Oh wow I am so excited to be writing a new chapter. I like doing this story! It's so much fun! This chapter is called hot n fun by nerd. Sorta self explanatory...you all are welcome in advance. This is part one and its from Ariadne's point of view. Next one will be Arthur's point of view of what happened in this chapter okay?

Okay so I don't own inception...blah blah blah

ON WITH IT!

"Do you have warehouses all over the world Arthur?" Ariadne asked. The point man grinned and organized a small oak desk in the corner.

"Only in places I visit often."

Ariadne sat down on the brown suede couch and grabbed a pillow. "There's much nicer furniture here." She said, referring to the recliners lined up neatly across from her. Arthur shrugged and walked over with two cases.

"I never thought Paris would be a permanent home I guess." He mumbled as he started setting up the suitcases.

"You mean..." She bit her lip and grinned. "Arthur you're staying in Paris?"

He nodded and smiled a little to himself. "I informed my landlord and paid for six more months."

Ariadne couldn't contain herself. She stood up and flung her arms around Arthur. "I was hoping you'd stay."

Arthur laughed and hugged her back. "Why would I leave if my girlfriend still lived there?" He chuckled.

Ariadne froze and looked up at the point man. "You said...girlfriend." She choked out. He had never ever referred to her as his girlfriend. He made it clear when they started seeing each other that they would never ever use those terms.

"Oh..right."

She just smiled more. "Arthur, I'm okay with it, in fact I'm sort of happy." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before returning to the couch.

"Good. It's hard not calling you...the G word." He smirked. She sat quietly, watching the point man do what he does best. Every now and then, her eyes would wander down to his butt but she'd always catch herself.

He wasn't the same man she had met on the first job. He had a twinkle in his eye and he was always excited to work. She was proud of him for holding it together. His best friend had retired yet the point man remained stable.

All because of her. What he saw in her, she might not ever know. She always thought of herself as an ordinary young lady.

He would always mention cute things she does, things she thought were just normal. Like how she always sings Beatles songs in the shower. Or how she constantly quotes Shakespeare and Aristotle. To Arthur, everything she did was cute. The way she got dressed this morning, for example. When she was trying to get her skinny jeans on, she did a cute little dance to get them on, according to Arthur.

In her opinion, it wasn't a dance, it was a simple technique for getting on the tight jeans. Now that she thought of it, why did she let Arthur watch her get dressed anyway?

Mornings were always a blur to the young architect. While she was off in her own little world, she was back to staring at the point man's butt. Of course he caught her.

"Ariadne," His voice snapped her out of it. He had only his head slightly turned to her. "were you staring at my butt?"

She blushed and looked down at her sketch book. Of course, on the page, there was rough sketch of Arthur's backside. Wow.

"I spaced out." She mumbled, ripping out the page and crumpling up the drawing. He raised his eyebrows and walked over to her.

"What's that?" He asked nodding towards the ball of paper in her fist.
"Nothing just an amateur dream level." She lied. She attempted to stand up but the point man sat her back down.

"Well I'd love to see it. Amateur or not, I'm very interested in what my ass could have inspired." He chuckled.

Ariadne quickly shook her head. Arthur just smiled. "Well alright. I guess I'll just have to fight you for it." He chuckled.

He reached over and tickled her stomach, causing her to lay down and squirm. "Stop Arthur!" She said in between fits of laughter.

He laughed and got on top of her. "Hand it over tiny."

She finally gave in and handed him the sheet of paper. He got on his knees, still over Ariadne, and opened the paper up.

He snorted a little and then exploded into a fit of laughter. She pushed him off of her and the couch and he landed on the floor with a thud. Of course, this only made him laugh harder.

"Oh Ari!" He said in between laughter. She rolled her eyes and ended up laughing a little herself. She rolled off the couch and landed next to him.

"Ouch." She laughed harder. He nodded and found himself giving her a small kiss. Which turned into an extreme make out session, involving rolling around on the floor and laughter in between.

They were so out of it that they didn't even notice Eames walking in.

"Well that's gross." He bellowed. Ariadne pulled away and found she self sitting on Arthur's stomach. She blushed and Arthur didn't seem to care. He continued kissing her neck like nothing was wrong until she pushed him back down.

"Sorry you had to see that, Eames." She mumbled as she fixed her red cardigan and stood up. He just laughed offered the point man a hand.

"It's alright dear. I've never seen Artie risk wrinkling his suit. It's enlightening." He helped Arthur up and patted him on the shoulder. "Glad to see you're human, my good man," He paused and made his voice a little quieter. "and congratulations. I've never seen a girl that rough." he laughed.

Ariadne buttoned up her oxford shirt and then her cardigan. She didn't take Eames's comment as a compliment. Why would she? She didn't like feeling somewhat slutty.

"I'm gonna go clean up in the bathroom." She grumbled. Arthur picked his black sweater up and straightened his tie. "Alright. Don't be too shocked at what you'll find." He said jokingly. She smiled and walked off to the small bathroom.

Thankfully, today was the day she brought cover up. She smeared it over the hickey forming on her neck. Oh Arthur. Who ever thought he was pristine and uptight was very wrong. They obviously had never had a make out session with him.

After a few minutes of touch ups, she looked as good as new. She skipped out of the bathroom and sat down on the couch next to Eames.

"How was it?" He smiled slyly. Ariadne glared at Eames but eventually softened her look. "Buzz off Eames."

Eames snickered before getting inches away from her ear. "He told me about your little drawings. Do I get one?" He whispered.

Ariadne pushed his off and rolled her eyes. "No. That was an accident."

Eames laughed and gave the girl a pat on the back. "Whatever helps you sleep at night darling." Eames was really starting to bug her.

"So what if I drew his butt." She sighed. The forger shoved his hands in his pockets. "So you're basically saying to him that you want him in your pants. Very classy my dear." He teased. She shoved him playfully and smiled.

That was a total lie. She knew better than to listen to Eames. She was no Arthur. Speak of the devil.

He flopped down next to Ariadne and examined her neck.

"Beautiful work there Ari. Can't even tell." He observed. She just wanted to attack him right there. Too bad Eames was on the other side of her. Finally Cobb arrived with the client. Of course it was a woman. She knew there had to be a catch considering they were happy for almost 24 hours.

She crossed her arms across her chest.

"Down girl." Arthur purred in her ear, aware of her protection of Arthur. "Absolutely not!" She hissed back.

She wanted to scream. The tall brunette with icy blue eyes watched Arthur carefully. Of course she was attracted to him.

She wore a navy blazer with white shorts and a simple tank top. Ariadne hated her. The way she licked her lips as she examined Arthur just made her want to rip out those honey colored hair extensions.

"This is Ava Browning. Rising model and our client. She wants to take down her rival modeling agency." Cobb said.

She glided over to Arthur and shook his hand. She flipped her hair, exposing her neck, and smiled. "Hi there. Who might you be?" She asked in a seductive tone. Obviously hitting on Arthur.

As for Arthur, he seemed uninterested and distant. "Arthur. The point man." He said sharply.

Ariadne couldn't take it any longer.

"I need a minute!" She called over to Cobb. She stood up but Eames pulled her back down.

"Introduce yourself first dear." He said loud enough for Ava to avert her attention away from Arthur. She gave Eames a thanking look and then looked at Ava. "Ariadne. The Architect," She turned to Cobb. "now can I go?"

Arthur grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. "No you can't." He mumbled. He kissed her hand and gave it a squeeze. He pulled her in closer.

Ariadne glanced up at Ava. The woman had the most intimidating look in her eyes. Take that bitch. The young architect kept her stinging words to herself.

Eames moved in. "Hello I'm the forger. Eames." He said. Ava looked over at him and almost looked as pleased with Eames as she was with Arthur. "Nice to meet you all." She hummed.

Cobb informed the team that there would be practice drills the next day and that this was a simple extraction. Today was just the meet and greet. Although Ava had moved on, Ariadne still disliked her. Maybe it was because having another woman tagging along drove her crazy.

Plus she wasn't entirely convinced this girl had moved on from Arthur. More than anything she wanted to rub off the cover up that hid her 'gift' from Arthur and show Ava that he belonged to someone already.

Of course that didn't happen. Instead, Ariadne sat in the corner drawing the levels of the dreams. Two levels was all they needed this time. The first level was a fashion show and the second was the after party. She didn't look up from her sketch book until it was time to leave.

Arthur wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they left the warehouse. "Don't let this eat you up okay? You need to be concentrated." He said firmly.

Arthur was right. She was being silly and childish. Arthur only had eyes for her. "Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?" She sighed.

"No. It's a one sided relationship." He joked.

…...

Ariadne slammed the hotel door behind her. "I can't find Eames!" She said, breathing heavily. She unraveled her blue scarf and sank to the floor.

Arthur shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

She gave her partner a look before rolling her eyes. "We need to know where he is just in case!" She protested. Arthur contemplated for a moment before smiling at her. "Check his room."

When they got to the room, they heard odd noises coming from the inside.

Arthur had wandered off to take a call so Ariadne was by herself. She found the door was unlocked so she walked in...and instantly regretted it.

There was Eames...completely naked in the middle of 'something' with Ava. Ariadne clapped her hand over her eyes. "Lock your door next time!" She yelled at the two figures as she backed out of the room. She shut the door and uncovered her eyes. No "Do Not Disturb' sign or a sock even.

Well that was a sight she would never be able to unsee.

She met Arthur by the elevators like they planned and he was off the phone. "Hey did you find him?" Arthur asked.

All Ariadne could do was nod. The point man looked concerned. "What? What happened?"

Ariadne stepped into the elevator with Arthur right behind.

"Eames...Ava...Naked...Sex...Everything hanging out..." She stuttered. Arthur snorted. "No really?"

Ariadne gave him a look and he started laughing.

"Do you want to sleep on the floor tonight?" She threatened. Arthur stopped and collected himself.

There was a silence until he finally said. "It's sort of pay back if you think about it. He walked in on us." Arthur pointed out.

Ariadne shook her head. "We weren't having sex." She mumbled.

Arthur shrugged. "I guess."

Thanks for reading. Ava is supposed to look like Mila Kunis just in case you want to picture her.