit. Now he would have her for months, teaching her the way into and around a man's bed.
"I think, darling, that is a good enough lesson for tonight." His voice came out lower than before, husky and it got to Ariadne in ways she wasn't going to let the thief know about.
"Why- I thought…Lessons" she babbled, eyes turning bewildered, and Ian jumped to correct the small blunder.
"We aren't going to do this all in one night, love. You're mine until you're fully confident you can seduce a man without feeling awkward. There's a lot to this, if you don't want to…"
"No. I trust you Eames." the architect murmured, sitting up, her hands smoothing out her hair and dress. Pressing a lingering kiss to the forger's stubble covered cheek, and shuffled off. Opening the suite door Ariadne paused and turned flashing a brilliant smile back at her partner.
"Catch you later, hun."
"Sweet dream, darling."