I was a little drunk when i wrote this, so please remember that! This chapter features a lot of Arthur and OC, and because of this i've bumped it up to M rating.

Anyway, i'm done rambaling so go on and enjoy... (hopefully!)


"It worked!" Ariadne repeated a little excitement had faded out of her voice.

"Yeah... I was just ringing to tell Cobb." Arthur spoke slowly, feeling quite dumb.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it worked!" Ariadne rambled on, something Arthur had never heard from her before.

"What are you doing at Cobb's?"

"I came with Miles on Tuesday, I graduated a few weeks ago and Miles wanted me to tell him face to face."

"Oh." His voice was cold and he sounded bored. It was shortly followed by a bout of awkward silence.

"I'll put Dom on." Ariadne sounded nervous, she was sure that when she last saw Arthur he didn't hate her, something had clearly changed.

"Arthur," Cobb greeted, his voice was happy, something that his voice had lacked for a long time.

"I just thought I'd share my enthusiasm about the fact it worked." A voice that could freeze water

"I thought it would, we had a great team." Arthur scowled as he heard a small giggle coming from the architect's mouth in the background. "Why don't you come here for a while? It'd be nice to see you again."

"I couldn't intrude,"

"Arthur, I just invited you, so it's not intruding."

"I'll have to get back to you; I'm at my parents at the moment."

"Just come up for a day, it's not far from your parents."

"I'll try to come up sometime this week."

"Ariadne leaves on Wednesday so come up before then."

Arthur hung up and glared at his phone. He shoved his hand into his pocket and stroked his totem, a surge of disappointment flushed through him as he realised it was the correct weight. "Arthur?" He let go of his totem and put a fake smile on his face as his mother opened the door. "Is everything okay, darling?" Arthur nodded, lacking in enthusiasm. Blood pumped loudly through his body, he couldn't remember ever having this much emotion, the prime emotion he felt was jealously shortly followed by disappointment at the fact that Ariadne hadn't even called him to say she had graduated.

Without saying goodbye to his parents Arthur jumped in his car and made his way to the nearest club. Once he was parked outside Hades the classic club from his adolescence he called a hotel and booked a room, I'm not going home tonight, especially not alone. He told himself with a slight smirk. A young woman walked past his car with light brown hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, she was wearing a short black dress that clung to her body shamelessly, showing every curve on her body. Without noticing, Arthur's left eyebrow rose up and he smirked. He strode across the road, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Once he was inside he scanned the room, looking for the brunet that had caught his eye, she wasn't the only woman in the club that he could have had. Every woman that Arthur spotted was beautiful; it seemed that he had picked the right night to come out.

The bitter taste of pure vodka quickly washed down Arthur's throat; he was on his sixth shot but still didn't feel the effect of alcohol.

"Come on, another!" Betty shouted over the music. Arthur had managed to find the girl that had caught his eye. He held up two fingers to the bartender.

"Two more doubles!" Betty threw her head back and downed the seventh shot. Arthur watched her mouth attempting to lip read what she was trying to say but failed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her outside where the deafening music settled into the background.

"Tell me about yourself..." Betty said playing with her hair flirtingly.

"What do you want to know?"

"Are you single?" she asked biting her lip, something Arthur found very sexy.

"I am."

"How is someone as hot as you single?" She asked, holding onto Arthurs forearms and leaning in slightly. Arthur closed the gap between them and their lips met, it wasn't gentle or sweet and it certainly couldn't be called chaste. Betty had clearly had a lot of experience, almost as much as the ladies-man Arthur. Her hungry tongue forced entrance into his mouth and he willingly obliged.

The bulge in Arthur's trousers grew harder and tighter as he thought about the girl he had pressed against the wall, she was totally at his mercy. He dropped his lips to her neck and held on Betty's small waist, she pushed him away, a dark glint in her eye before wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing him again. Betty let out an almost inaudible moan; her lips were soft and plump, perfectly moist whereas Arthurs felt rougher like a typical man. "Arthur..." she whispered against his burning hot skin. He pulled away and looked into her melting emerald eyes.

"I'll call us a cab." He whispered back, whilst kissing her temple. He pulled out his phone and called for a taxi. Meanwhile Betty was tracing her fingers down Arthurs toned chest, his eyes filled with molten onyx, she smirked and slipped her hand into his pants, caressing his hard cock and squeezing it, he growled and pushed her against the wall, Betty slid down and unzipped his pants whilst wrapping her lips around the end of his hard, throbbing, cock. Arthurs head rolled back and he moaned at the feel of her moist tongue circling the head of his penis.

He could tell that she had clearly had a lot of practice at giving blowjobs as she knew exactly what made him squirm and fight against wanting to come. Arthur pulled her up and pressed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely, he spun her round so her back was to him and quickly lifted her dress over her bum. He raised his eyebrow, how ironic she'd gone commando. He pressed his cock against her entrance; she moaned and pushed herself down on him. Once he felt the hot wetness of her tight insides Arthur lost control and couldn't steady himself to tease her and go slowly, he pounded against her, enjoying the sound of their skin slapping together, Betty moaned and whimpered every time he was fully inside her with such speed and power. She got wetter and wetter which meant that Arthur could enter her faster and harder, their breaths became faster and more ragged, Arthur growled and nipped and her neck, she moaned and he felt her nails dig into his hands that were holding her hips securely. "Harder!" Betty commanded, her knees were beginning to feel a little weak, her stomach was twisting and she could feel the pre-explosion coming from her feet, Arthur's hands crept down to her clit and he flicked her tender point of pleasure until he felt her withering under him. Finally he came inside her. He rested his head on her shoulder and remained inside her until their breaths returned to normal. Arthur zipped his trousers back up and pulled Betty's dress back down, he smirked as she turned to face him, her cheeks were flushed.

"I think our cab might be here." He whispered.

Arthur opened the door to the hotel room he booked earlier. Betty walked in and glanced around the room before smirking and making a face that looked like she was debating something.

"What's up?" Arthur asked closing the door behind him.

"I'm just thinking about how many places in here we could have sex..." Betty said suggestively.

"Well let's see, we have the bed- classically, the chair, the table, the shower..."

"I think we're going to be busy." She bit her lip and stepped out of her heels.

"Let's get started."

The fresh smell of the pillow was something that Arthur had grown to love after many jobs working in the extraction business; he rarely slept in his own bed. Whilst he was working on a job he liked to keep things professional, which meant no one night stands, no girls to distract him. And then Cobb went and hired Ariadne, the new architect. He wasn't fazed by it at first, she wasn't his typical type she was plain yet pretty. And yet somehow he fell in love, maybe it was because she was so gentle, so selfless. Maybe it was because she wasn't supposed to fall for her. Gradually she fought her way into every thought he had, and she didn't even know it, but worse, she didn't fall for him.


"Arthur." She whispers to me, she's dressed all in white, a maxi dress that makes her look tall.

"Ariadne?" I whisper back. She smiles and a small laugh bubbles out of her mouth.

"Come on, you're going to be late!" she exclaims pulling my hand towards the green door in front.

"Late for what?" I ask I hate the small frown that had embedded itself between her eyebrows.

"It's Monday, and I'm leaving tomorrow instead of Wednesday." She's pulling on my hand again, desperately trying to get me to go with her.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, but you have to come now, you can't miss me Arthur!" her shout echo's through the empty room. A black hole starts cracking the floor that's beneath her; she begins to scream but not sound comes. It's too late; the hole has swallowed her up.

Arthur sat straight up in bed, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. He scanned the room and realised he was alone. The guest he brought back had already left, it was probably best, the morning after was always awkward.