The Third Level
4.
~ Arthur held her as she finally managed to puller herself together. He felt a certain rush of pride. Ariadne would be upset if he died. She was crying her eyes out over just a dream where he had died.
He did nothing to fight the smile that crept onto his lips. A male pride that this pretty girl would cry her heart out if she lost him.
"Ariadne." He said soothingly. "I'm not going to die." He told her as confidently as he could. "You know better." He said teasingly.
She was nodding and sniffling.
"I know. I was just so upset." She said looking a little more relived now that she had cried on his shoulder.
"It was only a dream. You remember me telling you about the compound affecting your natural dreams?" He asked gently as he took his handkerchief back and gently dried her eyes for her.
She nodded and allowed him to dab at her tears with his handkerchief. The Architect was normally too independent to allow such things. But just now, he was glad she was letting him baby her a little.
"It just felt so real." She whispered.
"How did it happen?" Arthur asked. "Did Cobb kill me?" He laughed.
~ Ariadne breathed out a laugh as the Point Man's face bloomed into a boyish grin. Her dream of Cobb's assault fading away from her mind. The whole idea of Cobb hurting her was ridiculous. The Extractor had never even raised his voice to her or any woman. He could never hurt her.
"Cuz you know, I could take him." Arthur teased her putting up his arms as if in a fight. That bright, impish smile on his face.
She laughed then.
"No, you died of blood poisoning. We were zip lining in Brazil and you cut your leg." She told him. She felt better with Arthur there. The Point Man was always such a comfort to her.
"What were we doing in Brazil?" He laughed.
"We were on our honeymoon." She said before she could stop herself. She bit her lip hard and looked at the Point Man. She had said too much. Far too much.
Arthur's face was hard and clouded over with a fearful darkness. He seemed to be thinking.
She searched for words to say to take it all back.
"It was just a dream. Just a stupid... crazy dream." She told him hoping he wouldn't get angry.
"I know it was just a dream." Arthur said distractedly. His eyes looking at his shoes. His brow pulled down into a scowl. His hands going to his pockets as she stepped away from him.
"Arthur, I... it was..." She floundered.
"Because if we were on our honeymoon, I doubt we would be leaving the hotel very much." He said not taking his eyes off his shoes.
~ It felt like she was playing with a very sharp knife. If she did or said the wrong thing, she would regret it.
Arthur cast those hard eyes on her suddenly. Biting her with their forcefulness.
"Arthur." She stammered. "I think we should... I mean..."
She didn't protest or resist as he stepped closer to her and pulled her body into his. Those strong, deliberate hands of the Point Man were everything she had always imagined. She rose her face up to meet him. Her toes reaching upward to him as his lips met hers.
Oh, his kiss. She could have kicked herself for not giving into him before. The kiss at the hotel during the Fisher inception was nothing compared to this. The Point Man was so strong and forceful in what he wanted from her. His first kiss, the stolen one, was brief and almost polite. This one was intrusive, hot and demanding her to respond to him. His lips parting hers and his tongue invading her mouth in a way that made her helpless to him.
Perhaps a legal kiss wasn't as good as a stolen one, but the Architect found herself melting into the Point Man's arms. Her breath leaving her body as he held her up. Her body oddly limp and happy.
Her face felt hot and her lips felt rough and abused.
She was breathing hard as he finally let her lips go. All she wanted to do was have him kiss her again. Have her sit on the bathroom sink, his hands wandering over her body. Unzipping her pants, exploring her secret places. If he kept kissing her like that, she would grant him anything he wished.
"Arthur." She panted. The dream of them trapped in a snow storm racing back to her as she tried to focus on what was real and what was just a dream.
~ Arthur knew he had overstepped his bounds. He couldn't help himself. Her lips had been crying out for him to kiss her from the moment she woke up from that nightmare. He wasn't going to waste another second being polite or just a friend.
During the Fisher inception, she had not noticed his subtle flirtations. She was all work and no play. Most of the time, he was to. But there was something different about Ariadne. The fact she didn't seem to want him, didn't act like a silly girl, intrigued him all the more. Made him desire her like he never would have thought possible.
He found himself boldly making a move on that second level. The knowledge that they could fail in the mission and land in Limbo made him act with heedless abandonment. Made her see the Point Man as a man who wanted her. Not just a Team member.
"Arthur." She mewed in that soft little voice that made his need spark into life.
She looked up at him with those large eyes of hers. His hands going to her hair and her fingers walked spider like up his neck tie. Her gaze trying to stay on the fabric of his suit and not on his face.
"We will be preparing to land in London soon." The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. Breaking the spell of the potential loves in their hiding place.
"Please take your seats, fasten your seat belts and return your trays to their folded position."
"London?" Ariadne said. She lacked the breath to say more.
"Plane was diverted while you were sleeping. Bad weather." Arthur explained as they kept their eyes on each other.
She nodded and neither one of them moved.
"We should go back to our seats." He whispered.
The gravity of their moment still so heavy.
"No, I want to stay here." She said. Her voice like a spoiled child. Her fingers lacing over his tie. Wanting to pull him down to her again.
"I know." He whispered. "So do I." He said honestly.
He couldn't allow her to kiss him. If he did, he would be lost to her spell. He would drown in his own lust for her and never resurface.
He briefly thought of Hylas with the water nymphs. A man who happily let himself be pulled away from everything he knew in life for the love of such beauty as was before him now.
"We have to go back to our seats." He whispered as he pried her hands off him.
"No." She said in a childish tone. He big eyes looking mutinous.
He kissed her lips as softly as he could and was thankful he was able to keep his mind and body together.
"Come on." He whispered as he took her hand. "Lets go back to our seats."
~ She wanted to stay with Arthur in their secret hide away. She didn't want to go back among other people. Even if it was the secluded first class cabin.
Still, she allowed Arthur to take her back to her seat. Her hands itching to touch him.
What had gotten into her? Suddenly, she wanted him. Wanted his hands on her again. Wanted to touch his suit. Feel the fabric. Wanted to put her hands on his lean body. Wanted him to hold her down and kiss her.
'Behave yourself!' She hissed at her own perverted thoughts as she remembered the dream she had before. Where she and Arthur were snowed in and he spanked her in front of a warm fire. His large hands hitting her bottom and her flesh rippling with excitement.
"Ariadne?" Cobb's voice broke into her thoughts. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." She said as the plane hit a little turbulence and Arthur neatly caught her before she fell.
She couldn't think strait as the Point Man sat her back in her comfy seat. His long arms and fingers artfully snapping her seat belt for her. Tightening the strap a little tighter then needed.
'Don't think about that!' She thought before her mind could race into scenarios of Arthur strapping her down. Her blood prickling with excitement at the idea.
She watched Arthur buckle his own seat belt as the plane hit another air pocket. Jerking the cabin around as the pilot warned of more turbulence.
Instinctively, her fingers grazed over his hand.
Sensing her need, the Point Man turned his own hand. Opening his palm and catching her soft fingers.
She nodded her gratitude as they braced themselves for a rough landing.
~ END ~
The EVIL ONE strikes again! OH AngelOfTheMorning1978, why must you be so evil? WHY?
Don't worry you SPOILED, SPOILED, SPOILED kids! I will update this story very soon with some kinky erotica. I'm not THAT evil. LOL.