Authors Note:

I am very sorry on the delay on the update. I had my little cousins over all weekend.

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I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 11

She thought about running after him and forcing him to tell her why he had stopped so abruptly.

She wanted him to tell her everything that was on his mind.

Everything that was bothering him.

Everything that he was feeling.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Every time she tried, her mind stopped her.

She knew better than to make the situation worse.

So, she just layed down, on his bed, where the scent of his sweet cologne almost tore her to pieces.

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She hadn't slept the entire night. Her mind couldn't help but wonder where he was or what he was doing. Or even the inevitable; were they ever going to be able to face each other again?

Ariadne's heart rate quickend thinking about the scenerio. This was Cobb. He was a man of intelligence and of gratitude, of course they would talk again. But then again, what would the conversation play out as?

She jumped to her feet, hearing the shower from the bathroom turn off. An early morning shower was a good sign. It indicated that he still was himself. Maybe, he had time to think it over and realize how foolish he was for walking away.

She took a deep breath in and walked out into the hall, hesitating as she watched the door knob open up. There he was. Domenic Cobb, fully dressed in new dark gray pants and a dark blue shirt. His hair was slightly damp and he was running a small comb through it.

Before she could even say something, he smiled at her and said in a cheerful tone "Good morning." She stared at him for a moment. Why in hell was he so happy?

"Good morning." She replied, taking a few steps towards him, her light yellow night gown swaying as she walked.

"That's a nice color on you." He smirked at her and her mouth widened in shock. A compliment? What the hell was going on?

"Thank you." She whispered in a baffled tenor.

He quickly sighed and walked towards his bedroom, while saying "You know, your bed is a whole lot more comfortable than mine." She watched him suspiciously, eyeing his hand as he pulled on the doorknob to his bedroom door. "Your going to have to imagine me one of those mattresses that you have."

Ariadne was silent. They were talking about comfortable mattresses? He was acting strange and happy. Since when was Cobb so happy? "Well-"

"I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast in ten." He smirked at her again and walked into his bedroom, closing the door shut after him. The only words that crossed Ariadne's mind were; what the fu-

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(Real Time: Present: Aircraft)

Arthur stared at himself in the First Class Bathroom mirror. It was ridiculous how different they were from the coach class restrooms. You could practically fit three people in it, where as in economy class you could barely fit one.

He sighed deeply, thinking about how much time had passed since he had last checked his watch. When he had last checked, Cobb and Ariadne had been stuck in Limbo for nine years. Nine fucking years! How long did it take to find someone and get out? He was furious and utmost terrified at the same time.

Suddenly, the door opened slightly and he muttered "It's occupied."

But then the door opened more fully and Eames stepped in, shutting the door tightly behind him while saying "I know, darling. You've been in here for bloody ages. I told you not to have the chicken."

Arthur rolled his eyes and asked in a slight whisper "I am not having stomach trouble, Eames." He paused and continued speaking softly "I was just thinking about them. How long has it been?"

Eames took a deep breath in and replied "11 years."

"11 years?" Arthur asked, bewildered.

"Yes. I told you, you were in here for bloody long." Eames joked but his emotions were slightly on the fritz. He had had hope but now that hope was slowly fading away.

"What the fuck could they be doing for eleven godamn years?" Arthur almost growled. He was so angry.

"Shagging?" Eames asked, his eyebrows up.

"Are you seriously not worried at all?" Arthur asked, his voice suddenly firm.

Eames sighed for a brief moment and answered "Look, they have another hour and about fifteen more minutes. That's another twenty five years down there. They can make it."

"And what if they don't? How do we explain the fact that they won't wake up?" Arthur was so nervous, that the questions just slid off the tip of his tongue.

"They will wake up, Arthur." He placed his hand on his shoulder and continued "They have to." He looked around the bathroom, cracked a smile and said "Okay. Now get out, I have to use the toilet."

Arthur watched him for a brief moment. How could one change emotions so quickly? Eames' eyes widened as he said "What are you still doing here? Do you find content in watching?" Arthur shook his head and grunted from disgust while leaving the bathroom.

"Cheeky bastard." Eames laughed, the door shutting.

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(Limbo Time: Flash forward 11 years: Unknown)

"I cannot even begin to explain myself." Cobb's voice was firm, but his expression was soft. They were walking along the shore line of the ocean.

Ariadne squeezed his hand tightly and muttered "You know that I don't mind, Dom."

They had been searching for Saito for so long, it was almost second nature. Walk during the day, sleep at night. Neither of them wanted to lose themselves again. They just wanted to find him and bring him back.

"But I do." Cobb complained, running his free hand through his hair. He looked over at Ariadne who was smiling and whispered "I completely forgot and I feel horrible."

Ariadne stopped walking for a moment and cupped his face, while muttering "I forgive you." She leaned into him and pecked his lips. She would have never guessed in a thousand years that it was her fate to end up with a man like Cobb.

"I could always make it up to you." Dom chuckled, leaning over to brush his lips against the crook of her neck.

"I hate when you do this to me." She spoke softly, her lips slowly parting as his hands roamed her exposed flesh.

"I don't think you hate it, baby." He chuckled lowly, leaving a trail of wet kisses up her throat.

"Dom, we have to keep walking." Ariadne insisted, her hands gently pushing him away. She still wanted him. It was amazing that after eleven years they still were so passionate about each other. But no matter how much she wanted him, they needed to find Saito. So, that they could do this in reality.

"But I have to make it up to you." He complained, tugging her back into his arms and kissing her deeply.

"How about you make it up to me when we go back to reality?" Ariadne questioned, her eyebrows up at her own suggestion.

"Well, what should I do to make it up to you?" Cobb asked. He hated the fact that he had forgotten their anniversary. He felt terrible. It just had been so long since that night. They both remembered it perfectly. The beach, the moon, the waves crashing against their bare bodies. How could one forget?

"By doing what exactly?' He smirked at her, his hands playing with a loose strand of her hair.

She thought for a moment. "By taking me out for a coffee."

He laughed at the request but nodded. If that was what she wanted, that's what she would get. He took her by the hand again and sighed "It seems that we have to keep walking."

"Yes." She nodded once before they started walking again. Walking to find Saito. Only for Saito.

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(Limbo Time: Present: Cobb's Land)

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Dom asked, a rather large smile plastered on his face. He walked towards Ariadne, who was sitting on the front porch, eyeing the ocean.

She watched him sit beside her, the smell from the mug of fresh coffee that he was holding, was filling up her nostrils. "Blue skies, white puffy clouds-"

'Hold on' Ariadne couldn't help but think. Puffy? Had Dom just said puffy? He had been acting extremely bizarre all day long but this was taking it to the extreme. "Cobb, why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what?" He asked in a loud and confident tone. He was smiling at her and it was making her feel uncomfortable. What the hell was the matter with him? She didn't like him this... joyful. Was that a horrible thing to think?

"You know, slightly-" she thought for a moment and then continued "not yourself."

He laughed at the comment and reached over to her, placing his arm around her shoulders before saying "Ariadne, you always surprise me." He sighed softly and stood up onto his feet while saying "You really do." He gave her a quick smile and then a wink and walked back into the house. Once again, leaving Ariadne to think; what the fu-

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He had disappeared since the afternoon porch theatrics. She knew that he was acting. Acting like everything was fine- or more than fine- so that he could avoid talking about the night before. But she wasn't going to let him fake his way out of the conversation. She was determined to talk to him about it. After all, she was stubborn.

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Late that evening, she found him sitting on the sand near the ocean shore. She sighed as she walked towards him. Her head running through the plan she had devised over and over- repeating it so that it became second nature.

"Cobb?" She asked, her voice strong. That was the first step to get his attention.

He turned his head to her, quickly grinned and said "Yes, its me." He laughed shortly and Ariadne realized that he was still playing his little game.

"I have been looking for you all day." He said to her when she sat next to him.

"Have you?" she asked, her eyes widening. She knew it was a lie. She had been searching for him.

"Yes. I have to admit, I got a little worried." He took a deep breath as he spoke.

"Well, I am worried." Ariadne took the chance to start confronting him.

"Why is that?" He asked softly, his eyes turning away from hers.

"Why are you acting like this?" She questioned him directly. No more games. She wanted the truth out of him. When he didn't respond, she raised her voice and asked "Is it because you don't want to face the truth?"

"What truth?"

"Last night, Dom." She answered sharply.

He shrugged his shoulders once at her and spoke in a light voice "Nothing happened last night, Ariadne."

She held in her sudden desire to gasp from shock. She stared at him, watching him stand up onto his feet and walk towards the ocean. "Dom-" she started, getting up and following him.

"Dom, I swear that this is the last time you are walking away from me!" She couldn't help but shout. He was standing on the brim of the shore. His bare feet partly in the water and partly in the sand.

"You are not a coward, Cobb. Just turn around and talk to me." She lowered her voice, her lips flaring from anger. Did he seriously believe that he was going to avoid the situation that easily?

He continued to look at the water, his back to her as he explained "I am trying to help you, Ariadne."

"Help me?" Ariadne asked, her voice heightening as she asked the question. "Help me with what exactly?"

"Ariadne-"

"Help me with what?" She snapped at him, her voice loud and her eyes wide with dander.

He turned to her just then, his expression emotionless as he said "The faster you forget, the faster you will heal."

She rolled her eyes at him and asked, without thinking, "What if I don't want to forget?" He narrowed his eyes, watching her face suddenly turn heavy with shock.

"Then I hope you enjoy disappointment." He whispered to her, his voice stiff. He turned his back to her and watched the ocean waves crashing against his feet.

She was in disbelief. He was the one that had kissed her. He was the one to blame in all of this and now he was turning his back to her, like a coward. Or even worse, like a five year old child who was caught doing something bad. This was the adult version of time out, she realized.

"You are a coward, Dom." She spoke the statement harshly and continued in the same tenor "Do I honestly have to remind you that you kissed me? You are the one that kissed me! And then you stopped out of-!"

"Yes, I stopped." He spoke the words bluntly, making Ariadne take a step back in surprise.

"Why did you?" She asked, her voice curious and more soft.

He turned around to her again, his lips parting as he mumbled "Because then I wouldn't have been able to stop."

She scoffed in that instant and screamed at him "Why would you think that I wanted you to stop?" She took a deep breath in and calmed herself down. God, this was embarrassing. She was basically telling him how much she actually wanted him. This had to be a dream, right? A dream within a dream even, within Limbo? She would have never been brave enough to tell him in real life.

"Ariande-" he paused, trying to figure out the best way to explain this to her.

She pushed her lips onto his and kissed him as lustfully as he would allow her to. She wrapped her arms around him, pushing her body onto his as she tried to part his lips with her tongue. "Ariadne..." he was able to muster, his hands pushing her body slightly away from his.

"Dom" she whispered, grabbing him again and placing his hands underneath the shirt he was wearing.

"We can't-" He whispered against her, his lips finding their way to her neck.

"We can." She smiled at him, her left hand running through his thick hair. And when she placed her lips onto his again. This time, he let her slide her tongue into his mouth, his own tongue grazing the edges of hers.

She knew why he didn't want to do this with her. In his mind, he was taking away her innocence, her purity, in all essence- her virginity. But she wanted to give herself to him, she wanted him to be her first. In all essence, she was ready.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT)

As they kissed, his hands roamed her body, his fingers playing with the bottom of her blouse. She smiled against his lips, his hands pulling at the white top and pushing it over her head. He looked down at her, her black bra covering her humble chest.

He raised his hands carefully over the scar on her stomach and cupped her breasts for a moment, before brushing his hands towards her back. She moaned at his touch, his hands were incredible on her, experienced was the correct word.

She tugged on his shirt, despising the realization that he still had it on. Her hands pushed the shirt upwards, his arms raising as he helped her push it off. She stared at him for a second, her lips quickly kissing his chest. He closed his eyes at the contact, suddenly aware that this was Ariadne. The pure and innocent and-

"Fuck" he growled when one of her hands grabbed him through the clothed area of his front. He opened his eyes and watched her bend down onto the sand in front of him. Well, maybe she wasn't as innocent as he thought.

She smirked up at him and asked "Do you still need help removing your pants?" She giggled shortly as she unhooked the button and pushed down the zipper. She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist and slide the pants slowly down to his thighs.

Her eyes lurked on his black boxer shorts for a quick second before she pulled them down to his thighs as well. Her eyes cautiously staring at him. God, he was beautiful. Every single part of him was. "Ariadne," his voice was soft, but in reality he ached for her mouth on him.

She wrapped her fingers around him gently, pushing him into her mouth. He gasped at the sensation, her tongue running along his length. He allowed his fingers to grip her hair as her tongue teased him. Her mouth claiming him as she let her teeth graze him softly. He moaned her name and decided that it was his time to please her.

He removed himself from her mouth and pushed her down onto the sand, the waves hitting her half clothed frame. He ran his tongue down her chest, his fingers quickly undoing the strap of her bra. It fell off her completely, allowing him to look at her as his fingers found the zipper on her own pants. He pushed it down and rolled them off her legs completely. Leaving her only in her black underwear.

Dom bent down towards the tip and ran his tongue across her waist line, sending a slight shiver up her back. Or maybe that was one of the waves meeting her back? No. It had to be Cobb. It was always Cobb.

He pulled her underwear down her body as well, leaning himself completely over her, his own pants completely sliding off his body. He placed a single finger between her thighs, searching for her centre. He had to take it slow with her. "Please," she breathed out, her body was aching for him. He had to stop teasing her sides.

He placed a quick finger into her, finding a slow and steady pace as he reached upwards and kissed her lips. It wasn't long before she was panting and pleading for more. He placed another finger into her, his wounded knuckles stretching. But he held in the pain, this was all about her. He wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to make her feel better than good.

"Dom," she shouted, her head spinning. "Please-" she begged him again and he chuckled lowly against her bare neck. He quickened his pace and took the moment to look at her. She was so beautiful. Everything that he had ever imagined her to be.

"You have to be patient." He rasped as he placed small kisses down her stomach, removing his fingers from her.

He spread her legs slowly with his hands, his body moving more into the ocean as he moved himself backward. He placed his mouth on her quickly, shocking her to the very core. He dipped his tongue into her, making her scream in pleasure. "Fuck" she echoed him, growling as she held onto his shoulders for support.

He took one last taste from her and lifted himself upwards, a larger wave splashing over their intertwined bodies. He bent down and kissed her widely, he grinded against her as she wrapped her hands around him, digging her fingernails onto him.

"Dom?" She asked softly, her voice low. And with that, he knew what she was asking from him. He kissed her once more, biting her bottom lip with his teeth and pushed himself into her. She gasped at the sudden connection and held onto his back as he moved himself within her.

Within moments, she was begging him to go faster and he obeyed her every command. Kissing her and holding her in all the places she would shiver from his touch. She grunted against him and he let out a soft moan, his entire body heating up.

Another wave crashed against the pair, their bodies riding each other wildly for time on end. Until finally she felt herself climax. She screamed his name, over and over from the powerful sensation.

It wasn't until morning that they stopped being intimate. He just couldn't let go of her. And if he had to be honest, he didn't want to let go of her... not yet, anyway.

Authors Note:

Wow, this chapter was 'fun' to write LOL

But where there's fun, there's no where to go but... you know the rest :P

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