The streets of Italy were bare. It seemed that a carnival attracted everyone. Arthur strolled down the stone street with his hands pushed too the bottom of his trouser pockets. He was unsure of where he was going or what he was doing. Since Cobb had gone back to James and Phillipa he felt lost, Cobb had always been his partner, and now he'd been thrown back into reality, alone. Eventually Arthur came across a little wine bar; it looked very modern and stylish so he decided to go in, he expected it to be quite because of the carnival but he found it was almost full. He wondered over the bar, his eyes staking over the many young women that had turned their attention to him. He smirked to himself, pulled out a bar stool and ordered a dry red wine.
A glass was sat down in front of Arthur and he grinned at the deep red, sweet liquid. Before long a hand was placed on his back, I didn't think I'd have to wait long, he thought smugly. As he turned his head slightly he saw a young innocent looking blonde girl, once their eyes met she looked down and blushed. "Arthur." He offered so this pretty young thing wouldn't feel rejected. Her golden eyes flickered back to his and she smiled awkwardly.
"I'm Ariadne." She chimed with a British accent, Arthurs mind flicked back to the child like architect he had worked with during the inception job.
"Can I buy you a drink, Ariadne?" She glanced around nervously and Arthur watched her confused.
"Yes please," Her worried eyes finally rested back on Arthur. She sat on the stool next to his and glanced around the bar again.
"Are you alright?" Arthur whispered in here ear.
"I think that someone is following me." she whispered back, getting as close to Arthur as possible.
"Are they here?"
"I don't think so."
"Do you want to get out of here?"
"Please... I'd be really grateful."
Arthur led Ariadne to the hotel he was staying at and welcomed her into his room.
"Why did you come to me, in the wine bar?" Arthur asked whilst sitting on the bed.
"You looked genuine, like I could trust you. I didn't think you'd harm me." She stood in the doorway awkwardly.
"Feel free to take a seat. So what did this person who was following you look like?"
"Well he was tall and wearing all black. I was waiting on the road for my taxi when he pulled up and offered a lift. I said no and he parked just up the road, watching me. Once I was in the taxi I noticed that his car was following so I ran straight to the bar and came to you." Ariadne walked to a chair and perched on the end of it.
"I'll give you a lift back home if you like." Arthur offered.
"Thank you, but I just need a lift to the airport, I've got a flight booked at ten tonight."
"Well you can stay here until then." She stood up, walked the bed and sat next to Arthur.
"Thank you for been so nice." She whispered.
"How old are you, Ariadne?"
"Nineteen, how old are you?"
"Twenty-seven." Ariadne raised her hands to his face and traced the skin under his eyes; Arthur noticed the slight frown resting on her face.
"You don't look that old, though your eyes look wise."
"You're very observant," Arthur was caught by surprise as Ariadne gently pressed her light lips against his.
This young blonde lady looked fragile, and innocent. Her lips felt like rose petals as if they weren't there. Her hands slipped from his face to Arthurs tie, she loosed it and pulled him closer.
"I feel as if I'm taking advantage." Arthur whispered as he pulled away. She smiled and lay back on the bed, beckoning him with her index finger. He considered it for a moment before diving down for another intriguing kiss.
Arthur lay on the bed, his arms behind his head, satisfied by the little woman who was laid next him, her eyes were closed and fluttering, her face was peaceful; Arthur could have stared at her all night. What Arthur didn't like was the fact that this girl reminded him of his architect, someone he refused to let into his head. This girl was the complete opposite of his brown eyed brunette, but it made him crave her again. He feared what might happen just by been in the company of his Ariadne, he almost sabotaged inception because of her. He sighed, knowing that when he dropped this blonde bombshell off at the airport he would catch a flight to Paris.
He took a deep breath and hated the fact a huge grin spread over his face as he thought about her.
Inception sadly doesn't belong to me:( But i shall update this story if you liked it.. please feel free to leave your comments, good or bad :) Thanks!