Disclaimer: I don't own Inception.

* I may not make the story as often because exams are starting for me, but I'll try my best. :)

Arthur was standing infront of Ariadne's door. Planning in his head exactly what to say to her. So far, he had nothing. That was a good start, at least he thought that. Arthur was playing out different senarios that could happen. A: She would beat him until he's black and blue. B: She would forgive him (Fat chance). Or C: Slam the door in his face. Either way he knew he had to talk to her. He knocked on the door, finally after standing there for 10 minutes. He stood there waiting for a good 2 minutes, he decided to walk away. Well at least he could walk back to the warehouse saying he tried. He heard the door open which made him turn around, looking back at a small girl who looked like she had been beaten.

"What are you doing here?" She looked so distressed, tired. Her eyes were blood-shot. Arthur was slowly dying inside, because he knew he was the one who caused it.

"I'm here to say I'm sorry." Ariadne had looked straight into his eyes, then began walking back into her apartment. Arthur was standing there waiting to see if she would come back out.

"You coming in or not?"

Eames was leaning back in his chair staring into space, when Cobb had called him out of his daze.

"Eames, do you have any good idea who you're going to impersonate?"

"I was thinking of impersonating both Nash and Kitamen."

"Good idea. We need to touch base on what's going to be the plan."

"Well when Arthur and Ariadne bother to come back, then I guess we could go over it."

"How long does it take for him to apologize and get her butt back in here."

"Love, it's Arthur. You should know him by now."

"Would you like to sit?" Ariadne's voice rang in his ears as he walked into her apartment. He gave a good look around of what was visible for his human eye. He though it was a comforting home, not the cleanest but not the messiest either. It was...homey... in a way. The walls in the living room were painted a rich dark blue, in the kitchen it had looked like the walls were a soft brown colour. He had looked around a little more finding a few of her sketches on her art desk. Some were even pinned to her wall, he couldn't help but let a little smile creep on his face.

Arthur decided to sit on a one-piece chair across a small coffee table placed in the centre. Ariadne chose to sit across from him in a love seat, which made her look lost in due to her size. Nothing but silence filled the room, which seemed to comfort Arthur, but to Ariadne it looked like it was annoying the hell out of her.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Arthur could here the agitation in her voice as she spoke, which made him feel guilty.

"I'm sorry." Arthur was now staring at the floor, like there was a unique design to it. In reality, he just wanted to avoid her eyes.

"Oh really? I think that's bullshit!" Arthur had shot his head up looking straight into Ariadne's piercing warm chocolate brown eyes. He couldn't believe she just said bullshit!

"Why? I came all the way here, running at that, all to just say sorry. Yet you think it's bullshit."

"Oh I'm sorry am I supposed to feel greatful that you ran here just to tell me that you're sorry." Arthur hung his head again, this time staring at his dirt-free, polished black slacks.

"No." After Arthur spoke, there was another long silence. Ariadne let out a frustrated sigh.

"Look. This isn't entirely your fault. I mean, I understand that you would be concerned with my safety and such, but Arthur, I'm 22. I'm an adult, I can look after myself. I don't need you baby-sitting me. I appriciate the fact that you're taking cautions with me, but please just focus on your own safety and I'll focus on mine." Arthur couldn't help but smile. She was such a bother, but he loved that about her.

"Promise me that you won't do anything like that again. Or watch over me like a dog."

"I can't promise anything."

"Arthur." Her voice was very demanding, and strained. She was going to end up winning the battle, even if it cost a few spats here and there. She heard Arthur give out an exagerated breath.

"Fine, fine. I won't be so overboard with precaution."

"More like paranoia." Arthur had given her a slight glare/smirk. Ariadne had slumped into the seat. She mumbled something under her breath which sounded like "it's true." Arthur couldn't help but smile contently. Everything was perfect, well close to perfect. His smile grew even bigger as he took in Ariadne's form. Slumped into the chair without a care in the world.

"What?"

"Nothing. We better get back before Eames starts saying complete non-sense to the others." Ariadne couldn't help but laugh. But it was true, God only knows what Eames would say about the two of them. Ariadne was filled with slight disappointment. Arthur didn't want to be alone with her. Did he not like her pressance or something. Ariadne was thinking like a hormonal teenage girl.

"You okay?" Ariadne was snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Arthur near the door.

"Oh, uhm, yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure."

"Yes." Something was creeping at the back of Ariadne's mind. Arthur was... something else. He drove her insane. Ariadne questioned herself many times if she needed to see a doctor considering the state her brain was in, all thanks to him. The day he kissed her in the dream, she knew she would never see Arthur the same ever again. Still to this day, she's completely haunted by it. Why was he being so secretive? Why were ALL guys like that?

Ariadne was slowly rising from her sofa grabbed her red knit sweater from one of the dining room tables, and head towards the door. Slowly.

"By the time you get to the door I'll be 80 years old."

"Ha ha, that's so funny!" She shot him one of her glares.

"Arthur. I need to talk to you about something, and it's been haunting me ever sinse the Fisher job." Arthur had an alarmed face on. He assumed there was something that happened to her in the dream that he should have known about.

"Calm down it's nothing bad." Arthurs tense shoulders relaxed a little, as he waited for her to speak again.

"In the Fisher job, when we were in your subconcious...why did you...you know." Arthur already knew what she meant. He couldn't help but smile because of her nervousness. He saw her fingers being wrestled by each other, and her breathing was shakey. He walked up to her swiftly, but slowly, having a little smirk grow across his face. As he was walking closer to Ariadne, he noticed that she was moving back, only until she hit the wall connecting to the kitchen. He slight smirk, grew to a full out playful grin. He had a little plan in his head, a little teasing, and flirting wouldn't hurt. He reached Ariadne, who was still pinned to the wall, frozen. He pressed his body lightly against her, just to see what she would do, but she did nothing but stare at him with shocked wide eyes. He slowly crained his neck down her ear, and whispered something, rather intimidating.

"I wanted to. I could do it again... right now...if you want?" Arthur felt like the smirk was permanetly stuck to his face. He was having a lot of fun teasing the small girl infront of him. He turned his head slightly to the side just to see her reaction, but there was no change, if anything her eyes grew wider. If that was even possible. Arthur was now face to face, with the beautiful, flawless girl infront of him. He took some time to look at her beautiful eyes, her slightly flushed cheeks, her round nose, and the most intimidating feature to him, her perfect lips. He felt like they were just teasing him, telling him to just kiss her. He started to lean more and more into Ariadne, until their noses were brushing up against each other.

"Tell me when to stop." But Ariadne just looked at him, waiting to see if he dared to make a move... again. She though he was just pulling her leg, making it seem like it was some joke. But she had to be honest she was caugh off guard, by a LONG shot. She never knew Arthur could be this seductive. She tried not to look at it in a sexual way but it was turning her on. She noticed that she could feel his sweet, hot breath resting on her face, which made her completely turn into a solid icicle. Ariadne had though that he would slowly bring his lips onto her's but instead, it was like an urgent need. She expected him to slowly, and gently kiss her lips, as if they were like glass. But instead, he caught her off guard, crushing his lips onto her's, having his warm hands roam on her waist and neck. She couldn't believe it, she thought that it HAD to be a dream. No way in hell would this happen in reality, but in all honesty, she wouldn't care if it was or wasn't. Knots were growing in her stomach, she couldn't believe the impact Arthur was burrying into her. He was torturing her. She felt his left hand creep around her back bringing her closer to him, as if there were any space between them, his right hand was massaging her neck in a tender way, to show that he cared for her. Ariadne finally had a reaction. She slowly raised her arms, hesitation in mind, but it left as soon as it came. She ran her left hand through his neat hair, while the right was resting on his neck as well. It was a slight challenge for Ariadne, considering her size was impecably small, she went on the balls of her toes, trying her best to reach up to his level, not even high heels would help her right now. Ariadne grew frustrated considering her toes were beginning to hurt from all of her weight. She decided to guide Arthur into the bedroom, that was she wouldn't have to reach up to him for dear life. Arthur was paying no attention, except for the fact that her, and his lips were brushing up against each other roughly. Which made Arthur go insane. Only when he opened his eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of her, did he notice that there was a change in location. He saw the purple walls locking them in, and the bed that looked so interesting right now. He decided to let his emotion take the better side of him. He lead Ariadne to the edge of the bed, running his hand down her spine, feeling her slight shiver, which only made him smile through the intoxicating kiss. He slowly climbed onto the bed with Ariadne underneath him, dragging both his and her body to the head of the bed, finally resting her head on the pillow. Was Arthur really going to take things far. He knew it wasn't a smart idea, infact he knew that it was a completely STUPID idea, but he couldn't help it, Ariadne reminded him of heroine, he was the drugee, and she was his own personal all access herione package. It was addictive. Arthur decided to make things a little more interesting. He decided to try and enter his tounge into her mouth, but she wouldn't budge, he tried again but she STILL wouldn't allow him. He grew frustrated, which only caused the kiss to become rougher. Arthur decided to to something rash. He began to gently graze his index finger along the side of her neck, running along the centre of her chest stopping at her stomach. Arthur dug his arm underneath her back to bring her body closer to his, she had let out a litte gasp, which Arthur took and decided to kiss her adruptly shoving his tounge into her mouth. Ariadne had to be honest, she loved everything that was happening to her. The diziness in her head, her heart racing, and her ears ringing. But the best thing was knowing that Arthur's body was resting right on-top of her's. Arthur's emotions were now on overdrive. He began to tug at the bottom of her shirt, then slowly he began to bring his hand under her shirt, as he reached her chest, Ariadne spoke out of breath.

"Stop!" Arthur had stopped in his tracks. He brough his face up to look at her straight into her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Arthur was breathless, it was a mircle that he could even speak.

"Nothing, I mean I'm enjoying this, and trust me when I say that, but do you really want to do that. I mean we work together, and think of what Cobb would say if he found out."

"Ahh, but he won't find out unless one of us tells him, and I highly doubt that you would say anything. Also, who cares if we work together."

"Wow, who are you and what have to done with the real Arthur?" He couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He looked back into her deep eyes, noticing that her lips were slightly swollen. He brought his lips to her's again closing, what felt like a massive gap between the two. He pulled away slightly, asking Ariadne a simple question.

"Only tell me to stop if YOU want me to, not anything else." Ariadne was trying to process what was the right thing to do, but truth be told she really didn't give a damn. This time it was her turn to kiss him. He was surprised, but also glad that she didn't tell him to stop. He began to run his hand underneath her shiirt again where he left off. Before you knew it, their clothes were sprawled all around the floor, and the rest was for them to keep to themselves, and no one else.

Okay so, I didn't really mean to make a massive paragraph but Ehhhh who gives. I love it so I decided to leave it the way it was. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I worked on this one the hardest, trying to make everything flow smoothly, and in my personal view I think it did, but its up to you guys. So please review. I'd appriciate it. THANKS! :)