Ariadne always thought she was a closet hopeless romantic. She wouldn't admit to a soul but she had cried when she saw at the cinema when Jack died holding Rose's tiny hands and sunk into the depths of the Artic. Her rational mind told her that was impossible but that didn't stop her from sharing a tear and brushing it almost instantly. She had seen almost all the chick flicks on the market, well most of the ones her eyes caught interest. Her criteria based on the trailer and the opinions of her friends.
Normally she used Sundays to feed up her addiction to romance, going straight to the rental store, take two movies, pay and leave the store like it was on fire. She suspected the teenager of the store thought she might be a desperate woman in seek of love, and maybe he was right but she wasn't in love with the idea of having someone to share a life with. No, she was in love with the feelings that bubble up before the relationship was settled.
She adored the thrill of not knowing whether they would end up together, what she or he would do to conquer their soul mates. Even if the market had proved that happy endings were mandatory in chick flicks, always. But even knowing that beforehand she kept on watching, curling her toes and squealing when something outrageously romantic happened. When those occasions happened, she always muttered to herself that she would love to do that with someone.
The struggle and drama was something the little architect always looked up in a relationship. All the romance, all the little details, words shared, little caresses, glances and of course the feeling of uncertainty during that period is what kept Ariadne in the game. So that was probably the main reason why she got bored after that face was over. And that was probably why she didn't keep a boyfriend for too long.
No, Ariadne wasn't a woman in love with love. She was in love with the entire scenario before that. The hunt.
Not many of her friends knew her true nature, most of them thought she was really unlucky with love and all the guys she dated turned out to be boring or jerks. But the few that did had nick named her baby dingo. Ariadne thought it was a crude way to emphasize her lack of height and overload of cuteness but an accurate name nevertheless. She loved to play the fool, cute, innocent new girl that had no idea of what to do with her life. So when they least expect it, when the guys reached out their hands and caress her behind the ears. The game was over.
It had always been like this until that day when she woke up from a clear vivid dream that her eyes met his. She hadn't seen him when she got into the warehouse. She was so busy and fascinated with the dream machine, and the endless possibilities it opened, that when she was offered a needle she immediately took it and jumped into the wagon. When she opened her eyes after being smacked with a huge piece of glass, and after some Cobb's reassuring words, she had heard his voice. He spoke in such a formal tone that Ariadne could had sworn she heard a robot. No doubt he chose his words carefully, communicating with nothing but the absolutely essential. So when she woke up from the second dream she was surprised to see him on her side, comforting her by rubbing her arm gently and searching her eyes desperately.
Of course she had attributed this to part of his personality. Probably he did this with every woman, especially someone that looked as small and fragile like her. If only he knew she chuckled mentally. So after digesting what just happened and her mind screaming at all volume to get the hell out, she had stormed off the warehouse. Just to return the day after and accept the job.
She would be lying if she said she had minded being left alone with the mysterious gentleman. But after considering the possibilities it held and of course the way he had looked at her when she left that night, she knew a new game had just begun and was glad the guy this time was cute. So after toying with the idea she decided it was on. The only thing she regretted was that if the chase turned out to be a short one it would be awkward keep working with him.
The next couple of days continued as scheduled, they were still alone under the orders of their boss. He had to train her until their leader came back with the rest of the team. So taking this as the perfect opportunity, she had used most of the resources she held. First she started by asking him in casual tone ordinary questions about his tastes, what type of drinks and foods he liked and his preferences in things such as the color palette. Once she had this information she raised the bar by bringing him one morning his favorite coffee.
The days continued and she kept on pushing up the significance of the gestures. It wasn't long before he shamelessly stared at her from his desk, sometimes she looked up and met his eyes. Pretending to find them by accident and act embarrassed, then she smiled and looked away. And whenever she had to cross in front of his desk she emphasized the waving of her hips, well knowing that his stare would instantly glue to her ass. It was marching well, slowly but steady, until the rest of the team joined them.
At first she felt tempted to change subjects, Arthur was cute but it was taking way to long. But Eames… oh he wasn't just cute, he was smoking hot. She hadn't dated one of those in months. However that thought went out of the window that same afternoon. He had approached her and offered an invitation to the bar around the corner. She frowned displeased, she didn't like it when things were given to her that easily but since certain prune boy wasn't putting out she thought it wouldn't hurt to play with the English man for a night.
She was about to say yes to his offer when she saw by the corner of her eye, Arthur glaring the forger resentfully. In that moment she knew that the purpose for Eames could be slightly different as the one she marked him for at the beginning. She refused his offer, commenting she had already plans but she would love to reschedule for another day. Eames grinned and made her pinky promise on that. She rolled her eyes at his childish but adorable behavior, and nodded in agreement.
The next day both architect and forger left the warehouse for their 'date'. They arrived to the bar and Eames ordered for her. When the waiter placed their drinks on the table and left, the forger turned to her with a serious face.
"So... What little sick game you're playing at?" he asked sipping from his beer.
"Game? I don't know what are you talking about" she responded frowning.
"Don't play fool on me sweetie. I have being in the field long enough to not know what you're doing. So either you tell me or I'll have to resource to other methods of persuasion" he commented taking a couple of peanuts from the bowl in front of him and munching them loudly.
Ariadne was tempted to ask what other type of methods but sensing that would be a terrible idea, she sighed and proceeded explaining. She had omitted certain details but she suspected the forger had filled those gaps for her. After all he was specialized in tricking the subconscious of his victims. What made her thought she could fool a professional trickster?
Once everything was on the table the tension was lifted and both started to have a good time. Thanks to the effects of the alcohol and the few snacks the forger ordered, they started to share stories about their previous conquests. Ariadne was impressed with all the tricks the forger had under his sleeve, taking mental notes. Also Eames had praised her when she told him about certain maneuvers she used with some guys.
The night ended before their minds could register that fact. He offered to tag along until she was safely in her place, she was too inebriated to refuse. So once they were on her door they bid their farewells, she was unlocking the door when she heard him call her. She turned to face him.
"So you know… be careful"
She raised an eyebrow "About?"
"Arthur" he said
She shook her head and smiled "Don't worry. I'll be extra careful with him"
"I meant you"
There was a pause, Eames took a step forward trying to keep his balance. He continued.
"You might fell for him"
She chuckled "I doubt it"
"Just saying" he burped and smiled "Bye sweetie" he said turning and swinging a little on the way down.
She just rolled her eyes and stepped inside. After cleaning up her face, she took two aspirins and went to bed. Still thinking about the words of the English man.
The following morning not surprisingly a mild headache had set camp inside her head. So when she arrived at the warehouse she gained a couple of concerned glances from her teammates when she didn't greet them like she normally did. When she spotted the empty desk of the Forger she cursed him, he could take the day off if he wanted, but she had a lot of pending work to do. So after an hour of trying to concentrate in the design for the third level she sighed frustrated and banged her head on the desk. Deciding it was best if she went out and get a cup of coffee to help her concentrate, she turned her chair and stood up.
To her surprise Arthur was on the way, holding in his right hand the exact same thing she was thinking of getting. She blinked a couple of times at the paper cup before looking up with a raised brow.
"Thought you might be needing this" he said extending the cup to her.
She took it and frowned. Waiting no longer she took a sip from it, hazel nut with cinnamon. How did he had known? Surprised she looked up at the responsible and found a ghost of a small smile playing on the corner of his lips. Dumbfounded she opened her mouth to say something but since no sound came out she decided to close it. Apparently this amused the Point Man because now he was half smiling.
"You're welcome" he said before turning and heading back to his desk.
The rest of the morning was uneventful; her headache finally evacuated the area. Around midday the forger made his appearance with a huge paper bag on his right hand. Greeting everyone he started to distribute the contents of it. Turns out it was bagels and sandwiches. All of them thanked and took a break to enjoy the little refreshments.
Eames sat next to Ariadne, she suspected he had done it in purpose. It didn't take long before a well knowing stare was upon the pair. Ariadne was too hungry to pay attention to it. Instead she focused on the bagel on her hand.
"I see that our, ever the gentleman, Arthur brought you coffee this morning"
She turned to him "How did you know?" she asked with her mouth full.
"That's disgusting, even for you. Your momma never told you not to speak with your mouth full?"
She swallowed "Some guys find it attractive" she said smirking.
"As a matter of fact I do, specially when their hands are busy too. But you see sweetie your target is fond of manners" he said pointing at Arthur, who was talking at the moment with Cobb.
Ariadne just shrugged and took another bite from her bagel. She reached out for the cup of coffee and took a sip from it. Remembering who had brought it to her she looked up and searched for him. He was still chatting with Cobb, his back entirely to her. She tilted her head and tried to picture what he might look like while speaking to Cobb. Noticing Eames staring at her by the corner of her eye, she turned to face him and raised a brow inquisitively.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, just here watching you drooling over our Point Man"
"Drooling? I am not drooling" she retorted.
"You so were darling" he said smirking
"I was not!" she snapped biting angrily at the rest of her bagel.
"Keep fooling yourself for as long as you want" he winked.
"Screw you" she said swallowing the munch she had on her mouth.
The forger only smirked and gave another bite to his cream cheese bagel. And so with that the day was over.
The following days turned out to be a stressful nightmare, all the team members were working non stop in their individual tasks. The only moments they crawled out of their designated areas was when it was time to eat. Eames usually sat next to her, but sometimes the prick decided to play nasty and told Arthur to take his spot. At first Arthur rolled his eyes and accepted reluctantly, but Ariadne suspected he was happy with the arrangement.
In those rare occasions she had learned by observing what type of food he was fond of and how he liked to eat it. Until one afternoon, when it was his turn to bring the food, she was surprised that she wasn't the only one learning about eating habits. He had just brought her a salad the exact way she loved it prepared. Stunned by this little gesture she turned to thank him, but once again he said it was nothing and walked away with the same small smile on his lips.
Eames of course teased her about this until she got really irritated and started to toss him the left overs of her food. Still that didn't stop her from blushing creeping when she was caught by the knowing stares of the Point Man. This encouraged the laughter of the Forger to a whole new level, increasing the embarrassment of the poor architect.
This was getting out of hands she thought bitterly. This wasn't supposed to be going this way, she was the one in charge. She was the one who were supposed to impress him with the little details and knowing smiles, not the other way around. Frustrated she kept on with her plan, ignoring all the gestures and stares he gave her. But when the afternoon when she had showed the team the dreams she had built, and Cobb had praised her about her designs, Arthur had crossed the line by patting her on the shoulder and for the first time giving her a complete smile. She noticed that his eyes slightly sunk by the dimples of his cheeks, in such an adorable way that she couldn't help but blush.
That night she couldn't sleep. Rolling over and over on her bed, punching the misfortunate pillow under her head.
She didn't have time to recover the control over the situation because the next day after the work was over, and when everybody had left, she saw Cobb on the corner. Running again those so-called 'tests' he so much proclaimed they were. Curiosity winning over her and getting much more than she had bargained for, she woke up to find their employer announcing that it was time. That announcement had unraveled a series of events that still now her mind had difficulty to keep track on.
One minute she was on the warehouse, the next one on a plane to Australia and then on a hotel room in Sydney being trained by Arthur. Since she wasn't supposed to be in the dreams, she had no idea how to defend herself in them. Protectively he had offered to teach her and now she was on a cityscape really similar to New York with a gun in her hand, shooting at threatening projections, hidden in an alley. One bullet had reached her left arm, she winced in pain. Then she heard a rough voice telling her to duck, she didn't need to be told twice. Ducking and rolling to the side, she hid behind a trashcan and closed her eyes.
The pain was overwhelming she hugged her arm protectively, breathing heavily. She heard gunfire on the other side, but she didn't put much attention. The warm blood flooding from her arm was making her nauseous. She then heard another couple of gunshots when she felt his presence next to her. He stared at her cradled figure, she felt weak by the way she looked. But he didn't seem to notice or care. Instead he kneeled and started to work on her wound.
Carefully he had ripped off the sleeve of her jacket and started to examine the wound closely. He was concentrated on the injury that he didn't notice the proximity of their faces, instead the ever so professional Point Man shredded the piece of garment into a long stripe and improvised a tourniquet. This help to ease the pain a little but Ariadne kept on breathing heavily.
"Can you walk?" he asked her.
Opening her eyes she nodded lightly. She tried to stand up but her ankles were weak and didn't support her properly. There was another set of gunshots. Arthur cursed and without asking he took her in his arms in a bridal style. More gunshots and Arthur started to sprint to the other way. Feeling she might fall from his embrace, she hugged him by the neck tightly. If this gesture molested him, he didn't comment anything.
They reached to a near building. Arthur kicked the door of the basement and stepped in. Carefully he walked to the corner of the empty room and deposited Ariadne on the floor. He gave her one last look before standing up.
"I'll secure the perimeter" he said pulling out a handgun from the holster of his right leg.
She nodded in agreement and with that he left her alone. Wincing in agony she moved so her back could rest on the wall behind her. Panting she closed her eyes and cursed. She was supposed to be trained not protected. What was the point of the dream if she wasn't learning anything? Pressing her lips until they turned white she opened her eyes and looked at the door where Arthur just left. She noticed a heavy weight on her right hand, she hadn't known she still carried the gun with her. There weren't many bullets left, she rolled her eyes.
"Perfect" she muttered.
A set of gunshots made her jerk in surprise, they were really close to her hiding place. Panic started to rose in the pitch of her stomach. What if they had gotten Arthur already? Well it didn't matter it was a dream right? He would just wake up and that would be it. So why she was still worried he had got shot? Taking a deep breath she decided it was best to check if he was all right, rather than stay there and wait to be killed or for the dream to be over.
Carefully she stood up, her knees were still a little weak. She didn't pay much attention to this. Instead she walked a couple of steps to the door. Hiding her on the wall she peeked out the frame. There was no one outside. She frowned and stepped out. After a couple of steps and then she felt the pressure of something metallic on her back.
"Don't move" an unfamiliar voice spoke to her ear.
She gulped and felt how slowly fear started to consume her, still she obeyed and stood where she was.
"Drop the gun" the male voice commanded.
Her right hand opened slowly, seeing by the corner of her eye how her only weapon in slow motion fell over the floor. She knew it was over, she was going to be killed. And even if didn't mean anything, even knowing she wasn't going to die for real, she couldn't stop feeling helpless. She closed her eyes and heard a gunshot. She waited for the familiar pull but when nothing came she opened her eyes slowly.
In front of her stood Arthur, gun raised, white smoke emanating from the barrel of his handgun. She blinked confused until she heard the heavy thud of a body collapsing behind her. Her attacker was dead. She turned to face the Point Man. He started to load his gun before walking to her. After meticulously examining her frame he gave a step back.
"You ok?" he asked tilting his head
She nodded "I'm fine"
"Good, let's get out of here" he said turning his back.
She felt a huge weight settle on her chest. The shock of being at the verge of dying, even if that wasn't for real, to being saved shook her insides in more ways that she could had estimated. She felt the impulse to do or at least say something. Arthur had already walked a couple of steps away from her when she called him out by his name. He turned to her, not a ingle emotion reflected on his features. Her mouth went dry, she avoided his gaze, feeling stupid she cleared her throat and looked up.
"Thank you"
His expression didn't falter he just looked at her with an evaluating stare. She felt exposed. But after a second or two his expression softened and a small almost imperceptible smile appeared in the corner of his lips.
"You're welcome"
She was about to return the smile when the earth started to shake. Frowning she looked up at him, asking with her eyes what was happening and before he could say anything both were back in the room. There was Cobb with arms crossed on his chest bending over, he didn't need to say what was on his mind to know what he was wondering. Ariadne avoided his gaze. Arthur commented that if she had survived his projections, she could do just fine in an untrained mind like Fisher's.
If only that was true.
Again things speed up in a way that it was a wonder she hadn't thrown up yet. The first level had gone wrong in so many ways, they had managed to escaped by a stroke of luck. But now Saito was wounded and Cobb and Arthur were discussing heatedly. Then in an outburst of rage the Point Man had turned to her and accused her to put a train in the middle of the street. She had defended that she didn't, but didn't say who did. Cobb's memories were private and she intent to keep them that way.
After discussing the best way was to continue, they all agreed reluctantly to continue the mission and after some confrontations between her and the extractor, they left the safe house on the van. Just as planned.
The second level was calmer than the first but she could still sense the menace in the air. She had appeared on the second floor of the lobby, walking down the stairs she met Arthur. He was sat on the bench at the end of the stairs, he didn't look up. Following the plan she sat next to him, trying to blend in the atmosphere. After a couple of seconds of silence he cleared his throat.
"I apologize"
Ariadne frowned and turned to face him "For what?" she asked
"For false accusing you of putting a train on the first level"
She blinked a couple of times before shaking her head "It's ok"
Arthur looked up and half smiled at her, she returned the gesture. They were interrupted by a couple of steps close to them. Arthur looked up.
"There goes mister Charles"
Ariadne looked over to where Cobb was heading.
"Who or what is Mr. Charles?" she asked still looking at the extractor.
"It's a gambit designed to turn Fischer against his own subconscious" he explained placing his elbows over his knees.
"And why don't you approve?"
"Cause it involves telling the mark that he's dreaming. Which involves attracting a lot of attention to us" he said gazing from the corner of his eye at the projections around them.
"Didn't Cobb say never to do that?" she asked tilting her head.
"Mmmm. So now you've noticed how much time Cobb spends doing things he says never to do" He concluded with a mocking tone, making Ariadne snort.
They stayed like that in silence for a couple of minutes or so that's how it seemed. Ariadne started to wonder if the charade would work when she started to spot all the people around glaring them. The floor started to rumble and Ariadne placed her hands on the bench.
"What's happening?" she asked alarmed.
"Cobb's drawing Fischer attention to the strangeness of the dream. Which is making his subconscious look for the dreamer. For me" he said frowning, turning to her "Quick, give me a kiss"
She was in such a state of panic that she didn't object when his lips found hers. The brush was light, just a chaste. If it wasn't for the circumstances they were under, Ariadne could have actually enjoyed it. He pulled away slowly. Ariadne suffocated the impulse of sighing. She then noticed a pair of glaring eyes.
"They're still looking at us" she commented with an accusatory tone.
"Yeah, it was worth a shot" he said turning to her, with what it seemed a mischievous smile on the corner of his lips. "We should probably get out of here" he said standing up and heading to the stairs.
Wait- what was that? What just happened? Ariadne didn't have time because now they were supposed to head to the rooms and place the detonators. She was dying to say something, turn the tables over but Arthur was avoiding her gaze. Not even when she asked him about the charges and why he had to set it himself. Reviving the kiss she half smirked when he was explaining him why wouldn't they have a kick on free fall.
Again things kept on happening in such a speed that Ariadne wondered if that happened every time they did this or was just this unlucky time. Before her mind could grasp what was going on she was on the third level yelling at Cobb to shoot her crazy wife. He didn't of course and thanks to that now she was on limbo, trying to find Fisher.
After witnessing the most heartbreaking moment and shooting at the cause for all their mishaps, Ariadne pushed Fisher off the building and after begging Cobb not to lose himself she jumped. All the kicks were synchronized perfectly, she opened her eyes just to be killed by the collapsing ceiling, then open again just to be smashed into the floor, and once more just to be almost drowned trying to breath. Arthur was already on her side, handing her the tank of air. She sucked into it hungrily and started to swim to the surface.
Once they were up, both Architect and Point Man swum to the shore. He let her a couple of seconds of peace before asking about what happened down. She told him all the details, noticing a little frown on his forehead when he heard she was the one who suggested to go to Limbo. But didn't comment anything. Instead he only watched the other couple not far from them, as she continued with the tale.
After a while they were joined by Yusuf, he told them that Robert had walked off with Eames by his side. Deciding it was best to stick together until the level was over they walked to a hotel near the bay. Once everyone had their own rooms, they all gathered in Arthur's room. Yusuf explained that the sedative was only dangerous the first phase which meant they had to stay at least a day more in the first level before killing themselves. Since the projections were only threatening when the mark was under attack, they had no problem in going to their respective rooms.
Feeling dirty she hit the shower, even if that wasn't really happening her mind made it feel real. So after taking a long bath she walked out the restroom covered in a robe and jumped over the bed. Laying on her stomach she started to drift into sleep. She chuckled, falling asleep in a dream. Now that's something she had never heard. Smiling she closed her eyes and let the tiredness take over her. Her body was succeeding when she heard a soft knock on the door.
"Not possible" she grunted, standing up and heading to the door.
She opened quickly with a raised eyebrow "What!" she yelled to whoever was behind it.
She wasn't surprised to see on the other side the leather jacket and black trousers behind it. Arthur just looked down. After staring at each other for a couple of seconds he cleared his throat.
"May I come in?"
Taken back she nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Once she closed the door behind him she noticed the state she was in, folding her arms over her chest she walked to him.
"What's up?"
Arthur was examining the room before turning to her, hands on his pockets. He didn't say anything, instead gave her a concerned look. Well knowing what that meant Ariadne just rolled her eyes and walked to her bed, throwing herself on top of it. She felt his gaze upon her.
"I'm fine Arthur, my mind isn't a scrambled egg"
He nodded and walked a step forward to the bed. He pointed at the bed, knowing what he meant by that she nodded. Sitting on the edge of it Arthur turned to the architect and gave her a knowing stare. She gulped and sighed.
"Have faith Arthur, he'll be back"
Again he nodded and looked away. Seeing the pain reflected on his eyes, Ariadne started to comprehend the gravity of the situation. What if Cobb didn't come back? What if he stayed down there with the shadow of his wife? What if he couldn't find Saito on time and both of them were trapped in there for eternity? Straightening up she approached Arthur. When he turned to face her, she smiled.
In a reassuring impulse she rested her head on top of his right shoulder, it seemed the right thing to do. He didn't pull away. They stood like that gazing at the wall not really looking until Arthur cleared his throat.
"I apologize" he spoke softly.
Ariadne frowned and pulled away to face him "You already apologized"
"This is not about the train"
"Oh…" she said almost guessing what he was heading to "about what then?" she asked nevertheless.
"Is about the kiss" he said turning to face her.
She titled her head, contemplating the depths of his eyes. There was remorse in them. She placed her head again on top of his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Did you like it?" she asked abruptly.
Silence. Ariadne resisted the impulse to look up and face him instead she waited. After a couple of long seconds she felt him move, it was a nod. She grinned.
"Then don't apologize"
A couple of minutes passed before she felt him move once again. He was getting restless she could sense it. But the way her head fit perfectly fit on the crook of his neck, made her behave a little selfish to even acknowledge his discomfort. She was intenting to stretch the moment for as long as she could. Well knowing that at some point it had to be over. The moment ended when he cleared his throat, commanding her to look up at him. Reluctantly she did.
Meeting his eyes Ariadne waited for whatever he had his mind fixed upon. She saw how his Adam's apple going up and down as he swallowed. Mesmerized by this she smiled. His eyes were focused on her lips, she chuckled mentally, she was back in control. Feeling in familiar grounds she licked her lips. He had followed this motion. Laughing mentally she bit her lower lip. He swallowed once more. Resisting the impulse to scream in triumph she pronounced her smile.
"Arthur" she whispered almost purring his name.
He didn't respond just gave a slight nod, as a sign he was listening. Still staring her lips. This was so easy.
"Do you like me?" this time she did purred.
Another nod. Way too easy. Grinning in Cheshire cat proportions she pulled away a little, tilting her head.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked playing with her fingers.
"You just did" he responded diverting his eyes to her hands.
She chuckled by the smart retort. "Well another one then"
Arthur nodded "Go on"
Ariadne looked up and started to picture how to extern her question. After a little thought she turned to him, smiling devilishly.
"If we by any chance end up doing something in this level. Would the dreamer feel what we're doing?" she asked looking at her finger, avoiding his gaze.
By the corner of her eye she noticed how he gulped, spotting a little color creep up over his neck and cheeks. She turned to face him with the most innocent look she could perform.
He cleared his throat "Well, usually is the other way around. The dreamer is the one that influences the projections. But yes, the dreamer can sense what's happening" he explained avoiding her gaze.
She chuckled at the innocent reflex of the Point Man. It was charming the way some men still kept their decency on top of their primal needs. Ariadne stretched her arms to the front before yawning openly.
"That's a shame" she commented before turning to him "I guess we have to wait until we land"
The look he gave her was all that Ariadne had hoped for, if only she had a camera to take a picture of it. With both eyes opened like plates, his mouth opened in a perfect o and his cheeks tinted with crimson. Yes, It was a delight to put Arthur out of his comfort zone. She chuckled as she stood up and headed to the door.
It took a couple of seconds to the Point Man to realize what her actions meant, he stood up and fixed his clothes. Avoiding her eyes he walked to the door. Opening for him, she stepped aside to let the Point Man exit her room. He was walking to the end of the aisle when she called him. Arthur returned with a raised eyebrow.
"A preview"
He frowned confused but when she pulled him by the jacket to her, she tiptoed and smashed her lips on his. She brushed hers roughly, licking his lower lip and asking for permission. It was granted. And after sticking her tongue inside and rubbing it on top of his she broke the kiss. Arthur had his lips slightly parted, gasping for air. His eyes wide open.
Ariadne chuckled and grinned impishly.
"Good night Arthur" she murmured as she closed the door behind her.
Yes she still loved to play with men, she was a man-eater after all and damn she loved every second of it. But as she walked back to her bed, counting how many hours was left before the first level was over, she started to wonder about the Point Man. After some minutes of consideration she grinned and jumped onto the bed. Maybe this time she might keep this one for a while.
A/N: Ok... seriously I need to stop this and make them shorter. What's wrong with me? They're supposed to be one shot short fics not novels ^^ sorry if it is too long.