Just Sex
Summary: Ariadne doesn't want a boyfriend. Arthur didn't want a liability. But they wanted each other, one way or another.
Author's Note: Ugh. Back from vacation from hell. Never again am I going on vacation with my parents.
Chapter Seven: Night Out
"Is that a picnic basket?" Ariadne asked as Arthur casually walked through her door in the early morning. Arthur smirked and shrugged his shoulders innocently.
Ariadne was surprised when Arthur called her ten minutes earlier telling her that he would be arriving soon to take her on their date. It had been a month since his brithday, so she assumed that he'd forgotten the whole thing. So when he called, she ignored it and imagined that she dreamt it up. (Stupid on her part since it's been so long since she had dreamed naturally.) She went to bed early that night. So when she heard the doorbell, she dismissed it. It wasn't until he started pounding on the door, did she jump out of bed to get the door. When she opened the door, he gave her a cheeky grin and strolled into her place.
"Maybe." Ariadne rolled her eyes shutting the door behind her. She glanced on the clock on the wall, but it was too dark to see.
"What time is it?"
"It's 11. Why are you even asleep?" He asked incredulously. She stuck her tongue out at him. He took this opportunity to sneak a kiss. Pulling away giggling, she pushed on his arm.
"Shouldn't that wait 'til the end of the night?"
"Well, it is 11." He repeated. He gently pushed her towards her bedroom. "Now go put on a pretty dress and comb your hair."
She made a face at him before shutting the down on him. He grinned broadly at the closed door. She emerged a few minutes later wearing a simple white dress. Her hair was loosely braid to the side. She didn't attempt putting any make-up on. She wore red shoes with a three inch heel.
She spun around, and he nodded appreciatively. He set the basket down and took her hand.
"Let's go."
They roamed the Paris for a good hour. The streets were filled with drunk patrons and other couples. None of which paid any attention to the Point Man and the architect. They walked silently through the streets holding hands. Like a child, she would swing their arms. He'd raise their linked hands and twirl her. Occasionally he would stop and step in front of her. She would give him a small smile and giggle like a schoolgirl. He leaned down and capture her lips. ("Quick give me a kiss.") Then taking her hand again, they continue navigating their way through Paris.
By one am, they found themselves in a park near the Eiffel Tower. Reluctantly, he let go of her to set the basket down. He pulled out the blanket and laid it out on the ground. He took her gently by the arm and helped her onto the blanket. The light from the Eiffel Tower illuminated the spot, but that doesn't stop Arthur from pulling out electronic candles to surround them.
He revealed a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. He poured her some. He pulled out the carefully packed crackers and spreadable cheese. He hands her the crackers while opening the cheese. She steals the cheese from him and spreads it on top a cracker. She waves it in front of his face. He opens his mouth and allows her to feed him. She sticks the cracker into his mouth. He closes his lips around her finger. She snatches her finger out, giggling in the process. He follows suit and feeds her too. They continue to continue feeding each other.
"This is nice." She finally said after he feeds her another piece. He smiles a boyish grin.
"Just nice?" She chuckled dipping the spreadable cheese. She licks her finger clean. A trace of cheese is left on her lips. He leans over to lick it off of her. He stayed there and softly kissed her again. She places her hands on his shoulder while he kept one hand on the small of her back and the other one the ground to support himself. Pulling back, they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Okay maybe, it's better than nice." He smiled at her answer. A few hours pass, and they occupy themselves by talking and eating. Arthur laid his head on Ariadne's lap, and together they stargaze. They watch the Eiffel Tower lights change and later on the sunrise. Afterwards, they walked back to her apartment.
Ariadne was falling asleep fast. As soon as the two returned to her flat, she fell on top of her bed. He took off her shoes before removing his own shoes and his jacket. He untucked his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. then he joined her on the bed. He gently lifted her head up so he could put his arm around her.
"'m sleepy." She murmured.
"Then go to sleep." He replied. She blinks up at him and leans up to kiss him. She goes for the first thing she could reach, his chin. He chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"Did you have a good time?" He whispered. She nods. Her eyes failed to stay open, but she continued to talk to him.
"I wasn't expecting this."
"Oh?"
"I thought you would plan something boring."
"Oh did you?" He laughed.
"You are a stick in the mud darling." She imitated Eames.
"Ha ha ha." He replied sarcastically. She giggled.
"But you're not. You're funny and cute and look like a god in a suit." He smirked.
"Go on."
"You're smart, and tall. you're so sexy and so good when it comes to the sex."
"The sex?" He laughed at her wording.
"Yeah! The sex!"
"You're delirious."
"You're gorgeous."
"Thank you."
"That's why I love you..." His heart stopped, and he was silent. A smile was etched onto her face, and her breathing steady.
"Ari?" He tried shaking her awake, but it was no use for she was asleep.
When she woke up later that day, he was gone.
Ooooh, Not going to lie, but I was having some serious writing block for this story. I know it was pretty undescriptive and I left you guys with a cliffhanger. :/ Don't hate me!. See you soon. :)
PS: I love you.