Disclaimer: Christopher Nolan owns Inception and flaming chemistry between Arthur and Ariadne.

Author's Note: All the previous chapters have been edited and re-uploaded, which makes me smile. I love knowing all my little errors have been pointed out and fixed. A special thank you to my Beta, Tashia, who has dotted my i's and crossed my t's.

Without further a due, I give you chapter 7.

Streaming sunshine tore through the thick curtains hung up in the lavish bedroom and illuminated the scene with bright colors as morning (or was it noon?) swept upon the sleeping couple. Ariadne, who was enjoying a blissful dreamless rest, stirred in her position as the rays hit her eyes. Turning over, she buried her head in the pillow but not before groaning into the soft cotton. Aches surrounded her thighs and stomach, reminders her of the previous night's actions. Muscles she'd had yet to have used before came into action during their steamy session yesterday and despite how uncomfortable her legs felt at that moment, she could happily conclude it was well worth it.

Breathing into the pillow, she brought her arms around in front of her, making sure to move slowly not to disturb the sleeping figure beside her. Arthur was deep in slumber; motionless and in the same position he had fallen to the night before. It was no surprise. Unlike her, he was capable of falling asleep in one position and waking up in the same place. She, on the other hand, was tossed and turned, constantly struggling to find a comfortable spot. Much like that moment, she sat up, unable to remain lying down. More spirals of pain swept across her thighs causing her to bite her lip as she stretched them out in front of her. A hot shower was in due, especially if she wanted to be walking for the remainder of the day.

Untangling her husband's arm from around her, she slipped out of the bed, and pulled a robe on. Not bothering to fasten the silky material tightly, she entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Her locks were eye-catching, landing themselves somewhere between massive sex hair and a bad case of bed hair. Untameable and out of control, she didn't bother touching them and instead focused on brushing her teeth. It was in that short time span that she was pushing a brush of toothpaste across her mouth that she realized just how tense and ache-filled her shoulders were as well. These next dozen days were going to be one hell of a workout for her body.

Stepping under the stream of hot water, she froze momentarily as she allowed the warmth to relieve her tense muscles. Her neck, shoulders, abs and thighs ached from usage as vivid memories of the previous night filled her mind. Electric vibes circuited though her blood as her stomach fluttered. It couldn't be possible that she still want him, especially after acknowledging with herself that she was in tidbits of physical pain due to their last love making session. But it was something she had quickly learned after marrying Arthur; that there was no limit as far as her need for him went. Physical contact, especially those that ended with a steamy session, were something she could never say no to, despite how her body felt.

Running her fingers through her tangled locks, she attempted to brush through them before shampooing and conditioning. Even then, she wasn't satisfied with the outcome and sighed into the heat as she gave up. Instead, she focused her energy on washing the rest of her body. The hotel supplied a delicious smelling violet body gel; one that she nearly drowned herself in as she scrubbed and rubbed every inch of her physique. Cleansed off and warm from the scorching temperature of the water, she couldn't help but think of something else that could get her this hot and do it so with a mere touch. Her hand traveled down to her stomach as she surveyed the flat surface. She would have loved to know the exact moment that it happened, that her husband planted the seed of their child within her and the miracle she was hoping for would happen. Would she feel different, would she know at that precise moment? Ariadne doubted it but it didn't hurt to be hopeful.

So caught up in her thoughts, she didn't notice the bathroom door creak open, or the tap water run lightly. She was completely oblivious to the shower curtain being pushed aside just the slightest. It wasn't until the cool air invaded her basking bubble that she whipped her head around and caught sight of her husband stepping inside. A very naked husband, might she add. Even with water falling down, blurring her vision, she could make the outlines of his body. His straight, rigid shoulders, lean arms, his toned stomach and strong legs. His body stood proud and ready; and as he stepped closer towards her, she couldn't help but lose her breath with every movement.

"Good morning," he breathed against her cheek as he pressed a lingering kiss there. His hands gripped her waist lightly, holding her against him and pressing her already erect nipples against his chest.

"Right back at ya," she whispered back incoherently. Right back at ya? Really, Ariadne?

He chuckled. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she lied.

He didn't believe her. It was easy to tell from the probing appeal of his eyes. "Ari?" She was a sucker for that nickname. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sore." There was no point in attempting to give him anything short of the truth now. "I feel a lot better though. Hot water does wonders."

He merely nodded, as a hand swept across her cheek gently. Despite being naked in the shower together, under a stream of relaxing water, her husband still had the patience to be loving and sweet. His hand traveled from her cheek to her hair, combing through it gently (thank you conditioner!) before starting a trail down her neck. Unable to focus and not wanting to, Ariadne reached for him and he eagerly accepted. The last thing she wanted was loving and gentle. Their lips met in a stormy kiss so heated and electrified that she wouldn't be surprised if lightning and thunder sparked from between them. Losing her hands in his hair, she held on tightly as Arthur slowly backed her up against the tiled wall.

Comprehension and understanding were lost on her at this point. All she knew was that despite having made love to her husband just hours ago that previous night, her body was ready and eager to repeat those actions. Arthur freed her lips and focused his attention on trailing kiss up her jaw and towards her ear.

"Are you sure, love?" His husky voice against her ear caused her to gasp and rub her thighs against one another. Did everything about him have to irresistible? She gave his question no response and instead moaned before reaching for his face and pulling his lips back to hers. It was hard to focus on one thing, especially when just the sight of him made her mind shut down. As their lips made desperate and hungry love to one another, the point man deemed himself unable to keep his hands to himself. Trailing his palm down her side, he nudged her legs apart before sweeping across her inner thighs. She jumped, breaking the kiss and gasped at the surprise of his touch. He took no notice to her action though, and went on like nothing happened. His lips pressed to her collar bone, licking and nibbling against her skin as his hands gently massaged and rubbed her inner thigh. He switched between sides, causing her to lean her head back against the wet wall and breath into the hot atmosphere.

Despite being in a weak mental state, she never felt more powerful. There was something special about knowing she was capable of making a man, even if it was just one, go crazy with desire just as she was. It had an exhilarating and dominating effect on her, especially when the said man was one she was madly in love with. Pressing her lips to his forehead, she watched as he halted his actions and looked up at her. She grinned. The embrace of their lips started again, more erotic and seductive than before as his tongue slowly slid into her waiting mouth. At that moment, his hand edged upward and a single finger slipped between her folds and entered her. Her talented finger throbbed and assaulted her drenched center the same way his tongue did her mouth.

He was far too good at this.

A build-up of pleasure began in her stomach, signalling that her already sensitive body would be spiralling into an orgasm soon enough. Arthur must have sensed that as well because he halted his actions.

"You're ready for me." It wasn't a question but a statement. He pulled away from her depths and instead flicked his hand over her clit causing her to jerk. "Very ready for me."

She bit down hard on her lip to conceal a verbal mixture of frustration and pleasure. Her husband merely grinned. Reaching for her, he grasped her hips and brought her close to him, lifting her off the wet floor.

"Wrap your legs around me."

She did as she was told and her arms automatically followed, snaking themselves around his neck. Before she could register what was happening, his thick member pressed against her core once before hitting home and swiftly thrusting into her. Ariadne placed a hand on his chest, halting his movement momentarily. He watched her, confused. Leaning over, she gripped the tap and turned the dial towards the blue side. Cool water instantly replaced the heated rain they had been basking in. Relief quickly filled her as she grinned at her husband. "Some people can't handle your body heat and external heat all at the same time."

"I guess I'll have to tone it down a bit," he chuckled darkly, moving his hips slowly.

"Don't you dare," she managed out before falling victim to his seductive tactics. He backed her up against the tiled marble slowly and began pumping into her with full force. Her head spun, her body shook and a tornado of pleasure spiralled around them as he brought her to the edge more than once. Lips collided, bodies mashed together and sweet nothings filled the air as Arthur spilled himself far into her. It was then and only then that Ariadne realized that a) it would be extremely hard to ever take a shower alone ever again and b) she would never view the bathroom quiet the same anymore.

-X-

"You know," Ariadne leaned against the golden balcony to admire the setting sunset in front of them. "There's a pretty good chance I'm pregnant by now." Her cold, fruity drink in hand, she allowed her eyes to skim over the perfected view as Arthur shuffled next to her.

"Shhh. Don't say that."

She raised a single eyebrow at him. "Why not?"

Moving behind her, he slid his arm around her waist as his chin came to rest on her shoulder. "If you are you indeed pregnant, we would have no reason to keep making endless love."

Ariadne couldn't help but laugh. For three days, all they had done was indeed make endless love. Their rendezvous in the shower had ignited a fire that they had yet to dissolve. If they weren't sleeping or eating, they were wrapped up in one another, tangling in the sheets or panting up against a wall. Her husband had the stamina of an Olympic runner as he took her for rounds after rounds after rounds. Timing never matter, it was never a factor. She could animatedly remember waking up in wee hours of the night to his throbbing erection and hungry kisses. They hadn't fallen back asleep until the sun came up.

"Trust me," she turned to face him. "The last thing we'll do is stop what we're doing." She paused. "I heard sex is highly recommended during pregnancy."

"Really?" His curiosity was so authentic and on point that she couldn't help but peck his lips.

"Stick with me, point man. You'll learn things."

-X-

"I need food." Ariadne wailed as she trudged off the bed and planted her feet on the ground. Hunger overpowered any other feeling in her body as she searched for clothes. Grabbing a pair of shorts and one of Arthur's rare t-shirts, she threw them on. Her husband lay in his spot on the bed, arms behind his neck and his eyes following her every move. It was nearly one in the afternoon and having had gone without breakfast, she had long passed hunger and was edging towards starvation. "What do you want me to get you?" she asked as she slid some sandals on. The food bar in the lobby of the hotel was far more time convenient that ordering up room service. At this point, patience wasn't something she had.

"A chicken sandwich sounds good," he mumbled out, exhausted himself, "and a Caesar salad, please." He watched as his wife nodded before pecking his lips. She left, shutting the door behind her as her quest for food began.

Arthur sat up on the bed, the sheets falling down to rest at his hips. Besides him his forgotten phone lay. It was nearly a week and he had yet to turn it on. Despite being out of touch with civilization, he had to admit his wife was right. He needed this. This vacation was exactly what his system need; to cleanse, relax and forget about all else before another mission came up.

Grabbing the device, he switched it on and watched as it beeped with missed calls and text messages. The majority came from Eames, who had placed it upon himself to leave suggestive text messages regarding to why he wouldn't pick up his phone. He grinned. Dialling the memorized number, he listened as it rang twice before the familiar British voice boomed through.

"Arthur darling! Have you finally taken a break from conceiving my future godchild?"

"Future godchild? Your imagination never ceases to amuse me, Eames."

The forger chuckled. "That's not what your wife told me."

"Spare me the details." Arthur grinned. "Why exactly did you leave me countless messages anyway?"

"A job came up…" Eames' voice dropped a notch to an almost whisper.

"You know I can't, I'm on va-"

"This is massive, Arthur." He interrupted the point man. "Cobb is back in for it."

So much for retirement.

"Whose hiring?"

"Saito."

"He just doesn't give up, does he?"

Eames didn't comment on it. "Do you think you two can slip out early and join the team?"

Would Ariadne be willing? She had been so set on this getaway that he was sure she would tear him apart with her eyes if he even mentioned leaving so soon. To top it off, he wasn't sure he was comfortable with her working. Considering their plan was to conceive a child, he knew from her words and his own knowledge that there was a large chance she was already pregnant. Work plus the struggles of early pregnancy didn't seem to go well together in his mind.

"I think Ariadne might have to sit this one out," he stated his own voice dropping.

"Should I be congratulating you?" Eames' asked, amused and surprised.

"I'm not sure yet." Running a hand through his hair, he groaned internally. If Cobb was coming back for this last job, he could only imagine how massive and important it was. His wife would understand; especially since it was Saito paying. There was no denying the wealth that man had earned since their last inception job. With what they might receive on this job, Arthur could easily conclude that he would have enough to comfortably support their future child and not worry about a job. When Eames asked once again if he was in, Arthur was forced to push all his doubt into one room and shut it tight.

"Count me in," he said with firmly. "Ariadne will have to understand."