I would just like to say- at this point in time, no, Arthur and Ariadne are NOT together.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception. Christopher Nolan has that good fortune.
Ariadne sat at her desk, fiddling with a pencil. Why were Eames and Arthur acting so strange all of a sudden. Arthur was acting wild and flirty, while Eames was quiet and subdued. It was like they had swapped places.
"Ariadne?" She turned around and saw Eames standing in the doorway. He looked different, more put-together, smarter. He gave her a small smile.
"Yeah?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to do something after work?" She looked confused. Was Eames asking her out?
"What...like a date?" Eames suddenly went shy. His head went down down, and his feet inched together.
"Yeah...I mean...if you want?" he asked, hopeful. Ariadne didn't know what to say. Eames? She never gave the impression that she liked him. She didn't. She was aiming more towards Arthur.
"Wow. Eames. I don't know what to say, I mean...I didn't even know you...liked me?" Eames cleared his throat.
"Well yeah. For sometime now." Ariadne blushed. This must have been the reason behind the flowers. She stood up and walked over to him.
"Eames, I like you...just not in that way. I mean...I thought it was pretty clear that I liked someone else..." she said. She felt slightly embarrised. He looked up at her, with an expression that she could not quite describe.
"Who?" he asked. His voice quiet.
She cleared her throat. Why would she tell Eames? She opened her mouth to take back what she just said, but something in his eyes made her blurt it out.
"Arthur." she said, instantly regretting it. Her hand flew to her mouth, and Eames laughed. Why was he laughing? She suddenly felt angry.
"What's so funny?" she asked, annoyed. Eames just looked at her.
"Nothing." he said smiling. He started to make his way out of the room, but was stopped when Ariadne grabbed his sleeve. She had a pleading look on her face.
"Don't say anything." she begged. He shook his head.
"Don't worry." he said smiling. With that, he left the room. Ariadne was left feeling stupid and embarrised.
Eames looked up to see Arthur walking in to the room. He was laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"What?" he asked.
"It's over Eames." Arthur said, smiling. Eames lifted his legs from the table and gave him an amused smirk.
"Why? Did you kiss her?" he asked. Arthur shook his head.
"She just said she liked me." Eames gave him a confused look.
"So she didn't kiss you?"
"No, but surely I've won?"
"Why the bloody hell would you win?" Arthur looked at him with a slightly angry face.
"You can't be serious?" he asked. "She just said she liked me. Thats worth way more than a kiss." Eames just laughed.
". Sorry but the bets not over, until one of us get's a kiss." Arthur sighed and threw his hands into the air. He walked out of the room in frustration. Eames was left alone, laughing to himself. He stood up and straightened Arthur's tie.
"Time to win this bet." he muttered to himself, slyly.