Wooo! Time to avenge my story after the Boring assault of the previous chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or any of its characters. I only own my idea and writing.

Arthur P.O.V

Ariadne looked from the food on the table back to Arthur, "Burgers?"

"Burgers," Arthur confirmed.

Ariadne seemed surprised for a reason that Arthur could not identify. "Is there something wrong?"

She sat down near the table, "No, no. Its just I always thought of you as the 'salad' type of guy"

Arthur sat down across from her, "Well I usually am, but often when I feel tired, I find a burger is much more appealing than a salad"

Ariadne placed a napkin on her lap and smiled at him from the other side of the table, "Thank you, this is exactly what I felt like"

"I'm glad. Your request for 'anything but seafood' left me a broad guessing field so I went with my said line of thought," Arthur laid his own napkin down and picked up his knife and fork.

As he began to cut his burger into edible quarters he noticed that Ariadne had abandoned her cutlery and had picked her burger up in her hands. Arthur found himself not being able to look away as she bit into her food. Ariadne's handling of the burger had suggested to Arthur that she was going to be a messy eater, or perhaps just not eat as neatly as he. But what Arthur saw was the complete opposite.

For some strange reason it amused him.

He turned his eyes back to his own food before she could notice his staring and finished his burger in no time. Arthur reached out for his glass of water and saw that Ariadne had moved on to picking at her salad. Again he couldn't look away, but for a very different reason.

He couldn't help but notice how her lips moved over the fork that she had placed in her mouth or how her jaw moved as she chewed and then her throat as she swallowed. Ariadne's tired eyes were looking into the distance somewhere behind him and she didn't notice his staring.

Arthur's eyes followed her tongue as she licked her lips and wondered what it would feel like to do the same to her with his own tongue.

Look away, look away, look away.

He stood up suddenly in order to break the fixation. At the movement Ariadne looked up at him and Arthur saw the bags under her eyes. He found himself not liking the idea of Ariadne finding it hard to sleep and being tired because of it. Sure, he had seen her over work into the early morning hours at the warehouse, but for some reason this felt different.

He sat back down and the young architect made no comment on his strange behavior.

"Ari?"

She seemed startled for a moment by his voice but then answered, "Yes?"

"What was the real reason why you found it hard to get to sleep last night?" he wasn't normally one to pry, but he cared for Ariadne.

She stiffened, "I already told you, my sore neck was bothering me" she returned to her food and tried to avoid his eyes.

He smiled and dared to speak the words, "I don't believe you"

Ariadne dropped her fork onto her plate and gave him a cold stare, "What?" she asked through her teeth.

"I said, I don't believe you," Arthur began to wonder if he had gone too far.

Ariadne narrowed her eyes, "And why on earth should I tell you why I can or can't sleep? Do you expect me to just pour all of my problems and fears into your lap and ask for your opinion on them?" she stood up and it looked as if she couldn't decide whether to make for her room or for the hall.

Arthur also stood up and stepped towards her, "Ari, I was only trying to help. I'm sorry if I've offended you"

She placed a hand on the table and pointed a finger at him, "You know, that is one thing that has been on my mind ever since you dragged me into the whole 'fiancé pregnancy' story. Why do you care?"

Arthur took another step and wrapped his hand around her own accusing hand, "You mean why I care about your welfare? Why did I care about the fact that you were ill at the airport? Why I care about how much sleep you get?"

"Yes," she said defiantly, but Arthur could see that she was beginning to crumble.

He leaned a little towards her, "It's simple really. We've been working together for the past couple of months, I've taught you things and in some ways you've taught me things. We just went through inception, the biggest dreamscape job I've ever done and the first you've ever been a part of. Is it not natural that I would care about you?"

Ariadne looked from his hand around hers and back to his face, "So, not just a responsibility?"

"Definitely not a responsibility," Arthur assured her.

Ariadne pulled her hand back after he loosened his grip and sat back down. Arthur pulled his chair over and sat next to her, "So, what's the real reason Ari?"

The architect sighed and ran a finger along her scarf, "It was a few things I guess, mainly I was afraid"

"Afraid of what?" Arthur asked, concerned.

Her eyes locked to his and Arthur found himself wanting to get lost in her pools of chocolate brown, "Afraid of not dreaming," she broke the gaze and fiddled with her scarf again, "I know its silly, but it was such a foreign concept, not dreaming and I didn't know what would happen"

Arthur softened his usual stone face, "I don't think you really need to worry about that for the moment. I've never heard of anyone losing the ability to dream after only their first job"

"Do you still dream?" she asked after taking a sip of her drink.

Arthur thought for a moment, "I do, but not often. I dream maybe once every three to four months," he reached back across the table do pick up his own glass, "Though it's different for every person. I know that Cobb stopped dreaming completely, after Mal's death"

"Well, I hope it's a while yet for me," she said before getting up and walking over to her room, Ariadne turned back around before she entered, "Thanks Arthur, I think I might get some sleep tonight"

"Glad to help, but may I ask one more thing?"

Ariadne shrugged her shoulders, "Sure"

"What were the 'other few things'?" he asked.

She smiled, "That were keeping me from sleeping?"

God, she has a beautiful smile. "Uh, yes"

An embarrassed sounding laugh escaped Ariadne's lips, "I don't know Arthur, I just took part in an illegal job that was so insane and dangerous that I could probably refer to it as more of a mission than a job. How would you sleep?"

The rest of Arthur's concern faded away after her explanation, "So that's everything?"

Ariadne shrugged again, "That and the usual homesick kind of stuff"

Arthur stood up from his chair, "And if you could, what would make this place homier?"

She looked into the distance for a second, contemplating his question. "Lavenders," she finally decided.

"Lavenders?"

"Yeah, back at my apartment I always had a vase of lavenders. I love the smell, it's calming and all that," she explained.

Arthur nodded and changed the conversation, "Well I'll let you have the first shower, if you want it"

"No, it's alright. I think I'll have one in the morning. Just let me get changed and I'll just use the bathroom before I go to bed," she reached around the doorframe and switched her light on, "Then it's all yours"

He smiled, "Thank you"

While Ariadne proceeded to do all she had said, Arthur tidied away the dishes and put them back on the trolley that they had been delivered with. He had been surprised when the hotel willingly delivered their dinner at his request, in past stays they had only delivered breakfast and he would have to go to the restaurant to eat lunch or dinner. Perhaps it was because he had used the 'pregnant fiancée' spin again. Have to stop doing that.

When Ariadne had finished with the bathroom and gone to bed, Arthur decided to take a shower so that it was free for her in the morning.

As he washed his hair, he wondered what this week would bring.

Ok, so next chapter will be day 2 and I think I might split the chapter in half, like one half will be Arthur P.O.V and the other will be Ariadne P.O.V or something like that haha.

Oh and I wasn't sure if Ariadne had brown or hazel eyes, I can't remember haha so, I just said brown.