Summary- The relationship of Arthur and Ariadne based off different songs. Each chapter is what song the story is based off of.
Disclaimer- I do not own Inception or the song Animal by Neon Trees
A/N- OKAY so raise your hand if you think it has been WAYYY too long since I updated. *raises hand* OKAY THEN! I finally wrote something, yay! But let me explain it first. This is based on Animal by Neon Trees because the song really inspired the fic, the idea of it. But the actual plot (like what happens) I guess you could say is more based off of Swing by Savage (which I do not own) because I was listening it to it while I wrote this. This is probably the most…smutty think that I've written on this story. Nothing like, really descriptive but it's wholly suggestive. I hope that you all enjoy a drunk Ariadne and Arthur at a club with months of sexual tension built up/released :D
Just how long did you have to wait until it was time to stop calling each other friends? How many times did you have to let the universe throw you together before you stopped calling it coincidence and started calling it fate? Most importantly, how many times did you allow thoughts to run through your head before you voiced them? These were the questions that Arthur pondered over as the lights in the club flashed overhead and the music pounded. He didn't usually enjoy this type of atmosphere, but tonight he had found himself driving in the car aimlessly until finally he had stopped here. It had been as if a small voice somewhere had told him to drive to this club where he had only been once before.
The reason that these thoughts occupied space in Arthur's mind was because as he was sitting at the bar, he spotted Ariadne in the crowd, dancing with a group of her friends. The usually conservatively dressed architect wore a short black dress that wasn't even arm's length. The front was low cut and a very little bit of her cleavage showed, just enough to keep Arthur fixated on her. She was so stunning, and he couldn't get over how beautiful she looked.
This was the only club that Arthur had ever been to and the one time that he decided to go, she had to show up. Now she would be all the he would be able to think about all night. With a sigh, he turned around and ordered a drink from the bartender. Ariadne must have finally noticed Arthur, because she was walking over to him now.
"Arthur! Hey," she greeted him. He could tell that she had already had a few drinks and was now borderline drunk. It made him smile.
"Hey," he answered back.
"What are you doing here? I thought you hated this sort of thing," she asked him.
"First time for everything," he replied. His response put a smile on her face.
"You look nice," she told him.
"So do you," Arthur replied. She laughed, and walked back onto the dance floor, waving. He waved back and turned back to his drink.
Arthur and Ariadne had been waltzing around each other for months now. Aside from the Inception kiss, they had kissed in real life almost 3 times, each time more dangerous than the last. Their attraction was obvious, but they were both too afraid to do anything about it. Arthur was tired of playing the game, he wanted to be more. But when was it time to stop calling it 'friends' and start calling it something else?
The night dragged on, and Arthur continued to sit alone at the bar, watching her dance. His thoughts whirled until he had consumed enough alcohol to set the room at a gentle spin and allow him to feel like he was flowing in the ocean, not really paying attention to what was happening one way or the other.
He felt a hand on his back. He turned around to see Ariadne. She smiled at him and pulled him up off the seat. Slowly they made their way to the dance floor. The music wasn't a slow song; it was a loud, thumping, rhythmic beat. The pounding beat could only be described in one way. It was the rhythm of sex, the rhythm of two bodies thrusting into each other. The whole dance floor smelled of lust, and it didn't seem like anyone was any more sober than he. They went deeper into the crowd and finally Ariadne stopped walking and stepped in front of Arthur. She placed his hands on either side of her hips and put her own hands around his neck. All of a sudden, the music erupted and Ariadne started to swing her hips. Arthur had never done this sort of thing before, and he had no idea what to do. He was just drunk enough not to care, and began to swing with her. Back and forth they moved with the rhythm and the music pounded. He began to move his hands up and down her body. Her hands wrapped around his back and rubbed. Finally she let go of him and placed her hand on hers and began to press against him. She thrust her body into his and because of the beat and the alcohol, Arthur responded but pressing against her back. He squeezed her hips and they were fully together. Arthur felt sweat line his brow and all he could think to do was continue to thrust his pelvis against hers. She did the same.
The song ended and another high energy song followed. They continued to dance, sometimes going so far that Arthur was surprised that Ariadne didn't slap his hands away immediately. But he was addicted to touching her and he didn't care if she didn't. Arthur was sure that is he was a bystander watching two people doing what he and Ariadne were doing now; he think to himself how unnecessary it was to partake in such activity. But it wasn't just him; Ariadne was also much more physical than she had ever been before.
Eventually the music calmed, and Ariadne stepped away from him. She turned around so that they were actually looking at each other. She looked disheveled and it was perfect. It was a slow song, so without words they moved together and fell into a gentle pace. She put her arms around his neck and he put his around her waist. They swayed to the music and Arthur thought about how just minutes ago she had been right up against him. Was it really the alcohol, or did she feel the same away that he did?
The music picked up again, and now they pressed close once more, but this Ariadne didn't bother turning around. They were both breathing heavily when Arthur finally put a hand against her face and pulled her down for a kiss. He had worried that she would hesitate, but his worries were needless and she responded like he had hoped. He felt her tongue against his and he thought he might go crazy. It could have been his imagination, but he felt her leg against his, and he knew that he couldn't resist her. They hadn't spoken to each other since she had said hello at the bar, so when he finally opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and his tongue felt thick.
"Do you want to go?" he asked her. She nodded and he led her silently through the crowd. It was late but the club showed no signs of slowing down. He thought about taking her to a hotel somewhere, but as drunk as he was that wasn't a good idea. They crept through the crisp night, and the cool air did some good to sober him up. But he felt Ariadne slide up behind him and felt just as intoxicated as before. She leaned to his ear.
"I want you to carry me," she told him. Despite the rather random request, Arthur turned around and held out his arms. Ariadne laughed.
"No! That's not what I meant," she informed him. She put her hands on her shoulder and stood behind him. He felt pressure on his shoulders and she jumped, locking her legs around his waist. He slid her hands under her thighs, and continued to walk while she giggled and placed kissed on his cheeks. He laughed also, and finally they arrived at his car. He let her down and unlocked the back seat, opening the door for her. She crawled in, and he crawled in after her, slamming the door behind him. They sat on opposite ends on the car and she moved forward to him slowly. She put a hand on his chest and sat down in his lap, facing him. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him. He slid down so that they were lying down on the seat, her on top of him, and they kissed. They kissed for so long that he thought his lips would fall off. He wondered how long she would let him kiss her; maybe they could stay here until the end of time. He felt her hands move up his chest and slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. He fumbled for his belt and in a few moments they had flipped over so that they could repeat the same process with Ariadne without having to part lips. Few thoughts actually made themselves coherent in his mind, but one of them was that despite the late hour, the night was far from over.
A/N- See what I mean by smutty? Lol well I hope this makes up for not updating in a while, and I also hope that it wasn't too boring because not a lot happened that wasn't like, super sexy. You may all hate me now. Let me know if you do or if you don't because I don't want any hate DD: I love you all!
PS- If enough of you don't like this I'll take it down. I just really wanted to write about it.