It was crowded, loud and filthy. She didn't mind. The only thing that mattered now was she was having a good time. She didn't know his name but why bother with the little details when he was paying attention to her body in the right places, the attention she didn't know she craved. She couldn't see clearly, the place was poorly lit. The only light emanated from the many neon bracelets the people wore and the bar on the corner.

At first she thought she would end up hitting the booze hard on the bar, waiting for her companions to be bored and head back home. Like she normally did in places like this. But after the third screwdriver he had approached her with a charming smile, a pair of nice arms and a tacky but clever pick up line it was all it took for her to laugh and accept his offer.

She blamed the alcohol. Normally she would had refused by raising an eyebrow or a cynical retort, but now that she was in the middle of the crowd and blonde-biceps-guy was all over her, it didn't matter. It felt good; his hands around her waist, his hips grinding against her ass and his chin resting on the crook of her neck.

She didn't need to ask to know he wanted her, badly. Even if was just physical, she felt attractive, desirable but above all powerful. She grinned pleased when she heard a groan from his lips as she pushed her hips to the back. It was a matter of minutes before he pulled her to a more private place and fulfill his craving.

It was all going smoothly when she felt someone bump into them roughly, breaking the bond and ruining the mood. She looked up to find the culprit when she met a pair of gray eyes.

"Dude what the hell?" her partner roared.

"Oh sorry, didn't see you there mate" the perpetrator said smiling innocently.

She rolled her eyes, of course he had seen them. That was exactly why he did it. Ariadne glared him, daggers coming out of her eyes.

"What are you doing Eames?"

"Me? Nothing. Just helping out" he said still with the same innocent smirk on his lips.

Ariadne frowned and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah? Who exactly?"

Eames pronounced his smirk as he looked to his left. Ariadne followed his eyes as he noticed a tall figure emerge from the crowd. Wearing his impeccable black three-piece suit, there stood Arthur. Ariadne sighed. The two men gazed at the blonde one with serene but menacing expressions.

"Sorry mate but I'm afraid you have to get lost" the forger said, looking at the nails of his right hand.

Ariadne had to admit the guy had guts to stand up for two blokes like her companions. If only this poor fellow knew what her coworkers were capable of doing, he wouldn't have dared to invite her in the first place.

"What are you like her brothers or something?" the blonde guy asked lifting an eyebrow.

"You could say that" Eames responded with a cocky smile as he cracked his neck.

The blond guy frowned but didn't back off. Instead he raised his chest challenging them. Ariadne felt like she was witnessing a fight between animals, fighting over marked territory. She grunted and rolled her eyes. The only thing missing was they undid their pants and check who had it bigger.

Eames chuckled and gave a step closer to the guy, taking him by the shoulder with one hand and squeezing it harshly. Ariadne saw how the poor guy winced at the caused pain. Eames smiled wickedly as he let it go, slapping friendly him on the right cheek.

"Now. Piss off"

The blonde guy looked at both men and then at her. She smiled apologetically at him. The guy just nodded and left muttering 'Freaks' on the way. When he was out of sight she turned to both men furious.

"What the fuck was that?"

Eames shrugged and continued smiling like nothing happened. Seeing she was getting nowhere she looked over the point man. He stood there looking at her calmly. Not a sign of any emotion reflected on his features. Groaning she shook her head and frowned. They were behaving just like the two big brothers she never had, always watching over the little architect. And that drove her mad, that's probably why she never wanted to have brother in the first place.

"So what now? You're going to scare the shit out of any guy that asks me to dance?"

"Pretty much" Eames responded with a half smile.

Ariadne felt rage building up inside of her, she wanted to punch both of them in the face and then kick them in the groin.

"You know what" she said looking at them in the eyes "Fuck you guys" she yelled flipping the middle finger at them, turning around and storming out.

She was a couple of steps away when she felt a powerful grasp held her right arm, turning her to her attacker. Finding a pair of brown orbs she felt her ears rumbling in fury.

"Let me go" she growled dangerously.

He didn't, instead he pulled her closer to him.

"Where are you going?"

"That's none of your business" she responded, trying to free her arm.

Arthur tightened his grip, glaring her.

"Well if you really want to know Point Man" she said cautiously with a mocking smile "I'm going to find myself another guy to dance with"

"You mean another boy toy" he retorted acidly

"Is there a difference?"

He didn't respond, instead he kept on staring at her. After a couple of seconds he let her arm go. Ariadne blinked confused at her arm, she tilted her head and looked up at him. He avoided hers. She bit her lip and sighed.

"Look, I just wanted to have a good time" she said rubbing her right arm with her left hand and looking at the floor.

"Then have it with me"

Ariadne looked up and did a double take. Did she hear him correctly? Or her ears were playing tricks on her. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out, instead she gapped befuddled.

"Dance with me, Ariadne" he said offering his right hand.

His eyes were fixed on hers, she could tell what was going through his mind and couldn't help to notice the tone of plea in his words. She shook her head and snickered. She nodded and took his hand.

At first it was awkward, she could tell he was out of practice. But as the songs continued he picked it up. It wasn't long before her back was pressed against his chest, giving him access to her neck. When his hands traveled down and rested over her hips she bit her lips but when he pulled her closer to towards him, she sighed pleased.

She smirked impishly and she pushed herself to him, grinding her ass nicely on top of him. She smiled satisfied when she heard him groan. One on her hand reached to his neck and pulled him to hers, she noticed him sniffing her perfume mixed up with the sweat. His lips brushing on the soft spot daringly. Ariadne held her breath as he kissed gently the exposed skin. When she almost lost it was when he licked from the neck to her earlobe, nibbling it gently. She heard him chuckled as she groaned. She looked up to face him.

"You know" she whispered to his ear "You could just asked me to dance with you when we got here"

"Well I had to check if you were any good at it first, right?"

She chuckled and elbowed him gently.

"Jerk"

"Tease"

A/N: Ok seriously I don't know why I chose the wrong file, but now finally is edited ^^ Thanks for pointing that out