The girls and Eames had found an abandoned shop that was suitable enough for their needs. After doing a perimeter sweep, Eames and Morgan settled themselves on a dusty counter. Ariadne dozed off in a lounge chair in the corner.

"So, you never answered my question. Is there a lucky guy back home?" Eames questioned Morgan while slurping down some noodle soup.

"Nope. What's to say I'm even in to guys?" Morgan lightly laughs and raises her eyes in question to Eames.

"Well, if you're not that's bloody rotten luck for me."

"You mean to say someone like you doesn't have fifty women? Come on, you have to have at least a dozen, right?"

"A dozen? Oh no. Not all at one time, at least. Even I couldn't handle that. But maybe, I don't know…" Eames gave Morgan a look as if he was deep in thought. And Morgan thought she could detect some form of desire and passion in them.

"You don't know what?" Morgan questioned while giving him a look that was equally enticing.

"I don't know, I just think maybe someone like you could change my mind."

Morgan's eyes widened and the tension between them grew until she reached over and took his cup of soup from his hands, placing it on the counter out of his reach while scooting closer to him.

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

Eames didn't need much more invitation than that. He closed the distance between them on the counter and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her into his lips. His other hand found her hip while her hands greedily pulled at his back. Pushing the two of them down, Eames positioned himself on top of Morgan so as not to crush her but allowing their bodies to touch. Eames hand slipped down Morgan's hip to pull her leg around his side. Sliding his hand back down her thigh, a moan escaped Morgan's lips. It had been a long time since she had been in this situation, and her body's instincts were taking over.

Morgan greedily pulled at Eames' belt and this combined with her moan almost put him over the edge. Composing himself, he let her undo his belt while his tongue explored her mouth. Her breaths were becoming ragged, turning Eames on more than he ever had been in his life. Certain that things were going to go all the way, Eames was nothing less than completely enraged when the sound of a car door slamming signaled Arthur and Cobb's arrival.

"Dammit!" Eames unwillingly pulled himself off Morgan and fastened his belt back.

Morgan's breath still coming out ragged, her cheeks a deep shade of pink, managed to sit up and gain control of her body again. What the hell had she just done?

Arthur and Cobb came through the side door checking the place out. Arthur's eyes met Morgan's and he noticed something different about them. Not being able to place it yet, he put the bags he was carrying down and inspected some of the dust in the room.

"Not too bad, good work Eames." Cobb, satisfied the place was good enough seated himself on some old boxes and closed his eyes.

"Thanks but it was really Morgan's idea. You should probably lie down, mate. You look awfully tired. Not that you look that good on your best day, but then again not everyone can be as charming as I am." Eames flashed Arthur and Morgan his most dashing smile.

"Thank goodness, no." Morgan joked at Eames.

Eames joined Morgan in laughter until Ariadne woke up and joined them at the counter.

"Ooh soup! Did you save me some?" The three of them drank their soup in silence but every once in a while Eames and Morgan would catch each others eyes and share a secretive smile.

Arthur watched Eames and Morgan questioningly. What had happened while he was gone? They kept glancing at each other as if they had some sort of secret together.

Still a little flustered from what happened with Eames earlier, Morgan dismissed herself to go lie down. After she finished her soup, Ariadne joined her.

Satisfied that the girls were asleep, Arthur moved in on Eames.

"What the hell happened while we were gone?"

"Why, darling, I don't have any idea what you're talking about." But Eames had a sly grin on his face that said otherwise.

"Yes you do. I can tell by your face. Something happened."

"Well mate, not to brag or anything, but I think Morgan is quite taken with me."

"What are you talking about?" Arthur's concern and anger grew at the way Eames stated this.

"I mean we shared an, intimate, moment while you were away."

The look Eames got when he said "intimate" causes a fury of bile swirl in Arthur's stomach. Is it possible that Morgan was really into Eames? The thought of her with someone else, especially Eames was almost unbearable it couldn't be true.

"No, surely you don't-"

"Oh I do, Arthur. And if it wasn't for you and Cobb's arrival, things would have gone farther. A lot farther."

With those words, Eames slid off the counter and walked over to the window, still wearing that grin on his face. Arthur was shocked into silence. He should have never left her alone with Eames. What if she was into him? Could he watch them be together when something inside of him longed for Morgan? Arthur contemplated this news while a pain grew steadily in his chest.