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Ariadne sat in Arthur's room for nearly an hour before deciding to return to her own. Before she knew what she was doing she grabbed the PASIV device and ran to her room. She knew that if she simply fell asleep she would dream of one of the two men and she wanted to dream peacefully and wake up without a pit in her stomach. Lying back on her bed she inserted the IV into her arm and as she drifted off she found herself sitting in one of her favorite Cafés in Paris.

The next day went by rather slowly. She had managed to return the PASIV device to Arthur's room by claiming to be his girlfriend and receiving a room key. She was slightly disappointed the blonde woman hadn't been there. For some reason it did not surprise her when he still wasn't back. She doubted he had gotten another hotel so he was probably wandering around somewhere deep in thought as usual.

She realized she had a serious problem. What was she going to do about Robert and Arthur? She couldn't have them both, she knew that. She was completely torn. Arthur was always so warm, so comforting, and she had had an attraction towards him from the moment they met. Robert on the other hand was so different. She had barely known him yet she knew for a fact that she deeply cared about him.

"Fuck," she cursed under her breath. She didn't normally use profanities but under the circumstances she didn't really care. The word rolled off her tongue, filling her mouth with a satisfied sweetness, as if it had relieved some of her built up emotions. Just as she was about to say it again she heard a knock on the door. She sucked in a sharp breath, it had to be Arthur. As her fingers closed around the knob of the door she put on a mask on contentment, refusing to let him see her vulnerable again.

"Hey there sweetheart,"

"Eames?" Her brow furrowed at the sight of the tall Englishman in front of her.

"Surprised?" He raised an eyebrow, chuckling a bit.

"Well, yeah, what are you doing here? Thought you were going to Vegas?"

"Mmm, yes well as tempting as that was I decided to stick around for a little bit. Where is Arthur? Knocked on his door and no one answered," his eyes flickered to the room behind her as if expecting him to be sitting in one of her chairs.

"I don't know where he is," her gaze fell downward.

"You're blushing," he laughed, "Did you guys finally get in bed or are you still flirting?"

"What are you talking about?" She demanded.

"Ah, so you guys haven't had sex yet. Is it because Arthur is still being a stick in the mud?"

"Eames…" She whined, wanting him to stop.

"What? Don't tell me you've lost your sense of humor too! Look, all I'm saying is that it's exhausting watching you guys constantly flirt when I know deep down you both just want in each others pants. I would have thought by now…" He shrugged.

"You never answered me, what are you doing here?" She quickly changed the subject.

"Can't I visit my friends without some ulterior motive?" An over dramatic amount of hurt filling his features.

"I don't think Arthur would consider you a 'friend'" She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, you got me, I saw you and Fischer talking at the airport and you looked concerned. I figured I would drop by and see what was going on. I may not take life very seriously, but I don't think it would benefit me very much if something went wrong. So what's going on?"With a heavy sighed Ariadne stepped to the side and invited him, relating to Eames everything that had taken place in the past twenty-four hours, excluding the part with Arthur of course.

"So you've fallen for the mark?" He exaggerated the last two words.

"It's not like I did it on purpose!"

"Well how does Arthur feel about this whole thing?" A slow smile twitched at Eames's mouth.

"He things that as long as Robert doesn't remember we should be okay," she knew this wasn't what he meant. He leaned back in his chair, arms across his chest as he waited for the answer he really wanted, "I don't know what you want me to say,"

"Oh come, you can't tell me that he is all peachy keen about you getting cozy with someone else. That man has had his eyes on you since day one,"

"Look, Eames, obviously if Arthur cares he is too late. I'm going to dinner tonight with Robert and if he doesn't like it he can blame himself for not making some sort of move earlier," She said rather angrily. He raised his hands defensively.

"Alright, alright, anyway, I'm going to be in town for a while to keep an eye on things until I know for sure my freedom isn't in jeopardy. You have to make sure Fischer's memory stays blurry. Oh, and take care of Arthur. He may be rather boring, but the poor guy just lost his girl to some rich dude," he told her, standing to leave.

"He's not just some rich dude," she muttered to himself. He smirked at her comment.

"Good-bye sweetheart," he smiled at her. What was with all these people showing up? Their job was supposed to be over, they were supposed to relax. Now she had the problem of not only dealing with Arthur and Robert, but also with Eames breathing down her neck watching in case she screwed this all up. Part of her did wish Cobb was there, he would at least have some sort of solution by now. Usually Arthur was the rational one, formulating plans, but he had allowed his emotions to poison his judgment and she knew he'd be no help now.

Deciding that she needed to relax Ariadne treated herself to a long bubble bath, allowing the hot water to sooth her muscles and relax her. When she was done she realized that she hadn't eaten in a long time. Her stomach growled as she clutched her abdomen. She would have ordered room service but she would have felt much too guilty having Robert pay for it. Grabbing her phone and wallet she went out in search of something quick to eat. Just as she was walking out the door of the lobby a male receptionist stopped her.

"Are you Ariadne?" He asked her. After she nodded he told her to wait, raching under the front desk and producing a boquet of roses.

"This was dropped off for you about a minute ago," he held it out to her. She scooped them up, resting them in her arms and inhaling their sweet fragrance. They were all a deep shade of red except for the three white roses in the middle. She found a small card and read it with a soft smile:

~Please accept these roses and enjoy their sweet perfume. I am looking forward to seeing you tonight~ It read. Her heart swelled in her chest. No one had ever bought her flowers before.

"Their beautiful," she mused.

"Would you like me to have them delivered to your room in a vase with water?" He offered.

"Yes, thank you," she reluctantly handed them back.

"I'll have that taken care of immediately," he nodded, carrying them off. She felt warm at the thought of spending her evening with Robert. She could almost visualize his gorgeous blue eyes looking at her affectionately. She giggled to herself, feeling giddy. Ariadne decided that after she ate she would come back and pick out what she would wear. Although intelligent, down-to-earth, and very mature, she was still a girl and the idea of love still made her smile stupidly and her chest ache.

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