Full Summary : All it took was that one kiss. Now, Arthur and Ariadne are together and live in New York. Ariadne is a hugely successful architect and Arthur is now the best Extractor who performs less risky extractions and the rare inception for high-paying clients.

They both plan to move to California and start a family but everything changes when Arthur becomes stuck in limbo in one of the most complex dreams imaginable: Ariadne's.

Chapter 1 : Perfect

"The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened."

~Anonymous~

Ariadne's POV

"Arthur! Come here for one second and give me your opinion!" I called to my boyfriend from the living room.

"How many times am I going to tell you that when I'm cooking I have to be in the kitchen all the time or it'll burn?" Arthur replied, shaking his head.

He wasn't mad however, because I could see the smile playing on his beautiful lips.

"This has to be perfect," I said. I was sketching a skyscraper for my latest project.

A business firm was opening not too far from our apartment right in the heart of New York. I was a well-known architect around New York these days and I was happy with it. I got to work right from home most days.

I had quit being Cobb's architect after the Fischer job because I needed to be normal and I wasn't much of a thrill-seeker.

Cobb was fine with it. He was taking an indefinite leave from extraction to spend time with his kids Phillipa and James. He agreed with my decision to stop mostly because he felt the same fear I did. We had been stuck in limbo during the Fischer job.

Of course, we had gotten out, but we understood the risk of it. Dom and I had this special bond where we understood each other better than anyone else. It wasn't romantic on either part, but it was nice and sometimes a little infuriating to have someone who knew you better than you did.

Arthur however, was now the world's best extractor. Cobb's mentored him from time to time and on the rare occasion, I'd design something for him.

At the present, his team consisted of Eames, Yusuf and the new architect: Leo.

Arthur performs less risky extractionsand the rare inception. I worry about him when he does any of these things. I'm afraid to lose him.

He leaned over the back of the couch and peered down at my sketch pad.

"You hate it," I stated.

"No, I'm just trying to figure it out," he said.

I bit the end of my pencil nervously.

"It's perfect," he assured me. "Just like you."

Arthur kissed my forehead gently and returned to the kitchen, humming a familiar tune.

As I sit there and criticise my work, I remember something.

*Flashback*

"I love you Ari," Arhtur says to me.

We're laying in bed together and I stroke his hair as he presses his cheek against my bare stomach.

"I love your belly and I hope one day you'll let me give you a baby to keep in there," he says and kisses it.

I laugh at his words and continue stroking his hair.

"I'll think about it," I tease him.

"I love your breasts," he says and moves up slightly to nuzzle my chest.

Now I'm laughing outright.

"That's such a typical man thing to say," I tell him.

He smiles in response and kisses his way up to my neck.

I close my eyes and relish the feel of his lips on my skin.

Before I know it, his lips are on mine.

"And, I absolutely love your lips. Your lips that respond to mine and tell me you love me every single day," he says and kisses me once more.

"I love you, Arthur." I say when we break apart.

"I love you too, Ari. You're perfect."

*End Flashback*

I finish up my sketch and put it on the dining room table with the rest of my things. I can't even see the surface anymore. Arthur and I eat in the living room all the time anyway.

I love our apartment. It spacious but cozy and it's pretty luxurious without being over the top.

Arthur and I bought it a month ago after deciding to move to New York so I could further my architect career and he'd have more extraction jobs.

I head into the kitchen and watch Arthur stir a pot filled with sauce.

"Italian?" I ask.

"Yup. I made lasagne, garlic bread, pasta, sauce and for dessert, I made something special," he said.

"What's that?" I ask, curious.

"Crostata," he replied.

I wrinkled my face and he laughed.

"It's basically Italian pie. I assure you, you'll love it," he said.

"Whatever you say," I tease.

Arthur is an amzing cook. I don't know what I'd do without him. I know the crostata will taste good if he's cooking it.

"Here taste this," he says and feeds me a spoon of the sauce.

"Mmm. It's great," I said grabbing the spoon and licking off the rest.

He laughed and I handed the spoon back.

"Gross, there's no way I'm putting that back in my pot," Arthur said, faking disgust.

I slap him lightly and he laughs and grabs another spoon from the drawer.

"Grab the wine and meet me in the living room," he says and kisses me.

"You taste great," he comments.

I roll my eyes and grab a bottle of white wine and two glasses and head back to the living room.

"I'm stuffed," I say to Arthur.

We're laying on the couch together and he's running his fingers along my arm.

It's comforting and it always puts me to slep. Especially after a long day of sketching.

"I wouldn't have guessed, considering you ate the entire pot of sauce," he says.

I look up at him and stick my tongue out.

"It's your own fault for cooking so well," I reply. "If Eames knew about your cooking skill, I doubt he'd let you live it down. But continue making food like that and your secret will be safe with me."

Arthur laughs and kisses me.

"Can we have a lazy day tomorrow?" I ask him.

A lazy day is kind of like a day off for me and Arthur. We stay in our apartment the entire day and do whatever we want. We take bubble baths together, have pillowfights, talk about the weather, play chess with quarters or just have sex all day. It all depends on whatever we want to do. It's been a while since we had one and since my project was now completed and Arthur was free this week, I thought it'd be agood idea.

"Tomorrow sounds perfect, love," he replies and kisses me again.

"I'll never get tired of your lips," I tell him.

"I hope not," he jokes.

I snuggle closer to him and close my eyes as he continues to stroke my arm. I feel tired and happy. Ready to embrace my dreams.

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