Title: Snuggles

Chapter Title: Eames and Ariadne Part II

Rating: K

Summary: A series of one/two shot(s) of snuggles between various and all pairings. A continuation of Part I, in which Cobb shows up and does not react well with Ariadne answering Eames' door.

A/N: I decided to make this a twofer as well as continue on with other various pairings (both romantic and nonromantic), but only because I have the cutest (in my opinion) one shot of Mal and Dom. There also isn't enough good fluff going around so :P I was originally going to make a story called "The Women" and use that shot there, however, I can't seem to get a good story going with anything else. Besides, Arthur needs snuggles too! XD

Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing but my totem, these words, and a car named Just Jack. ;)


Knock

Ariadne told herself to ignore it; she was half awake and if she ignored it long enough she was certain she'd fall back into sleep.

Knock-knock.

Groaning, she opened her eyes and rolled over. The clock's bright red neon numbers said five fifty-two. She frowned and groaned again. She wasn't supposed to be up until eight.

Knock-knock-knock.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she grumbled barely auditable.

Wiggling out of the covers, she got off the bed and stumbled forward. Rubbing her eyes, she steadied herself and walked to the door. The closer she got, the more the knocking noise persisted. With a flick of her wrist, she unlocked the door and yanked it open.

"It's about-"

Standing in front of her was Cobb. He stared at her as if she was a ghost and she wondered if she really looked that bad. She rubbed her eyes again and yawned.

"Cobb," she wined, "It's six in the morning, what are you doing?"

He stared at her and then his eyes traveled to the wall on his left, her right, and then back at her. He didn't say word as he repeated the motion.

"Um, I-I came to- this is Eames' room!" He finally got out.

Ariadne squinted and then her brain process what he'd said.

"Oh," she replied and turned back into the dark room. "Eames, Cobb wants you."

He didn't move so she walked over and yanked his blanket.

"Eames, get up." Nothing. "Eames get up!" Still nothing. "EAMES!"

"What woman!" he growled without looking up.

"Cobb wants you." She said softly, crawling back into the bed.

Eames huffed and got up, stumbling to the door where Cobb waited. Before Eames could open his mouth, Cobb yanked him by the shirt and shut the bedroom door.

"What is Ariadne doing in your room!"

"Sleeping?" He said groggily. "Cobb, it's six in the morning, what the bloody hell do you want?"

"I want to know why Ariadne is in your bed!" He'd let go of Eames shirt but still had a shrill tone to his voice.

"She had a nightmare, no need to wake the whole bloody floor," he snapped, his eyes slowly adjusting to the hall light.

"That's the excuse you're going to use," Cobb retorted sarcastically and frowned.

"Cobb, what the hell?" Eames whined.

It was too early and he couldn't think straight. He just wanted to go back to his warm bed and sleep.

"Ariadne is in your bed and I can only think of three reasons why she'd be in your bed and I don't like any of them." He glared, crossing his arms.

Eames crossed and rolled his eyes. "Look Cobb, we're not shagging. I told her people would think that but does she listen? No." He sighed, "I swear on-" He looked around and placed his hand on the wall, "this tacky wallpaper that I'm not shagging her, that I do not wish to shag her, and that I will never attempt to shag her. So get your panties out of their bunch."

Cobb sighed and eyed him and seemed to take Eames' word with a grain of salt. After a moment, he let his defensive stance drop.

"How long has she been having nightmares?"

"A few days," Eames yawned. "What did you really want? It doesn't sound like you knocked on my door just to see if Ariadne was there."

"Right," Cobb thought for a moment and frowned. "I don't even remember now."

"So can I go back to bed?" Eames felt like a child asking for 'just five more minutes'.

"No." Cobb replied quickly. "Not with Ariadne in there."

"Cobb this is ridiculous. Don't you trust me?"

"Not really."

Eames pouted at Cobb's seriousness on the matter.

"Thank you Cobb, for solidifying where we stand in our friendship," Eames sighed which became a yawn, "I'm going back to bed. I will inform Ariadne when she gets up to stop sneaking into my room and start bothering you when she gets frightened."

"If you-"

"I know, I know," Eames waved a hand lazily as he opened his door; "You'll have my head, cut off various parts, etc. etc."

"Good because I mean it."

Eames glanced back with a half-smile.

"Right, I'll be sure to as well let her know you've staked claims on her person."

Eames shut and locked the door before Cobb could react. Stumbling a bit in the darkness, he landed on the side Ariadne previously occupied and looked at the clock, which blared seventeen after six in red numbers. He still had an hour and a half to pretend to sleep. He considered rousing Ariadne to inform her of Cobb's threats. That consideration disappeared when he snuggled up against her and surprisingly fell back into sleep.

Aw, can you say aw again? And silly Cobb, snuggles are for Eames XD