Arthur was sitting in the living room on one of the plush white couches when Eames returned with dessert for the three of them. The cheery forger set down a decadent chocolate cake topped with drippy chocolate and caramel syrup and bright red cherries on the coffee table in front of Arthur. Eames called out to Ariadne to join them.

"What's this?" she asked upon entering the room.

"Dessert, my dear. It's the best chocolate cake around. I figured we ought to do some celebrating now that we're together." Eames replied happily passing around forks.

"Celebrating what?" Arthur retorted.

"Celebrating a job well done, celebrating that Cobb is back with his kids, that we did it! And we ought to treat ourselves now that we don't have to wait three months to see each other again. And maybe it's all for the better." Eames waggled his eyebrows and gave Arthur a wink.

Ariadne was elated. Eames wasn't going to forget about her and neither was Arthur. Both of them had obviously had plans to meet up again in the future. This wasn't going to be the last that she'd see them and that made her bubble over with joy and completely forget about her overwhelming sickness at the time. She picked up her fork and was the first to take a stab at the cake. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. After all, she did throw up everything she had eaten that day. Eames laughed as he watched the hungry architect.

Ariadne sat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table with her knees pulled up to her chest licking her fork delightedly.

"So, where are you staying tonight, Eames?" Arthur asked, shooting Eames a knowing look.

Eames picked up on it quickly but Ariadne took no notice.

"What? I thought I was welcome here?" Eames said, earning him a glare from the point man. This caused Ariadne to look up.

"Of course you are! After all you did bring me my things and this delicious chocolate cake." Ariadne piped in.

"Oh, but isn't this room a bit small to fit three people? Especially when that third person is you," said Arthur through gritted teeth.

Eames continued to taunt Arthur with his teasing grin.

"There seems to be plenty of room here. Why waste money on another suite? That's a pretty big bed in the other room; why don't we all share?"

Ariadne felt herself blush and Arthur was grateful that Ariadne had her back to him so she wouldn't have seen his own cheeks blush bright red.

"Oh, look at the two of you! I'm only kidding. I like my own space anyway." Eames said shoving a huge forkful of chocolate cake into his mouth.

As the trio continued to feast on the cake and chat away, Eames decided to order some champagne. As he stepped out of the room Arthur leaned close to Ariadne still sitting on the floor. She was resting her head sleepily on her knees and Arthur gently tucked his arms underneath hers and hoisted her up onto the couch next to him.

"Didn't look that comfortable down there," Arthur said gazing into Ariadne's eyes.

"It wasn't." Ariadne's train of thought seemed to falter as she looked back at Arthur's dark brown orbs. She felt like she was in a trance. Like she could almost see into his soul; the sensitive part of him that people rarely ever got to see. Neither of them said anything as they just stared at each other. Ariadne shifted her eyes down to look at his mouth. Those lips. Her mind wandered back to the job they had just completed and of the kiss that was just "worth a shot". She couldn't help but wonder what he meant by that and if there were any more "shots" he was willing to take. Arthur felt himself leaning closer and Ariadne followed his lead. The room seemed to spin and Ariadne could feel Arthur's breath on her lips but he quickly jerked away when Eames bounded back into the room.

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" he asked playfully.

Arthur cleared his throat and Ariadne became aware of the lack of space between the two of them. She shifted herself nonchalantly away from him and looked embarrassedly at the floor.

"No." Arthur said glaring up at him.

"I'll be in the room down the hall so you two play nice. Send me the bill for the champagne. Don't worry loves, it's on me." Eames replied with a wink. He slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked out.

"Finally." Arthur muttered and stood up to lock the door.

Ariadne stretched out along the plushy couch and gave Arthur a silly smile. Arthur could not help but reciprocate an equally silly smile. He lifted her legs so he could sit down and then rested them back down on his lap.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. I think all I needed was some good ole' chocolate cake," Ariadne laughed not minding the contact between the two at all. "And obviously some good laughs courtesy of Eames."

Arthur smirked.

"I know he picks on you a lot. But he means well." Ariadne said reassuringly.

Arthur looked down at her and smiled. He rubbed his eyes feeling tired himself. There was a knock on the door and they both looked towards it grudgingly.

"You get it; I'm sick." Ariadne poked him in the side with her foot and she lifted her legs so he could get up. Arthur smirked and reluctantly got up.

He returned moments later with a chilled bucket of ice and a glistening bottle of Chardonnay. He carried two wine glasses in his other hand. Ariadne sat up, pleased.

"For you," Arthur said handing her one of the wine glasses. Her fingers brushed his just for a moment and Ariadne felt those little sensations again.

They returned to their position on the couch only Ariadne sat up a bit straighter to drink from her glass. They dove into one of those headlong conversations, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. The champagne loosened Arthur up in an unusual but good way. He enjoyed talking to Ariadne. Even through their multiple glasses that started to make him feel hazy Ariadne's voice was still crystal clear to him. It sounded almost like a song, the way her words seemed to flow with no effort. She seemed to always know exactly what she wanted to say.

As the night progressed, their words got more slurred and the bottle seemed to empty. When Ariadne clumsily reached across Arthur to refill her glass she knocked the bottle down realizing it was empty.

"That's not good," Arthur said seriously as a giggling Ariadne lay across his lap. He leaned over her slightly to set his glass on the coffee table and then shifted her so she was more comfortably situated in his arms.

"Arthur?"

"Yes, Ariadne?"

"You should drink more often. It makes you funner."

Arthur's face grew real serious and Ariadne couldn't tell if she seriously offended him or not.

"But that's what I like about you," Ariadne corrected, "I love how on task you always are. Always wanting to perfect what's already perfected. You never settle for anything but the best. I mean look where we are." She gestured around the room with one arm. "And somehow you manage to have a little fun. If on the rare occasion."

Arthur let out a half smile and asked, "So, you like me?"

"What's not to like?" Ariadne said. She couldn't wait for a better moment than this.

Ariadne grabbed hold of Arthur's shirt and brought him close to her mouth, just brushing his lips. He completed the rest of the way, sending her into a dizzying array of emotions. She felt Arthur's hands shifting slowly up the back of her shirt and she let out a little moan of delight as she opened her mouth farther, making room for his tongue. Her hands reached around to the back of his head and she tangled them in his hair. Ariadne could feel the smile spreading over Arthur's lips as he moved his way down to her neck, kissing hungrily down her jaw. She closed her eyes feeling fully entranced by Arthur's presence. They were absorbed in each other; unaware of what they were capable of bringing out in the other. Arthur could feel Ariadne's fingernails digging into his back. She began to shift her hands to his front, yanking his tie off and beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. With Ariadne already sitting on his lap, it made it easier for Arthur to lift her up bridal style and carry her to the bedroom. Ariadne discarded his shirt and tie along the way as he removed hers and added it to the trail of clothing leading from the couch to the bedroom. Ariadne shut the door giggling and sunk down onto the bed with Arthur.