Woo! Update! I really wanted to get something in before I have to write an English paper, so I managed to get this chapter out. It's super long. I couldn't stop writing though, things kept flowing. I had to force myself to stop writing. Anyways, thank you all for your wonderful reviews and for keeping up with this story. It means a lot to me. This chapter gets so dramatic, but I hope you enjoy it. Things will get bad at times, and there will be many twists and turns in the story, I already have a specific twist in mind, so hopefully that will be revealed soon. Anywho, read and review this chapter! I put a lot of hard work into it! :D

P.S. I still don't own Inception...not even on DVD...I have to wait for that! GRR!


Three days with Eames felt like an eternity. Arthur was starting to get extremely annoyed with his childish antics and constant innuendos. Arthur tried his hardest not to punch him, but every time he wanted to James and Philippa happened to be around.

He did that on purpose. Arthur thought angrily. He knew that Eames did it while the kids were around because he knew Arthur wouldn't dare show violence in front of them.

Arthur needed to find a way to release his anger and frustration, but he couldn't seem to get away from Eames. Finally fed up with everything, he quickly made his way out of the house, going for a quiet walk in the Italian countryside.

Ariadne had noticed that Arthur was starting to get irritated with Eames and she wanted to prevent an outburst, but knowing the two, it was unlikely that it could be avoided. She was proud of him though. He had managed to not knock Eames senseless, even though she could see it in his features that he wanted to.

When Arthur stood up suddenly and rushed up the stairs Ariadne sighed. She knew that he had to get away and the only way to do that was to leave the house. She was worried about that. They were to never leave the house alone, especially if they didn't know if they were followed or not. Deciding she didn't want him to do something stupid or let him wander off alone, she quickly followed him, shooting Eames a disapproving glance before slamming the door.

Ariadne looked around for Arthur, half expecting him to be too far gone for her to find him, but as she looked into the yard she saw him. He was sitting on the swings slowly swinging back and forth. Ariadne smiled and walked over to him. She placed her hand gently on his shoulder and waited patiently for him to speak.

Arthur tensed when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he almost turned around and punched the person, thinking it was Eames, but the hand was much smaller than the forger's and immediately he knew it was Ariadne. He expected her to come out, in fact he waited for her, he was just too lost in his thoughts to hear her soft footsteps come up to him.

The silence was peaceful, but Ariadne wanted Arthur to talk, and he sensed that. Placing his hand over hers, he squeezed it lightly. She took this as reassurance and sat in the swing next to him. He turned to her and saw the expectant look on her face.

"I'm sorry I stormed off." He finally said, not really knowing where to start.

"It's ok. Eames really has been a pain lately." Ariadne replied and smiled softly.

"I know, but I don't want to let my emotions take control, especially when we're in such a dangerous position. I have to stay alert and focused, but if I'm not focused for one second, anything can happen." Arthur explained. Ariadne raised her brows and he furrowed his.

"Arthur, it's ok to show emotions. Getting angry is human. And you're not the only one looking out for the team, everyone is looking out for each other." Ariadne reasoned.

"Yes, but I've been here with Eames for three days and already it feels like hell." Arthur grunted. Ariadne chuckled. She had to admit Eames was starting to get out of hand with his risqué comments.

"Eames just likes to mess with you." Ariadne replied.

Arthur shook his head. He already knew that, but when it involved sexual comments about him and Ariadne it changed things. Eames had no right to say anything or suggest anything, and yet he did. Arthur thought back to the previous night.

Dom had just walked out of the room, taking James and Philippa to their bedroom to tuck them in and read a bedtime story. Yusuf, tired and uninterested in what was going on, decided to head to bed early. That left Eames, Arthur, and Ariadne.

Eames turned to the young couple and grinned. Arthur raised his brows and tensed, knowing where Eames was going to take this conversation.

"I'm surprised you two aren't going at it like bunnies. You are newlyweds after all, and isn't that all they ever do?" Eames questioned. Ariadne blushed and looked down, her purple scarf suddenly a lot more interesting than Eames. Arthur scowled.

"Eames, that really is none of your business." Arthur sneered. Ariadne quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it, throwing him a warning glance. Arthur shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to raise his voice and cause the children to question what was going on.

"Ah, but Darling, it is. You see, I'm in the room next to yours. So whatever happens next door I can hear." Eames smirked.

Arthur clenched his teeth and inhaled deeply. "Shut up Eames."

Eames chuckled and stood up. He stretched his arms up and yawned. He looked down at the couple and grinned.

"Well I'm going to get some shut eye. Try to keep things down for me will you? I would really like to have a full night's rest, but with you're constant noises I might not be able to." Eames walked to his room and turned around quickly, winking at them. He closed the door and left Arthur fuming. Ariadne shook her head and sighed.

"Arthur, calm down. Don't let him get to you."

"Let's go to bed." Arthur avoided answering her and helped her up, leading her to their room. He closed the door softly and started to get undressed. Ariadne sat on the bed and watched, admiring his every move.

His hands slowly undid his red tie, carefully removing it and folding it before putting it in his suitcase. Next he undid his vest, also carefully removing it before folding it and setting it aside. Ariadne watched in awe as he popped the buttons off slowly and gracefully. Not a single beat was skipped in between buttons. As he slid his shirt off, Arthur was unaware of Ariadne's eyes sweeping over his toned form.

He turned around and caught her gaze, which she quickly tore away from him. He grinned knowing that he had caught her in the act of checking him out. Ariadne looked up shyly and noticed that he was now staring at her. She flushed deep red, but still held his gaze. Arthur walked over to her slowly, forgetting about his discarded shirt and vest left on the small chair.

Ariadne gasped inwardly as he made his way towards her. Her heart began to race as he leaned forward and slowly began to kiss her. She smiled into the kiss, knowing it couldn't get better than this, but she was wrong. The soft, gentle kiss soon became urgent and full of want and need. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him closer.

Feeling her tug on him, he slowly lowered her onto the bed, careful not to let his weight crush her. He slowly slid his hands up her body, resting them just below her waist. She flinched at his touch and he stopped moving, looking at her curiously. She shook her head and pulled him back, crushing her lips to his in a swift motion. Her hands soon moved from his hair to his chest.

Arthur's hands began inching their way up, slowly and cautiously sliding under her shirt. Ariadne let out a yelp and Arthur pulled back, staring at her with concern. She just began to giggle loudly. Arthur, still confused, continued to stare at her.

"I'm ticklish." She gasped in between laughs. Arthur grinned and began to tickle her. Her laughs got louder and louder. Arthur had to tell her to be quiet, but that didn't do any good.

Suddenly they heard a pounding against the wall.

"Would you two love birds keep it down in there? Some of us are trying to sleep! Your moaning and giggling is too loud!" Eames shouted from his room. Arthur furiously stood up and was about to barge into Eames' room when Ariadne pulled on his arm. He looked at her and his gaze softened. She silently begged him not to go. He nodded and made his way back to the bed. Lying down next to her he pulled her close to him and rested his chin on top of her head. She smiled and began to rub his chest.

"You know, you shouldn't wear a shirt more often." She quietly told him. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh. You have a nice body. And I'd like to admire it more often." She shyly responded.

"Well I think the same about you." Arthur quipped. Ariadne giggled and closed her eyes.

"We haven't even done anything beyond kissing." She told him; ignoring the butterflies she felt when she thought about them going beyond that.

"If you weren't so ticklish maybe we could do more." Arthur teased. Ariadne frowned and looked at him.

"It's not my fault! I can't control whether or not I'm ticklish." She defended. "Besides, we don't need to rush anything." She added quietly.

He looked at her, hiding his confusion and hurt. That didn't stop her from catching the look of hurt in his eyes.

"It's not that I don't want to. I do. I really, REALLY do. I'm just…scared." She whispered, avoiding eye contact.

He sat up straighter. "Scared? Why?" He asked, pulling her up and looking into her eyes.

She looked down and answered, "Because I've never done…you know…it…before."

Arthur nodded and watched her carefully. He figured she had boyfriends, in fact she told him that she did, but he didn't realize that she was afraid because she'd never slept with a guy before. He didn't mind though, in fact he was proud to say that she would have been his and only his.

A tinge of regret and guilt hit him quickly. If only he could say the same for her. Unfortunately being on the job he would get lonely and at times would spend the night with a woman he'd met at the bar. He sighed inwardly, not wanting to head down that road, but knowing they would have to now that it was brought up.

"It's ok Ari. You don't need to be afraid." He tried comforting her.

"But I know nothing. And you…you probably have had plenty of experience. I just don't want to be compared to them." She answered, her voice quivering.

"Hey, hey. Look at me. You will never ever be compared to any of them. You know why?" He gently grabbed her chin and brought her eyes to meet his. She sniffled and looked at him, shaking her head slightly in response to his question.

"Because you, Ariadne, are the only woman to ever have a special place in my heart. You are the only woman to mean anything to me." He told her. She smiled and a tear rolled down her face.

"But…"

Arthur quickly placed his finger on top of her lips, quieting her. He shook his head.

"I wish I could give all of me to you, but I can't, what's done is done. However, I do want you to know that from now on I am only yours. Don't forget that." He told her, leaning forward and kissing her gently. Tears were now rolling down Ariadne's face freely. Arthur, pulling away from the kiss to cradle Ariadne's face, gently wiped away her tears.

"I love you Arthur." Ariadne whispered the words Arthur had never in his lifetime expected to hear from someone so genuinely. Not only was he taken aback by this proclamation, but he realized that he never before had felt those feelings for someone in return. That is, until now.

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "I love you too." He replied, and he sincerely meant it with all of his heart.

Their quiet little moment was ruined ever so rudely by Eames.

"Well isn't that the cutest thing I have ever seen. I was wondering why you guys quieted down and decided I better check up on you. I wanted to make sure Arthur didn't kill you or something." Eames teased rather crudely.

Arthur stood up quickly and made his way to Eames. The Forger didn't so much as even flinch as Arthur got up into his face.

"Get out!" Arthur sneered angrily. Eames just grinned widely and turned around. Arthur slammed the door after Eames left and stood in front of it, clenching his fists and breathing heavily.

Ariadne watched wide-eyed. She was also angry and irritated, but obviously not as much as Arthur was. She sighed and stood up, not bothering to fix her half unbuttoned blouse. She walked over to Arthur and placed a soothing hand on his back. She noticed he stiffened at the contact, but he quickly relaxed.

"Come to bed." Ariadne told him, guiding him to the bed. He nodded and took off his pants, quickly changing into pajama bottoms and sliding into bed. Ariadne changed into her pajamas as Arthur pulled the covers up. Arthur watched her undress and dress herself quickly. His eyes slowly becoming heavier and heavier. Soon he was asleep, he didn't even feel Ariadne join him in bed and snuggle into him.

Arthur woke up the next morning feeling slightly better than he did last night. He was calmer, but he couldn't help but feel angry for the rude interruption and intrusion by Eames. Arthur and Ariadne were having a private moment and Eames decided it was ok to just barge into their room and disrupt the delicate moment.

Quickly getting out of bed, Arthur pulled out some clothes for the day. He decided to go a little more causal. He pulled out a pair of khaki pants, a dark blue button up shirt, and a brown leather jacket. He was too occupied with getting dressed that he didn't hear Ariadne sneak up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and he jumped. She giggled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him when he turned around.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. She buried her head in his chest, hoping that he would relax more today.

"I'm going to make us some breakfast. You go ahead and get ready." Arthur said into her hair. She nodded and kissed him again.

"Stay out of trouble." She warned, walking to her bag and digging out some clothes. Arthur smiled when he saw her pull out a light blue shirt with a navy blue scarf and a pair of khaki pants. She even had a dark brown blazer in her bag. She didn't pull it out however and he shook his head. Here they were already matching. She noticed him shaking his head and tilted her head sideways.

"What?"

Arthur laughed. "We're already starting to wear matching clothes."

Ariadne looked at the clothes in her hand and looked over Arthur's apparel. She laughed and shook her head.

"We're going to be one of those couples huh?"

Arthur just chuckled and made his way to the kitchen. He began frying eggs, making pancakes, and sizzling bacon. He was so busy cooking he didn't hear James and Philippa make their way into the kitchen.

"Uncle Artie! I want some!" James begged as he stood on his tippy toes, trying to see what Arthur was cooking. Arthur chuckled and nodded.

"Ok. Do you want some too Philippa?" Arthur asked and looked at her. She nodded and watched as Eames strutted into the kitchen, an apple in hand.

"Sorry about last night love. I didn't mean to interrupt. Hope I didn't completely ruin it for you."

Arthur shot a look at James and Philippa, not wanting them to ask questions, but they were preoccupied with a coloring book to pay attention to what Eames was saying.

"Eames, don't." Arthur warned. Ariadne walked into the kitchen, a worried expression on her face. She watched as Eames continued to give Arthur a hard time and frowned when she saw Arthur clench his fists and turn off the stove. He quickly made a plate for James, Philippa, and Ariadne before making his way out of the house.

Eames stood there, shocked and feeling slightly guilty. When Ariadne glared at him and walked up to him, he knew that he shouldn't have gone so far.

"My gosh Eames! Have you no sensitivity or respect?" Ariadne hissed as she quickly followed Arthur. Eames watched as she made her way out and turned to look at the children who were happily eating their food.

"I'm a pain in the arse." He said to himself.

"I know Eames likes to mess with me, however I'm getting extremely tired of him implying things about us and joking about us. It's none of his damn business!" Arthur told her. His jaw locking as he looked away from her.

Ariadne nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"I just, I don't want him to talk about us in that way. It's not respectful to you, and it is certainly not appropriate in front of James and Philippa. If he's going to be such a pain in my…"

"Uncle Artie! Auntie Ari! We're waiting for you!" James called to them from the door.

"Alright, we'll be in soon. Just give us time. We need to talk ok?" Arthur replied back. James nodded and closed the door.

"Just, try to ignore him. I will admit he is getting annoying, but it's just Eames. Now let's go have breakfast and enjoy time together." Ariadne told him. She held her hand out for him and he laced their fingers together, following her into the house.

As they were walking to the house they thought they saw someone run behind the trees. Arthur pulled out his gun and looked around.

"Go inside." He told her urgently.

"Not without you." She replied defiantly.

"Go!" Arthur urged.

"Arthur, I'm not going without you!" She argued. He sighed and followed her to the door, cautiously looking around. With no sign of a person, he walked inside and closed the door, locking both the doorknob and deadbolt.

"Who was that? Was there anyone even there?" Ariadne breathlessly asked.

"I don't know, but we better warn Dom." Arthur replied and ushered her downstairs. Dom was already waiting for them expectantly.

"Dom, we need to talk." Arthur told him urgently.

"Alright, but Eames has something to say first." Dom informed them as Eames walked out.

"Arthur darling, I believe I owe you an apology. You know I'm just pulling your leg right?" Eames looked at Arthur expectantly. Arthur sighed and nodded.

"Apology accepted, however you need to stop with your risqué comments and jokes."

Eames nodded and turned to Ariadne. "My dear, I owe you an apology too. It was unkind of me to embarrass you like that, and what you and Arthur do or don't do is none of my business. You two are my friends and colleagues. I don't want to cause any kind of rift between us." Eames told her earnestly. She smiled and walked up to him, giving him a hug.

"I know Eames. You just need to calm down a little." She said and glanced at Arthur.

"Dom, we may have a problem." Arthur cut in.

Dom's head snapped up. "What?"

"While Ari and I were outside we thought we saw someone run into one of the trees, I looked around while we made our way in, but didn't see anyone."

Dom anxiously looked at his kids. He didn't want them to be in danger. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Alright, we'll need to keep security extra tight for the next few days. No one leaves without someone knowing and no one goes alone. Understood?" Dom ordered and watched his friends.

They all nodded. "I'll tell Yusuf." Eames left and knocked on the chemist's door.

"Alright, I'll have Eames take the first shift tonight. He'll be upstairs on guard." Dom told Arthur and Ariadne.

Later that night Arthur and Ariadne were in their room, holding each other. They were both thinking about what could happen and all of the different possibilities that were looming above their heads. If they indeed saw someone, all of them were at risk.

"Arthur." Ariadne said.

"Yes?"

"If we are in trouble, we need to make sure Dom and his children get out of here safe. That's all that matters right now." She whispered.

"You need to be safe too." He replied.

"Promise me Arthur. Promise me them first." She looked him in the eyes.

Arthur hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the pleading in her eyes he nodded. He knew that this was a big thing she was asking of him. He wanted to keep her safe above all else.

"Alright, but once we know they're safe, we're going to get you somewhere safe." Arthur told her forcefully. She nodded and grabbed onto him. Not wanting to let go. He pulled her closer, wanting to protect her and keep her from harm's way. She urgently kissed him.

He was both shocked and pleased with this sudden movement. He gave in to her and began kissing her with as much passion as she was kissing him. Soon enough Arthur was hovering above her. Their kissing still heated and passionate. It was filled with urgency, need, want, fear, and love. Arthur pulled back quickly and Ariadne pouted.

"Wait." Arthur breathed heavily. He quickly got up and locked the door, not wanting any rude interruptions. Ariadne pulled him back on the bed when he made his way back, resuming their heated make out session.

Hands began wandering and Arthur slowly tugged on Ariadne's shirt. She grunted as she struggled with the buttons of his shirt. Arthur chuckled and helped her, as soon as his shirt was off, he began working on hers. Within minutes their clothes were removed, and so began the night of two lovers, being half of a whole.

Ariadne and Arthur were holding each other tightly. They were desperate for things to stay just like they were. They never wanted to let go of each other.

Ariadne hoped that everything would be ok. That she would be able to spend the rest of her life with Arthur safely. To raise a family with him. To grow old with him. But as she heard gunshots above, she knew that things were about to get worse, much worse.

Arthur and Ariadne quickly got dressed and made their way to Dom's room. They found Dom and the children packed and ready to escape.

"Arthur, we're going to take the escape route and meet at our other rendezvous spot. Once we're safely away and sure that no one's followed us, I'll call you. Be sure to have Eames and Yusuf meet us there too. Be careful." Dom quickly told them before picking up his children and dragging their bags.

Arthur and Ariadne watched as Dom left. Arthur's head snapped up when he heard more gunshots and yelling.

"I better go help Eames." Arthur quickly pulled out his gun and began walking upstairs.

"Arthur no!" Ariadne pulled on his arm. Arthur turned to her and pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Stay here and be safe. There's an extra gun in my bag. Get it and stay in the room. I'll come and get you when it's safe." He urgently told her. She nodded, tears falling freely down her face. He kissed her one last time before heading upstairs.

Ariadne rushed to the room and pulled the gun out of Arthur's bag, hiding behind the bed. She sat there crying, until she heard the door creak open. She dared a peek over the bed to find three men looking around. She held in a gasp when she saw them, but unfortunately for her they saw her.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." One of the men replied. Ariadne screamed and shot at them.

She hit two of the men, killing them instantly. However, the third man dodged the bullets and kicked the gun out of her hand, grabbing her wrist he yanked her onto the bed.

"Now that's not very nice. Those were my friends." His deep voiced boomed in her ears.

"Let me go." She whimpered.

"Not until we do what I want." He grinned wickedly. She began struggling to get away from him, but to know use.

"Arthur!" She screamed.

"Arthur? I'm afraid he won't be helping you." The man told her as he shoved her flat on her back.

She squirmed and screamed again. The man pulled out a knife and held it to her neck.

"Shut up!"

She stopped squirming and silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She was bruising around the wrists and her shirt was torn. There was a small line across her collarbone from the knife. Just as she thought he was about to do something awful to her she heard a gunshot and the man fell to the ground. She screamed and sobbed loudly. Arthur rushed into the room and held her shaking body.

"Shh! I'm here."

Ariadne clung onto him, fear overtaking her and she passed out.

Hmmm...so what do you think? Nice ending huh? haha...review and let me know what you think...more drama, more fluff...I need to know what you guys like and don't like. Personally I think we all need to read a little drama...so I threw in some for you...review please!