Arthur stuck around fifteen minutes after Joe took off before grabbing his swim trunks from the bottom of the drawer. He never thought he was going to need the black shorts, but was glad Joe insisted. Too bad he wasn't wearing them for her like she wanted.

Hiding the most casual and only waterproof garment he had, Arthur walked over to Ariadnes suite. She let him in immediately. Both of them supposedly behaved like they were rebels having an illegal meeting.

"I filled the tub and I got us some drinks." She told him, taking the two margaritas and walking towards the bathroom. "I'll be waiting in there."

It seemed a little odd that their little hot tub party was in a bathroom. The fact that the bathtub was enormous and had jets did not make it any more of a hot tub. At least it was a pretty bathroom.

Ariadne threw off her t-shirt and looked down at herself in her new Ed Hardy bikini. It was the most expensive thing she bought to wear.

Stepping into the bathtub, she wondered what Arthurs naked chest would look like. If it had body hair, or packs or even tattoos then seeing it would be like getting to learn secrets about Harry Potter that J.K. Rowling had never shared.

If he did take his shirt off. He definitely wasn't like Eames when it came to his body.

The door swung open.

No tattoos, no hair, no packs. Arthurs chest was just plain. Underneath those suits was nearly a skeleton with a thin layer of skin. Needless to say, he was still gorgeous to her.

"So you got here with no trouble." She assumed.

"I had to wait... but that just means I'm going back later, doesn't it?"

Ariadne grinned and gestured at him to get in. She turned around to reach for her drink on the other side of the tub when he gripped her waist and pulled her into his lap. Giggling, she accidently dumped out some of her drink into the water.

"Tell me about that tattoo." He said running a hand over the inky Eiffel Tower on her hip.

"I got it in high school after graduating. At first it was going to be on my ankle but I only wanted it exposed at the right times." She slipped her arm behind his neck. "I haven't shown it off in years though because at the college, they didn't take people with tattoos seriously. Even Miles doesn't know."

"And your parents were alright?"

"Nope. But back in the day my relationship with my dad wasn't the best. So I did the opposite of what he told me to do." She chuckled. "If he told me to answer when he called, I just looked at the phone until it stopped ringing."

"So you were rebellious." He assumed.

"Oh yeah." She sounded like she had a million stories to tell. "If you went in a time machine and gone back ten years, you would not know it was me at all. I looked completely different." Ariadne sipped a bit of her drink. "I had piercings on my eyebrows, nose, lip and tongue and I had black hair. And I did drugs which I regret."

"Wow." Arthur looked over at her observing her appearance and imaging her as a punk.

"Then this girl in my grade slapped a lot of sense into me. She started to act like a therapist, asking all these questions to me and when I said I was interested in architecture she went out and bought me a sketchbook. Then she told me to draw until my hand was sore."

"Sounds like you're here because of her." Arthur reached for his drink. "Do you still talk to her?"

Ariadne shook her head. "She moved to California like she said she would and she founded a roller derby league there. Right now, all I know her from is based on what the leagues website says." She found that she was talking about herself too much. She wanted to know him. After all, she made out with him the night before and now they were sitting in a bathtub half naked. "Enough about me. I wanna hear about your life."

"Me?" he questioned. "Just by looking at me, how do you think I was raised?"

"Hmm…" the architect thought for a moment. "I think… that you were an only child… your family was rich and you went to a fancy school. Did you play a fancy sport by any chance?"

"You are very close." Arthur was slightly impressed. "I have two older sisters and one older brother and we're all named after medieval Heros."

"So you're the baby." She could not picture him as a cute little boy surrounded by older siblings. "What's that like?"

"Well," He slipped a hand around her waist. "I learned from the mistakes they made but I always had to prove myself twice as hard. I was the runt of the litter."

"You?" her eyebrows shot up. "I can't believe that."

"My grandpa made fun of me for it all the time." He reasoned. A ring was heard from the bedroom that Arthur recognized as his.

"Awwww, Joes calling." Ariadne cooed. "I'll get it!" Arthur thought she was teasing but she rocketed up instantly. Arthur yanked her back and laughed as she tried to get out. "Arthur I swear to God, you let me go!"

"Joe will try to murder me if you answer it!" He shouted

"I wanna see her reaction!" Ariadne insisted. The phone was on its third ring.

As amused as Arthur was, he could only imagine Joe sounding so calm when Ariadne said, "Hello?" and "Rodger's busy," into her ear. Ariadne stopped trying to run out when the cell phone stopped ringing.

"You stick-in-the-mud…" she grumbled.

"Come here." He brought her next to him, their hips joining and Ariadnes head leaning on his chest. Arthur gripped her hand gently. "Your hands are wet anyway."

"So what does she do when you don't answer?"

"She just leaves a message."

"Oh…" For a moment, she was nervous Joe would come through the door. Not that she couldn't handle her or anything, but that would be humiliating.

"So as you know, there's this prom-like dance coming up." He started.

"If you fess up now and tell her the truth, we could go together."

"I share a suite with her. If I call it off, I'll have to face her every night."

"Would you much rather bunk with Eames or her?" Ariadne questioned.

Those two choices collided like fire and ice and neither caved in. "Touché."

"I could always talk Frank into flirting with her and convincing her that he's better for her… it's just too bad we can't do inception."

"We don't need it." He shook his head. "The question is would Frank be willing to do it?"

"I can get him to do anything." Ariadne insisted. "I had total control over him in high school."

Arthurs head tilted back as he let out a laugh. "So, about that short comment she made… it was actually pretty cleaver now that I think of it."

"Tell me." Ariadne grinned and showed eagerness.

"She said you'd have to stand on phone books to slap someone!" At that moment, Ariadne had alcohol on her tongue. The tequila hit the wall as she burst into endless laughter. A few people in the hall could hear her.

"Oh my God, that's a good one!" Ariadne nodded. "It made me spit out alcohol so yeah, it's funny."

Arthur sighed and looked over at her. "Ariadne…" his head shook. "Don't you think we're progressing too fast?"

"We're not together." She reminded him.

"I know… It's just that I like you a lot and I don't want us rushing to spoil it. I mean, you just got out of a nasty relationship and I'm trying to escape mine…"

"You're right." Ariadne scooted away with her hand still on his shoulder. "You can't pull a roses petals open; you have to wait for it to bloom. The later it happens, the more beautiful it could be."

"It would be pretty awkward if we started dating, broke up and ended up working together again." Arthur envisioned.

"So we act as friends, keep a low profile and if Joe tries anything, I'll kill her."

"Sounds perfect."