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Eames watched Arthur at his desk.

I am one sexy looking bloke. He thought to himself. He knew he was going to win. No doubt about it. He yawned and walked over to Ariadne's desk and sat on it suductivly. Ariadne looked up and looked at him confused.

"Hey babe." he said in Arthur's voice.

"Um...hey?" she replied.

"So...wanna do something tonight?" he asked, winking. She looked up at him and gave him a frustrated look.

"Not really." Eames was confused. If it was any other girl, he would have won by now.

"Why?" he asked. Ariadne sighed and put down her pencil.

"Because, Arthur, you've been acting different recently."

"In what way?"

"Well you're not as nice, you've been trying to feel me up and you won't leave me alone."

Eames sighed in frustration. All he wanted was one kiss. Was that so hard to get?

He sighed and leaned over. He grabbed Ariadne's arm and pulled her closer. His face was met by her hand. He fell back and rubbed his cheek.

"OW!" he yelled. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Ariadne's cheeks were red in anger.

"That's for making a move on me! What's happened to you Arthur?"

Arthur was at his desk, feeling uncomfortable in Eame's body.

"OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

His head snapped up and leaned over so he could see into Ariadne's office.

"That's for making a move on me! What's happened to you Arthur?" Son of a bitch. He jumped up out of his seat and half walked- half ran into her office. He was met by Eames, who stormed out of her office in anger. Arthur looked into her office to see Ariadne angry and clutching her arm. Arthur walked in and looked at her.

"Now's not the time Eames. " Arthur started to hurt whenever she called him that.

"Are you alright?" he asked, reaching for her hand. She just pulled it away.

"No. Arthur's a jerk." Arthur could feel his heart sink. Ariadne was close to hating him, and it wasn't even himself. Arthur sighed.

"Ariadne. I'm...Arthur."

Ariadne looked up at him. Her face was a mixture of confusion and anger.

"I know it's stupid, but...I'm not Eames. It's me Arthur. Eames is me. God, it doesn't make any sense saying it aloud, but it's me. We somehow...switched. I'm Eames and Eames is me. I promise you, it's not me pulling the moves on you. It's him. " He looked at Ariadne. She was...laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked, slightly angry. Ariadne couldn't contain herself.

"Because...Eames is the one person you hate the most!" she laughed. "Of all the people to switch bodies with!"

"You mean...you believe me?" he asked.

"Of course I do! Of course Eames would be the one pulling the moves! Of course you would be a gentleman and buy me flowers!" she smiled. Suddenly her smile was wiped off her face. Her cheeks turned pink, and Arthur knew she was thinking about what she said to him the other day. Arthur smiled and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his loaded die. He reached his hand out to show her that it definatly was him. Her cheeks went pinker.

"Ariadne, Eames placed a bet with me." he said, feeling a little embarassed.

"What type of bet?" she asked. Arthur cleared his throat.

"Who ever could kiss you first in the other's body won." he said. Ariadne smiled. "I'm not gonna ask you to kiss me." he continued. "I want to wait until I'm back in my body. I want it to be me to kiss you. Screw the bet." he smiled.

"When will that be?" Ariadne asked. Arthur shuffled Eames's feet.

"I'm not entirely sure." he said. "We'll just have to wait and see."