DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inception.
"I am not looking forward to this, Ari," Arthur groaned.
Ariadne smiled as she walked around him, straightening various pillows and other furniture. "Come on, you haven't seen Eames in what, 3 months?"
"Yes, and I intended to keep it that way."
She grinned and reached up, planting a light kiss on his cheek. "Besides, the kids love Eames."
Arthur sighed. "Fine. Just…please, let's keep this quick?"
Ariadne smirked. "Fine." She leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, stretching up onto her toes. "But if you act nice, I'll make it worth your while…"
Arthur raised an eyebrow, obviously intrigued. "Oh yeah…in what way."
She smiled and kissed his lips ever-so-quickly. "In everyway."
Within seconds, Arthur had pined his wife against the kitchen counter, leaning in so close, that she could feel his warm breaths on her cheeks.
"Why don't we just cancel if you're that interested?" he smirked. She pressed her lips to his for a moment.
"Trust me Arthur, if I was interested, we'd be upstairs right now," she whispered, sending shivers up Arthur's back.
Arthur cursed when the doorbell went off. Ariadne smiled at him then walked back to the kitchen calmly. "You can get that."
Arthur sighed and walked into the hallway. When he opened the front door, Eames was on the other side, smirking like an idiot.
"Arthur, darling! Good to see you again!" he smiled, walking straight in. Arthur growled then he received a hard pat on the back.
"Eames," he sighed, pushing his hand away.
It's not that Arthur didn't like Eames. He just…didn't particularly like having him in his house. He was loud. He taught the kids bad words, but he put up with it because Eames was (as Samantha called him) fun Uncle Eames.
Eames looked around. "So where are those adorable children of yours?"
As if on cue, Arthur watched with annoyance as Samantha ran in, getting swept up in Eames's arms.
"Uncle Eames!" she cried.
Eames smiled and hugged the small girl. "Hello beautiful. How are you?"
"I'm fine. I had an injection the other day," she explained with great care.
Eames frowned. "An injection? I bet you weren't cared a bit."
She shook her head furiously. "No! Not at all!"
"That's my girl!" Eames smiled, lifting her higher into the air. Arthur stiffened and quickly grabbed his child from the dangerous land of Eames's plane rides.
"Samantha, go play with Thomas for a moment?"
The young girl skipped off into the other room. Eames turned to him.
"I have to admit Arthur, you've done a really nice job. They're amazing kids."
Arthur smiled proudly. "Thanks."
Eames smirked. "Now where's that sexy wife of yours?"
Arthur rolled his eyes. Eames never could keep a decent conversation. "She's in the kitchen. So, had any jobs recently?"
"A couple. I went through a dry spell after that job in Madrid. But hey, I'm rich enough all ready," Eames said, a slight grin playing on his face.
"Eames! Eames!" Thomas cried as he ran in. He clutched into the leg of the forger as not to fall over and embaress himself in front of all the grown ups.
"Hello little chap," Eames smiled. "How are you?"
"You play! You play!" Thomas cried, pointing to the living room and his quite wide collection of toys.
Arthur smiled at his over-enthusiastic son. "Thomas, Eames just arrived."
"No it's fine. I've missed the toys anyway," Eames smiled, allowing himself to be dragged away.
Arthur stood in the hallway for a moment, Ariadne's words lingering in his ear.
I'll make it worth your while.
He swallowed and pulled on his tie. It was going to be a long night.