Chapter 11
A/N: Thank you for being patient with me. I seem to have found my passion for writing again. Hope everyone's enjoying the story. If you have anything to add or something to inspire me... please leave a review.
There is a lemon in this chapter. Wasn't really planned... it's just how the chapter developed. It's not a lemon for lemon's sake and I hope you can see that.
Be kind, and enjoy...
Love
Cappy.
'Ah hell, what did you do?' Arthur grumbled as Evelyn's subconscious was reset yet again. A sulking has taken residence by his side. It was late night this time in the factory. 'Can you do nothing right?'
'CLEARLY NOT!' Eames roared at Arthur, scratching at his head. 'Clearly not.' He repeated with a calmer but still as equally pained voice. Cobb came to join them as Eames got to his feet. 'First I was a gigolo, then I was a cad-'
'-You are!' Arthur scoffed. Eames gave him a warning stare. 'Sorry, but I was just about to tuck into the best Philly Cheese Cake. I get to be pissed too.'
'What happened Eames?' Cobb asked, attempting to defuse the situation.
'I fucked up. Like I always do.' Eames muttered. 'Piss it. I'm off to have a shower. I'll see you soon.' Eames stumbled out of the factory floor in search of the run down showers that where a floor above.
'He's losing it.' Arthur sat down on a chair.
'He's losing the woman he loves time after time. Each time he's getting closer to losing her for good. How would you be handling it?' Cobb poured himself yet another coffee.
'I do love her-'
'Arthur true, unconditional, love is two-way. I thought maybe there would have been a chance for you. If she met you first maybe? But –' Evelyn chose this moment to walk in with Mal at her side.
'Well, we'll see.' Arthur straightened his tie.
'Don't you do this Arthur,' Cobb begged. 'Please, don't do this. It's dangerous.'
'Hello ladies.' Arthur smiled brightly. Both girls looked at him with confusion. Cobb decided to help him out, despite his reservations about this plan.
'This is Arthur. My cousin-'
'You never said you had a cousin-' Mal whispered but Cobb placed his hands on her mouth. He gave her a well used look that told her she would tell her as soon as he could. He looked over to see Arthur deep in conversation with Evelyn. She wasn't the same person from the previous dream. Her eyes where dull and lifeless giving out a pained stare. Her hair hung limply around her face and her over sized cardigan was frayed on one sleeve. Arthur seemed oblivious to her mood and continued to talk, rapidly and over confidently. 'I've got to go, I'm meeting the Gables to talk about what they hope by us going and extracting information from their 16 year old son.'
'An expensive way to discover that he's smoking weed, my love!' He kissed her forehead. 'See you tonight. I'll cook something nice.' He knew it was an empty promise, but he wanted to see that broad smile of hers. As she left, he realised how cheap it actually was.
'Never have a chance. I'm taking her out to dinner.' Arthur approached Cobb. 'She you in a few hours.'
'You're going to regret this Arthur. There'll be no coming back from this, she's not the Evelyn you know. She's not the-' Too late. He'd already left, with Evelyn at his side.
Eames arrived back in a slightly better mood. He'd taken an hour to scrub his skin until it was raw and then he'd fallen asleep on one of the camp beds. He was now dressed in his most casual clothes: sweat pants and a t-shirt. His short hair still wet upon the top of his head. He eased himself down on the chair as Cobb handed him a sweet tasting cup of tea. He'd slept for a good four hours, there was a hint of a sunrise in the sky.
'So, you going to tell me what happened?' Cobb sat down opposite him in an identical chair.
'He knows we're here. He used my lie against me.' He rubbed his face in frustration. 'She kissed me back Cobb. I'd gotten so close, so bloody quickly. Then he told her who I was. It all went downhill from there.'
'Please. Let me explain.' Eames had begged as he followed her into an apartment building. She'd been difficult to keep up with, especially when she'd jumped into a taxi. Luckily, he'd known where she'd be. They were now standing outside her apartment door, her key still in the lock.
'You're Rupert Eames, the Forger? The one our Team has been searching for? The womanising man-whore who uses cheap tricks to get a woman into bed before vanishing into the night?' She was beyond upset. She was heartbroken. 'Does Cobb know who you are?' She paced like a caged animal along the corridor.
'No! I swear.' He held up his arms showing defeat. 'I have a reason for this Evelyn.'
'STOP THAT!' She roared, clutching her temples.
'What? Stop what? I'll do anything for you Evelyn.' He tried to make eye contact, but she refused.
'That! Saying my name like you've known me since the world began.' She exclaimed. 'It's not right. It doesn't feel right. You're a clear cut guy. One who was supposed to be a distraction if you ever worked with us. You were going to be my... I would have given in to you, you didn't need this subdifuse.' He grabbed her shoulder to stop her from pacing. 'Let go of me.'
'No! Evelyn, I DO know you. I DO love you. Think really hard.' He kissed her roughly despite her protests. 'Think about why you're here. I'm the key. You KNOW that.' He kissed her again, rougher than the first: pinning her to the wall in desperation. He was surprised to discover that she was not protesting. Her hand reached out for the lock and she pulled him inside as the door opened. The roles had reversed and she was now pulling him into her, biting his lip softly between her teeth as she pulled at his shirt. He pulled away, breathless. 'Evelyn?' He searched her face for some kind of reason for this behaviour.
'Lepards don't change their spots Rupert-' She went to work on his belt. He stopped her, despite his body clearly accepting all Evelyn had to offer. This wasn't what he wanted. She pouted, her lust clearly over taking all thoughts.
'Please don't call me that.' He sighed. 'Evelyn. Can you not try and remember-'
'I don't want to be in love with you.' She screamed. 'That's opening me up to a whole world of trouble that I'm not prepared for. You're reputation precedes you Eames. I can be the no strings girl, so long as you don't use your charm on me. Use that and I'm hooked.'
'That's what I want. Why can't you understand that you're the one? Why can't you see that I'm genuine?'
'Because I don't know you.' She answered, the moment clearly lost. She sighed and escorted him into her living room. He attempted to button up his shirt however discovered a number of the buttoms missing from her frantic attempt to de-clothe him. 'Would you like a drink?'
'Just sit with me.' He requested.
'You really aren't the man of legend.' He laughed whole heartedly at this statement. 'What happened?' She curled her legs underneath her as he paused to think about the way to tell her.
'I'd been messed around while I was in high school. Cheated on, stood up when I'd planned a romantic meal. The final straw came when a girl in my class, who I thought I loved, took my virginity. To me it was the most amazing experience. Then she shat all over it by telling everyone I was too quick, too inexperienced and too sweaty.
'No girl would look at me then. The boys isolated me. You'd think it'd never happened to them. But they wanted a figure: A benchmark. "Was I better that Rupert?" Humiliating. Sex was just power after that. I got some, I got out. Simple.
'But then I fell in love with this woman the second I saw her. I knew I was in trouble. The way she pulled her hair back in frustration when it was warm. The way she'd chew on her jumpers when she was nervous or stressed. The way she'd make such an effort when we were working on a job. Right down to ensuring we all had our totem's-'
'What's a totem?' She final broke his monologue. This was before the invention of totems.
'It's a way of telling the difference between reality and dream.' For example,' He pulled out a pair of sunglasses. 'In reality, I destroyed these because you left me.' They felt a shudder of an Earthquake as she began to believe. There was a flicker of recognition in her eyes before she got up and straddled his legs. He leant back to melt into the back of the couch as she claimed his mouth with a renewed passion. A familiar passion he'd not experienced in years.
'It's like waking up Eames.' She uttered between kisses. 'I don't have much time.' She slinked to the floor and tore at his trousers to free him from his constraints.
'Then just sit with me. Talk to me Princess.' Eames moaned despite himself as she bit into his knee cap playfully. She eyed him sceptically; her eyed asked him if she wanted him to stop. He responded by pulling her back onto his bare lap and burying himself in her neck. 'How do I get you to trust me?' he questioned as he came up for air. How long did they really have?
'You'll figure it out.' She raked her hands through her hair while removing her dress before kissing his collarbone. He knew it was truly her by those butterfly kisses. He didn't suppress the second moan. 'He's getting smarter. He's worked some sort of pattern into my dreams. The wedding-' She repositioned herself over his swelling, which resulted in him closing his eyes with pleasure. 'It's when you'll have your best chance,' She allowed him to enter her firmly. Her breathing became shallow as she found a rhythm. Biting his ear she whispers; 'Make sure I see you. You brought me back to life Eames and took away my pain.' She whimpered as he stood with her wrapped around his waist, thrusting her into the nearby wall. 'He's tried being-' She pulled at his hair. '-You. It never works. You're the key, but you also make me less suspicious of-' She moaned into his ear. He hoped he'd remember all of what she was requesting, but he also knew it was this adrenaline that was keeping her mind from resetting. 'everyone.' He placed her down on the floor, taking it slow and deep.
'I love you.' Her brushed away her damp hair she kissed him softly. The heated passion was replaced with a love and caring need to be together. Their rhythm slowed even further. 'I'm scared.' He answered honestly.'I might fail you. You'll be a vegetable Eve.' He rested his forehead on her collarbone. 'Why didn't you come to me?'
'I didn't have time. I don't think. Even though I remember putting myself into this coma, I don't remember why! I just know that Cyrus wants whatever I know, or have. And that he'll kill me for it.'
'I won't let that happen.' He could feel that she was close. He didn't want to tip her over the edge. He didn't want to go through it all, yet again. 'Princess?'
'I've missed that.' She giggled through a moan.'There's been no one else since you.' He looked away at that statement. 'Baby, don't. I know that's your way of dealing. I should not have abandoned you.' Always so selfless, he knew that he had to do this for her.
'I will save you.' He whispered as he pulled her up, his back leaning on the couch as support while she straddled him again. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She bit her lip to suppress a pleasurable scream. 'But it's time to let go now. I'll find you again. I love you.' He felt her brief release, which was strong enough to bring him to his own. No other words were said before she vanished, leaving Eames covered in sweat and alone. He closed his eyes. How could he be so insecure about a woman who was unconditionally into him? When he opened his eyes, he was back in the factory with Arthur glaring at him.
'So you slept with her?' Cobb questioned with a dry undertone as if he was reprimanding a small child. The sun had fully risen by the time Eames had recounted his experience with Evelyn. From the moment she sat down to the second she disappeared.
'It bloody kept her there didn't it?' He sighed. 'I would not have gotten all that information had I not have-'
'Porked her?' Cobb suggested flatly.
'Don't be crude Dom.' He got up from his seat. 'She came onto me, remember me telling you that bit? I love her and we now know that your wedding is the best place for me to get her to comply.'
'Alright. But I don't see why you had to tell me. If it was that special... why didn't you keep it to yourself?'
'Because I'm happy, she was hot, amazing and wild. And I want the whole world to know.' He laughed. 'Where's gimboid?' Eames looked around. Cobb looked sheepish. 'Where is the twerp?'
'He's on a date with Evelyn.' Cobb groaned as Eames reached for his shoes. They may look stupid with his attire, but now wasn't the time.
'You utter imbecile.' Eames shouted as he reached the door. He was stopped in his tracks when Cobb's phone began to ring. The person on the other end of the phone was talking for what felt like an age.
'Alright, calm down. We'll be right there Arthur. Don't leave the room.' Cobb ended the call. Eames looked at him expectantly. 'He thinks she's dead.'
