Once Sophia and Eames arrived back at the hotel, they decided to spend the rest of the day coordinating an elaborate plan for their upcoming inception. Upon entering Eames' room, Sophia held her hands behind her back, much to the likeness of a kid in a candy shop. Her eyes surveyed the lengths of the room, taking note of his clothes sprawled upon the armchair and his unmade bed. She couldn't help but smirk at him, the state of the room speaking worlds to her about his true nature. She'd half expected the room to be immaculate, base on the fact that he always looked so thoughtfully put together. Glancing over towards Eames, she noticed a computer, some blueprints, and legal notepads sitting on a desk.
"So, let's get down to business, shall we?" Sophia chirped, slinking over towards the desk.
Eames sighed and walked behind her, planting his hands on either side of the desk. His broad chest pressed against her back, his head hung down by her ear.
"Right. And which business were you referring to, darling?" Eames provoked seductively, his breath danced on her neck and sent waves of rapture throughout her body. She could feel the rise in his pants as she leaned back into him and a blush blossomed on her soft cheeks.
Sophia slowly turned around to meet his gaze and raised her eyebrow in faux disbelief.
"Sir, are you trying to seduce me? That is highly unprofessional. I ought to tell you boss about this-" she was cut off suddenly by Eames' lips crashing into hers. It didn't feel as innocent as it had before. His kisses were shorter and more forceful, animatedly expressing the craving that he had for her.
"Eames-" she choked, knowing exactly what he was yearning for. "We have a lot of work to do and such little time. Work first, play later you scoundrel!"
His eyes closed in despair, a whine escaped his lips. "My dear Sophia, have you no heart?" A pout formed on his lips and she couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic whimper. She reached up and kissed him lightly, tapping his nose with her finger mischievously and finished, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
The next three days were spent feverishly constructing their game plan and meeting with the team to synchronize agendas.
Sophia and Eames had been virtually inseparable but decided to put their feelings for each other on hold until after they finished the job. They couldn't afford any distractions during inception. The approaching "due-date" loomed over the gang, anticipation and anxiety spreading like the plague.
Cobb had reserved a table at a chic bistro near the hotel for dinner. He hoped to calm everyone's nerves and allow them to enjoy themselves before their flight to Berlin tomorrow.
Sophia's mood had shifted quite a bit in the past few days, more and more apprehension washing over her. She spent her nights alone in her room, memories invading her mind relentlessly.
"Sophie, are you almost ready for dinner?" she heard Eames' soft voice prod as he knocked on her door.
Opening the door a crack, Sophia lamented, "I'm sorry Eames, I'm not feeling very well. Tell Cobb that I will meet everyone in the morning for the flight." She gave a soft smile and went to close the door.
"Soph, you haven't been acting like yourself lately. Please, tell me what's going on," Eames urged her response, pushing the door to break her seclusion.
"Do not worry for me, my friend. I am simply preparing myself for the upcoming engagement-"
Forcing himself into her room, Eames advanced towards her, trapping her in the nearby armchair. "Don't give me that shit, Sophia. Not only do I worry for your sanity, but also the fate of my friends. You said yourself that we can afford no hesitation. Please, just talk to me."
His voice was smooth and full of sincerity. His eyes accurately exposed the worry he felt. She sighed and decided that she had better get it over with.
"I think I'm scared of failing. I'm afraid that something bad is going to happen and I won't be able to escape. Ever since my last job, I've grown overly cautious. As much as I trust our team, I can't shake the feeling that I will be left behind in limbo." Her voice cracked slightly, he accent more prominent in her alarmed state. She brought her knees towards her chest and sunk her head into them. She looked so helplessly conflicted and it sent a burning sensation throughout his body. All that he wanted was to scoop her up and hold her tightly in his arms to comfort her.
"Sophia, I promise that I won't let anything happen to you. I will not leave your side the entire time. If you get lost, I get lost. No matter what happens, I will not abandon you," he spoke with determination and honesty.
She raised her head to look at his expression. A small tear fell from her eye as a rush of understanding drenched her body. Sophia slowly stood up from the chair and walked towards her bed. She sat on the edge and beckoned Eames to join her.
He casually sat next to her, his large frame causing the bed to sink slightly. He brushed his hand against her back in a soothing manner but stopped abruptly as Sophia's lips grazed his neck. Somewhat shocked, he grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look into his glossy blue eyes.
"Eames, I cannot control my feelings anymore. I do not know what our futures hold but I know that in this moment, I want to feel your body intertwine with mine. I want to be as close to you as possible," she purred courageously.
Her eyes became lustful and intense. The seriousness of her statement washed over him like a tidal wave. He had dreamt of their first sexual encounter many times but the reality of the situation caused his heart to pound in his chest. His palms began to sweat and his breathing sped up. With one last gulp he swallowed hard and kissed her passionately.
Sophia laid back, allowing Eames to fall on top of her and caress her face. His concentration on her lips began to move south, her neck became his next target. Sophia let out a soft moan as he began nibbling and sucking at her collarbone. Heat began to entice her body and she couldn't stand the subtlety of their encounter.
Sophia unbuttoned his shirt with rigor and forced him onto his back. She straddled his lower half, tantalizingly planting wet kisses along his belt line. He bucked at the sensation and that only egged her on. Teasing him, she removed his belt slowly and stuck her hand down into his pants. She was not surprised at his size, considering his large frame, but still she shuddered at the warmth and feel of his member in her hand. She looked up to catch his expression, his eyes closed tightly and his mouth gaped open in awe.
She took his deep moans as a "go-ahead" and precede to take his pants all the way off, tossing them thoughtlessly to the floor. Before she could grasp his throbbing shaft, Eames pulled her up towards his face and kissed her viciously. His hands snatched the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in a fluid motion. His hands cupped her soft, svelte breasts and he lost all control. His mouth enclosed one of her nipples and sharp moan cascaded past her lips.
Sophia's lust was unbearable and she needed to feel his warmth inside of her. Sliding her pants onto the ground, she rubbed her burning clit against his rock-hard manhood. Eames grabbed ahold of her hips and began to slid into her warm folds. Her breath hitched and he paused, gingerly lowering her body onto his full length.
Sophia began to rock back and forth, stimulating both outside and inside of her region. Eames grinned at her determination and slid an arm around her back, flipping her over onto her back. He methodically rubbed his thumb against her swollen clit, licking his lips at the sight of her wet presence. Her consistent moans became intoxicating and he felt the urge to taste her. His warm tongue grazed over her folds, lapping up her sweet moisture, sheer ecstasy splayed on her face.
Before she could finish, he quickly took his place inside of her, thrusting wildly and purposefully. Feeling his erection near a blissful orgasm, he looked into Sophia's eyes and inhaled deeply.
Sophia's back arched as she felt her walls tightening around his shaft. Her mouth hung open, unable to utter even a moan as she felt his warm seed spill inside of her. Eames let out an uninhibited "oh my god" as he slowed his pumping. Sophia wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his presence deep inside her once more before relaxing her muscles.
Eames choked out a laugh, trying to catch his breath. Looking down at Sophia's euphoric expression, he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. The pair laid that way for what felt like hours, her arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, hands stroking his back sweetly.
Later on they ordered room service and told stories from their childhood until Sophia collapsed on Eames' broad chest. She looked so peaceful that he couldn't tear himself away from her. They fell asleep in each other's arms and awoke the same way in the morning.