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: Bonus Chapter. Doesn't add too much to the plot (not that there is one really), but it's a cute with a tad of fluff. It's significantly shorter than usual for me. Bonus chapter... Is this the beginning of..?
Chapter Two point Five: Stay the Night
It's one thing to be sleeping together, and another to spend the night. Sleeping together is just sex, but for one to spend the night in the other's bed is to create intimacy between the two through nonsexual body contact. For Arthur and Ariadne, they were just having the sex. They weren't a couple by any means, so staying the night was out of the question. They had returned to Paris, their home base of sorts, weeks after the Vegas job. Their apartments were three blocks apart, so they would just get up and leave each other after their 'activities'. Tonight should've been the same, if not for the thunderstorm.
Ariadne laid on the bed on her stomach with her arms propped up to hold her body up. Her eyes followed Arthur's body as he picked up him clothes from the ground. The wind howled against the wind. The sound of the rain falling hard outside became overbearing. Images of high beam headlights flashed into the architect's head. She always hated the rain.
Arthur felt her eyes burning onto his skin. He gathered his clothes and sat down at the edge of the bed. She moved closer to him, tracing her name on his back. He pulled up his boxers.
"It's raining." She said absentmindedly.
"So it is." He looked out the window.
"Will you be okay walking home?" He nodded.
"I'll be fine. I checked the weather report and bought my car." She smiled.
"Always the Point Man." He turned back and gave her a cheeky grin.
"You know me." She let out a hearty laugh. Suddenly there was a loud boom and a flash of light. She immediately retreated under her bed sheets.
"Ari, are you okay?" He asked concerned. She shook in her sheets.
"You're not scared of a little thunderstorm are you?" She poked her head out of the blankets to respond when another boom rang out. A flash of light sent her flying back underneath the sheets. He moved closer to her and began to rub her back through the fabric.
"It's alright, it'll pass." He soothed. Another roar of the sky, and an image of cars colliding entered her mind. She shuttered.
"Ari?" She peeked out of the sheets.
"Stay the night?" She plead. He looked at her dumbfounded.
"You know that's not a good ide—" He was cut off by the roar of the thunder.
"Please?" She whispered.
"Okay." He slipped under the sheets with her. She crawled onto his body and practically melted into his arms. He whispered sweet words of reassurance as she tried to fall asleep. She held on to him tightly keeping him close to her.
They both knew that he shouldn't be there.
They knew he shouldn't stay the night.
But neither one of them wanted him to leave.