Just Sex

Summary: Ariadne doesn't want a boyfriend. Arthur didn't want a liability. But they wanted each other, one way or another.

Author's Note: And it keeps going on and on and on.
I write Inception Fics sometimes
and go AYO,
I LOVE ELLEN AND JGL-O!

Okay, that's done. Anyways, if you haven't guessed yet. This fic is going to be multiple chapters. (Plus a bonus chapter or two.) Yay! Woot woot! I respond well to reviews.

Thanks to femmelafemme, Lapse in Judgment, Legal-Assassin-006, and Lazarus76 for reviewing in the first chapter.

Chapter Two: …Keeps on Happening

The first thing Ariadne noticed when she woke up was a heavy object crushing her chest. It was arm. She groggily searched for the owner and turned to face Arthur. Her eyes widened as she realized that the two were nude as the day they were born. She recalled last night's events: the bar/club, Greyson, making out on the dance floor, and the sex. They didn't drink too much for her to have a hangover, yet nonetheless, they were drunk enough to have sex. Oh the sex, the architect remembered. It was good. Strike that, it was fan-fuckin-tastic. Ariadne was not a virgin, nor was she a slut. However, she had had her share of boys, and from out of all them, Arthur was easily the best. But he wasn't a boy, no, Arthur was a fuckin' man. Underneath his usually three-piece suit was a sex god.

She moved as much as she could to her bedside table to her totem. The bishop fell with a satisfying 'thunk'. This was real.

Ariadne sighed running her hands through her hair. They had sex. If Ariadne hadn't fallen asleep after their last time, she was sure Arthur could've kept going on. That man had the stamina of a stallion. Who would have thought that quiet, introvert Arthur would be a wild man in bed? She giggled. He stirred, and his eyes slowly opened. He looked confused as he closed his eyes again attempting to fall asleep. Ariadne leaned closer and poked his cheek. He grunted and glared at her. She poked him again.

"Stop that Ari." She smiled at the pet name. Last night was the first time she heard him use it. He exhaled deeply before lifting his arm off of her.

"Morning." She said sweetly. He smiled.

"Morning to you." They stared at each other in silence. She slid her fingers through his bed/sex hair. He lifted his arm off of her and took her hand into his.

"We had sex." He broke the silence. She nodded.

"We had a lot of sex." She chuckled and nodded again.

"Yeah, I'm surprised."

"Why? Because we fucked?" He raised an eyebrow.

"That. And because we were completely sober. Oh and the fact that you're a regular sex god." He smirked cockily.

"Thanks. You're a feisty little minx yourself." It was silent again. Their smiles soon faded as they realized that they needed to talk about what had happened.

"Wanna do it again?" Ariadne asked innocently. Arthur responded by pushing her down and climbing on top of her. They could always talk later.

"Soo…" Ariadne started twirling a piece of her hair in her fingers. She sat upright against the head board looking at the man next to her. Arthur was lying flat on his stomach with his head in between his arms staring up at her.

"So?" He repeated drawly.

"That was good." She said dreamily.

"That was great." He corrected. She giggled running her hands through his hair. He smiled up at her. She sighed trying to find the right words. She liked Arthur, but only as a friend. Yeah, she had a crush on him when she first met him and last night wasn't the first time they kissed, but now she was sure they were only friends. She hated relationships anyways. The last relationship she was in was a total disaster. Thomas was an asshole. He was a terrible fuck and boyfriend. He cheated on her with her roommate. After that, Ariadne moved out and hadn't dated a guy since. That was years ago. Plus, Arthur was her friend, her best friend in fact.

"Arthur, I don't want a relationship."

"Okay." She was taken back with his sudden answer, but was relieved.

"I'm glad you agree. We're just friends after all. Plus, we don't want to end up like Dom and Mal." He nodded and flipped onto his back.

"Yep, nothing worse than colleagues in love." She nodded.

"Besides relationships are messy and feelings get hurt."

"You got that from (500) Days of Summer." He smirked.

"Shut up." It was silent again. He sat up from the bed and started to walk off the bed completely bare. Ariadne admired his body. He bent down to pick up his clothing, and the girl couldn't help but to stare at his perfectly shaped ass.

"For a guy, you really do have a nice ass." He looked at her without getting up and cheekily grinned.

"Wish I could say the same about you." She threw a pillow at him which that just bounced off him.

"You have to try hard than that sweetie." He taunted moving to stand at the end of the bed. She shook her head. She got up, using the sheets as a makeshift dress. He lifted an eyebrow as she touched his chest. She ran her hand around the smooth plane of skin and muscle before gazing up at him.

"What?" He asked. She just smiled. It wasn't her usual smile. No, she had an idea, Arthur just knew it. Ariadne's ideas were always frightening. Last time she had an idea, he was eaten by a whale. (In a dream of course, she wanted to be a Sea World trainer.)

"I just thinking…" She traced circles on his chest.

"About?"

"How the sex is just so good." She emphasized the 'so good' part.

"Great. The sex is great, Ari." He corrected her again. She briefly stuck her tongue out.

"The sex is great." The corners of her mouth pressed upward in a sly matter. Arthur gulped.

"But you know what would be even better?" He eyed her cautiously.

"What?" He asked nervously.

"Casual sex." Though Arthur was neither drinking nor eating, he started to choke. He bent over coughing trying to control himself. Ariadne seemed amused by his reaction and chuckled to herself. Once Arthur regained his composure, he cleared his throat and stood up straight.

"Excuse me?"

"You," she pointed at him, "and me," she pointed at herself. "Having casual sex." She finished. This has got to be a joke, he thought to himself.

"I think one night is bad enough. 'Casual sex'," he emphasized with his fingers, "would not be a good idea."

"Why not?" He moved other to the edge of the bed and sat down. She followed him and placed both hands on his shoulders. With light pressure, she began to massage him. He wanted to enjoy it, but he was too preoccupied on denying her proposition.

"You're going to be liability. If anyone knew of this relationship, they'll use it against us." She rolled her eyes.

"No one has to know. Give me a another reason."

"Because we are co-workers, professionals, us having casual sex would jeopardized our jobs." She nipped on his ear. He resisted the urge to purr.

"But, that's exactly why we should do it." She licked the top of his ear sending chills down his spine. His manhood was starting to spring up in excitement again, but kept trying to contradict his sense. He needed to think with the head with the brain.

"Elaborate." Her hands moved from his shoulders, and her left hand roamed throughout his torso, flicking on his nipples when she had the chance. Her right stayed on his chin as she trailed kisses down the side of his neck.

"In our line of work, it's hard to find someone. I mean, one night stands are easy enough to find, but that doesn't guarantee that they're good or they won't obsessively stalk you." He chuckled remembering the one night-stand Ariadne had that followed her for three days and proposed. The said girl paused and kissed Arthur lightly on the lips.

"But," she stressed. "If the two of us were to keep this casual sex—no strings attached, friends with benefits thing—going on, we get," She ran her left hand down to his thigh, lightly grazing his crotch.

"A: Laid whenever we want." She moved her body so she straddled him.

"B: Absolutely no relationship junk. No talking about our feelings, no having breakfast in the morning, no drama, none of that shit." Lazily throwing one arm over his shoulder while the other one went up his boxers, he gazed at her emotionless.

"C: The sex. The sex is really good. It's fuckin' great. Come one don't deny me, no, don't deny US great sex!" She begged as she left love bites on his neck. Her other hand grabbed the base of his penis and began to smoothly stroke him. Arthur grunted, giving in.

"Fine." He flipped them (AH! She shrieked) so she was under him.

"I always knew you'd be the death of me," He grunted before pressing his lips onto hers.