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Day 4

Arthur P.O.V

Fingertips slid over smooth wood as Arthur pulled out a chair for Ariadne. She sat down and said, "You know, I like that about you."

"Like what about me?" he asked slightly distracted. Every time he glanced at Ariadne's lips he was reminded of the kiss they had shared the previous morning. While it had been wonderful, the rest of the day had been awkward to say the least, with neither party really knowing where to go. But it seemed that a nights sleep had helped them both, with Arthur smoothly asking if Ariadne wanted to go out to lunch at the café down the street.

This is where they currently were seated, waiting to order. "That you're so…gentlemanly," Ariadne replied, "You don't see that very often anymore."

"Well, I would guess that not many people grew up in the a same situation I did."

Ariadne raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And what situation would that be?"

"My mother died when I was 4 and I was brought up by my father, he was…. somewhat strict and had many firm beliefs." Arthur explained.

"Like being a gentleman?"

Arthur nodded, "Along with a few other ideas that I refuse to imitate."

Ariadne didn't ask about these 'other ideas', which Arthur was glad of. Instead she said softly, "I'm sorry about your mother."

"Thank you, but I've been in acceptance for a long time now." In truth he didn't really remember his mother that well.

"I lost my father 4 years ago," Ariadne said quietly.

Arthur gave her a sympathetic look and was about to give his condolences when a waiter interrupted them. Ariadne ordered a cup of tea and a chocolate-chip muffin, while Arthur asked for a salad and water. When the man left, Ariadne spoke before Arthur could. "Though you probably already knew that, being a Point Man you must have a file or something on each of us."

Arthur nodded, "I won't lie, I did read up on you as was necessary with Yusuf as well. But all I read was basic history, the schools you've been too, if you had a criminal record, etcetera. I didn't know things like the fact that you prefer tea to coffee for example."

Ariadne smiled at his observance, "Well then, at least we'll have a bit to talk about. Though I have to tell you, it's been a while since I've done the whole 'dating' thing."

"It's been a while for me too." Arthur admitted.

For a while they chatted about simple things, asking each other semi-random questions like 'What's your favourite colour?', 'Cats or Dogs?' and 'How long ago was your last date?'. This went on until their orders arrived and they moved on to more personal inquires.

At one point, after a sip of tea, Ariadne asked Arthur how he got into dream sharing. Arthur, who had again been distracted by Ariadne's lips moving over the rim of her cup, took a moment to think of an answer. If Eames had been there, no doubt he would have made some comment about Arthur being a lovesick puppy.

"Well," he began, "Unlike architects, whose studies relate quite directly to their dreamscape jobs and as such are often picked up like you were, though not usually as young. Becoming a Point Man is more about whom you know and who knows you."

Ariadne smiled; apparently quite interested in any information she could glean about Arthur's past. "So who did you know?"

"A colleague at work actually, not one I knew particularly well. I was working in a simple office job, something to get me started after my short studies, and he approached me one day after work and told me he knew a man that was looking for someone like me." Arthur explained.

"Someone like you?"

"He needed someone who was good at reading people and finding out information about them," he elaborated, "And that man introduced me to dream sharing. He wasn't a good a boss as Cobb though, leaving me to fend for myself after only my second job."

Ariadne took a bite of her muffin, "So he fired you?"

"No, I still worked for him. When I say 'fend for myself' I meant he never showed me the appropriate ways to stay hidden after a job. I learnt that on my own, the hard way." Arthur tried to end that line of conversation there by eating some of his salad and avoiding Ariadne's concerned gaze.

She read him well and didn't ask for any more information, instead asking a new question. "What happened to the architect you had before me?"

"He betrayed us to Saito." Arthur said.

"Oh, so before this job you were extracting form Saito?" She looked quite surprised.

"Indeed. But apparently, even though we failed, Saito saw something in us that he needed and that's how we came to work for him." Arthur took a sip of water, "I never liked him much anyway."

"Your other architect?"

He nodded, "He was always looking out for himself and he was sloppy with his job too. I'm glad you replaced him."

Ariadne smiled and bit her bottom lip, "Well, I'm glad too. I can't think about living life without having experienced dream sharing."

"Yes, it is quite the experience."

They soon finished their lunch and made their way back to the hotel room, once inside Ariadne put down her bag and turned to Arthur. "Thanks for lunch, it was lovely."

Arthur replied with a, "You're welcome," while closing the door behind them.

But it was when Ariadne had a glass of water and licked the moisture off her lips that Arthur could contain himself no longer. He took a step forward and surprised Ari by planting his lips onto hers. After a moment she reached over and put her glass down, smiling into his kiss.

Arthur slipped his hands onto her waist, loving the curving feel under his palms and ran his tongue along her bottom lip. Ariadne let out a moan and granted him entrance while placing one hand on his chest and using the other one to play with the gelled-back hair around his neck.

They broke for air and Ariadne's fingers found their way under Arthur's shirt, tracing lines of fire around his back. This did unimaginable things to Arthur and with renewed energy he pulled Ariadne against him and captured her lips once more, though it was he who let out a moan this time when Ari nibbled at his bottom lip. It was when Arthur started to play with the hem of her shirt that Ariadne broke away and through small gasps for air demanded, "Bed. Now."

He of course was only too happy to comply.

Sorry it's so short. Please R&R :)