Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.
Arthur leaned over Ariadne. She was bending over the bed, clad only in her delicate lilac and white underwear. He cast his eye over it.
Matching set. She put it on just for you.
He swallowed, and raising his hand, exhaled, then lowered it. He lowered it onto her buttocks, and began to run his hand over one cheek.
Underneath his touch, he felt her tremble slightly.
Excitement? Or fear?
"What do you want me to do?" His voice was hoarse, and he thought, somewhat diminished.
"I want you to-" her voice trailed off. "I want you to-"
He closed his eyes. Remembering the dream. The dream in which he punished her, using his hand. He let his hand rest upon her buttocks, then raised it again, the swiftness with which he brought it up causing a rush of air. He felt her tense beneath him. He brought his hand down - and let it smack onto the bed, next to her.
He heard her gasp. Disappointment? Anger? He swallowed, and ran his hand back over his hair. Suddenly, he leaned down, and kissed her on the neck.
He felt her gasp, and felt a sudden rush of longing. He kissed her again, and began to bury his face in her hair. As she tensed beneath him, he manouevred himself so he was lying next to her on the bed. He kissed her again. "Oh, Ari-"
"Arthur-" her voice was muffled slightly. "Arthur, please-"
"What?" He mumbled, his fingers caressing her shoulders. Without warning, managed to get her onto her back, and began running his fingers along her collarbone. "Oh, God," he breathed. "You're lovely." He felt himself tremble slightly.
"Arthur-" Ariadne's tone was slightly hard. "Arthur, please. Get off me."
He blinked, and suddenly felt himself go cold. He was in her bedroom - she was lying beneath him, in her underwear. He swallowed, and began to climb off. "I'm sorry," he muttered. As he began to stand up, he felt his eyes trailing over her body again. "I'm sorry, Ari."
Ariadne began to sit up. "Arthur?" He heard a quiver in her voice. "Arthur, you're-"
"Leaving," he said, his tone curt. "This was a mistake, I'm sorry." He reached for his suit jacket, which he'd laid over the back of a chair, and hastily pulled it on. He reached out, and opened the door. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm.
"Don't go. Please."
He turned. "Not a good idea." His voice was slightly harsh, and she flinched slightly.
"Why?" She practically whispered.
"Because you want something from me, and I want to give it to you, but I don't think you can really handle it." Arthur rubbed his face. "I've seen your dreams, seen how you want me to treat you, but Ari, I'm not that type of man." He shook his head. "And you can't accept that, so-"
"Arthur!" She looked at him, beseechingly. "Those are my dreams. My dreams. What makes you think I can't handle it?"
"Because this is me, and not your projection!" he said, angrily. "In your dreams, your projection of me does what you want. In reality, I do what I think is best." He looked at her. "And what's best is that I keep my distance from you."
She blinked. "Arthur, you don't-" her voice faded to a whisper. "You don't mean that."
"No, I do mean it." He looked at her. "You want me to do things - do things that I don't think I'm capable of." He looked at her. "Like - " He shuddered, and began to turn away.
"Coward."
Arthur turned back, his pulse rate starting to accelerate. "What did you say?"
"I called you a coward." Her tone was angry, and defiant. As their eyes met, Arthur saw a strength burn that he'd never noticed before. "You come into my dreams, you come into my apartment, you invite yourself to stay - but when I tell you what it is I want, you back off. You can't handle the reality Arthur. Not me. Because if you didn't want to think about it, why did you even come here?"
Arthur swallowed. "But all you seem to think about it me punishing you," he said, trying to stay calm. "Me spanking you. Me-" he swallowed, aware of a stirring in his groin.
"But thats what I want."
"But I want to treat you with love and respect," he said, gently. Before he could stop himself, he'd reached out, and taken her chin in his hand.
She nodded. "I want that to," she whispered. "But I want you to trust me, Arthur."
He leaned forward, and kissed her deeply. She began to wind her arms around him.
"Let's start all over again," he whispered. "I take you out...and then...its whatever you want."
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "Thank you," she whispered, huskily. He took her hand, and kissed her upturned palm. "No. Thank you."
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