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~ Arthur took her back to bed. They spent the rest of the night kissing and whispering secret things to one another. Ariadne allowing herself the fantasy Arthur was spinning for her. A family of their own. A baby. The two of them with no more worries about schedules and rules. Part of her deeply wanted those things. Another part, a more physical part, didn't want to be parted from Cobb and Eames. She feel deeply asleep in his arms. Him kissing her closed eye lids.
~ Morning roused them. The start of another day.
Eames. Tonight would be his night.
Not wanting to let her go. Arthur kept kissing her goodbye. She had to pull herself away as the clock ticked closer to 6.
~ Her morning run was easier. Her mind so burdened with what Arthur had revealed to her that she didn't think of her aching legs and body. She had stayed out an hour longer then she planed. Re-treading her same path. Not wanting to go home. When she was sure they had all left for work and school, she slowly walked home. Her body dripping wet with sweat, as she listened to the silent house. Empty of the family.
She climbed the stairs slowly. Her mussels hurting and protesting each movement. She had run to much. She did however feel better. Cleaned out somewhat. Like the strenuous workout had released something. Her body felt energized and light.
She was looking forward to a long hot shower and maybe a nap when Eames charged out of the shadows and grabbed her.
"Hello, Darling!" he said playfully. Instinctively, she tried to run from him. Not expecting to see him so soon in the day. He caught her easily, dragging her to his room. Oblivious to her cries of shock. Her angry protests.
The Forger, always eager to get a jump on his night. The climax of her three night adventure. The was a reason why Cobb was first and Arthur second. Eames could be called lecherous in his needs. Why he was always last. She needed the two days to recover from the Forger.
Where as Cobb was distant and Arthur was affectionate, Eames was sadistic. Appealing to the carnal aspect of pure, raw sex. Ariadne and Eames never made love. Rather she reveled in his impure fetishes. Namely, toys.
Sorry for the short chapter. I like to have a nice build up. Feeling a little kinky tonight and I want to warn you this next chapter might not be for everyone. If you liked "Peaches & Roses", then you like this coming chapter.
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