Beneath the thin skin of her eyelids, Ariadne's eyes moved back and forth, then dropping down to her hand, where Arthur's fingers still were. Ariadne lifted her hand, studying the small features in her hand. If she focused hard enough, she could almost make out the vague outline of their hand embrace. The room was nearly complete with its renovation, the last brick sliding into place. Ariadne looked around, swallowing. She know what Cobb would say. 'Never use memories. This is dangerous, Ariadne. Think of Mal.' But like Arthur had said, Cobb spends a lot of time doing what he says he shouldn't.
The workshop was silent. During the day, most of them had free hours where they could go live their lives as normally as possible. Arthur's dark eyes scanned the place in vain, confirming their solitude. He stood up, only to sit on the edge of the chair. The outer part of Ariadne's calf touched his lower back.
The timer was set for fifteen minutes, translating to three hours here. Everything in the room was hardly exact. Ariadne refused to let it be, and purposely shifted her memory, keeping certain things out of place. Arthur adjusted, bringing his arms to rest on each side of Ariadne's waist. To say that their chemical attraction had been contained would be a lie. It had however, been monitored closely, keeping as much of it down as possible. Occasionally, they slipped. Less occasionally, other members of the team saw it. Arthur inhaled a shallow breath and leaned over Ariadne. Her lips were pouted, corners of her mouth relaxed downward, despite her facial muscles being slack. The air around Ariadne was suddenly warmer, more appealing. Arthur leaned closer, small gusts of his pent up breath escaping over her forehead. He brought his legs on either side of hers, now bracing himself on all fours. Ariadne raised her head to stare at the ceiling. Her lower lip jutted outwards, curiosity taking over her face.
Intelligence, creativity. Technically, she was the first female in the group, and in his opinion, a perfect pick. Not just because she was... so... impressive, but she was exactly what the team needed. Arthur's chest lowered as he let the rest of the air in his lungs wash over Ariadne's face. A few strands of hair blew backwards off her face as she stared up at the ceiling.
