Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. Um, I realise this chapter might not be to everyone's taste (no pun intended, sorry) but it seems to me that its a bit of taboo subject, anyway!
Arthur felt his pulse rate rise. Ariadne was now under the table, clearly on a pretext of looking for a napkin, or a piece of cutlery. Swallowing, his eyes widened slightly as she felt her hand move along his thigh. He coughed, hoping to distract attention from anyone who was looking.
"Ariadne", Arthur whispered, hoarsely. "Stop it."
He felt his hand crawl further up his thigh, inching towards her prize. He felt himself fighting a wave of mounting anger, coupled with mounting desire.
"Stop it," he whispered again, hoping that no waiter or other diner spotted what was going on. Realising he was in danger of losing control, he leaned down, placed his hand under the table, and found hers, that was only literally an inch from his groin. Angrily, he placed his hand over hers, and squeezed it.
He heard a slight sigh of annoyance from the Architect. Satisfied, he kept his hand over hers, aware that she was now beginning to move back out from the underneath, and to get up. He pulled his other hand on to the table, trying to control his emotions.
As she took her seat, he noticed how flushed she was. He silently took a sip of wine. "Finished?" he asked, hoarsely.
Ariadne looked at him. Her expression could be described as a scowl. "Arthur-"
"Do you want us both arrested for public indeceny?" he asked, keeping his voice low. "Ariadne, you do not have to resort to - that!"
"And what was- that?!" she retorted.
Arthur blinked. A different side of the Architect was being revealed to him in full, and he was no longer sure if he wanted it - or enjoyed it. "Well, I got the impression you wanted to-" he leaned forward, and whispered. "Go down on me."
"Arthur." Ariadne looked at him, innocently. "I was looking for my napkin."
He raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, he felt he was engaged in a battle of wills, and a sly smile started to cross his lips. "If you say so," he said, his voice the epitome of professional politeness. He looked down at his place mate, and fiddled with his wine glass.
Ariadne blinked. He could have sworn a slightly hurt expression was beginning to cross her face. Suddenly, the waiter appeared, and noticed their untouched plates. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, absolutely," Arthur said, smiling.
Nodding, the waiter turned and left. Arthur picked up his fork, then, with a sleight of hand, it tumbled to the floor.
"Oh," he said, biting his lip. "Oh, how careless of me."
Ariadne looked at him. A look of surprise -mixed with anticipation - was starting to form across her face. Suddenly, he was on the floor, and before she could move, was working his way up her legs.
She blinked, a feeling of astonishment welling up. She had never thought - ever - that the Point Man would actually do something like this, in public. As he gently explored, using his tongue, a deep feeling of pleasure welled up.
She looked down at her food, her appetite dissipating rapidly. All she wanted was for Arthur to re-emerge, so they could leave. Leave, go home, and continue...without a potential audience.
She decided to try and load some salmon onto her fork, but at that moment, a deft, swift move from Arthur had her almost gasping. She blinked, and grabbed at the edge of the table.
What kind of monster had she unleashed? She had wanted to possess him, have him - and now he was making it all too clear that any control she thought she had was merely an illusion.
He began to get up. Her face was flushing scarlet, causing him to smile. A slightly arrogant smirk. She looked at him, feeling herself bristle.
"Well, now," he said, softly. "Shall I get the check?"
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