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Ariadne's head was leaning on her wrist. She couldn't believe that she openly admitted to Eames (or as she now knew was Arthur), that she liked him. How stupid did she sound?

Of course he doesn't like me. She thought. We're 2 compleatly different people. He's sophisticated, smart, well known. I'm just average, he could like any other girl.

She sighed and let her head fall to her hands.

"Ariadne?"

She swung around in her chair and looked at the doorway. It was Arthur. She was about to open her mouth, but then she remembered. It was Eames. He looked her her and smirked. She never felt uncomfortable around Eames, but now he was in Arthur's body. She looked over to the real Arthur in the other room. He was focused on his work, not facing them.

"You alright darling?" he asked. Did he know that she knew?

"Yes. You?" she asked politely. He nodded.

"I got my research done." he added. Ariadne realised that he wasn't aware that he knew. An evil smile flashed across her face and she had an idea. She stood up and made her way across the room, shutting the door to avoid sight with the real Arthur.

She slid over to Eames, who looked slightly happy. He straightened Arthur's tie and stood straight. Ariadne walked closer. She slid her hand up his arm, and grabbed his tie with the other hand. She leaned in closer to his face, when she realised that he was breathing heavily. She leaned her head in closer, until their lips were a centimetre apart. She could see Eames smiling under his breath, believing he had won.

"Arthur, I'm sorry about the other day..." she whispered seductively. She leaned in closer, and felt Eames reach around her waist.

"It's alright." he smirked. She reached her leg and wrapped it around his. Eames leaned in and was just about it kiss her, when Ariadne brought her knee up to Eames's crouch. He cried out in pain and collapsed onto the floor.

"Eames, you asshole!" she said with a smile.

"What the hell? You could have just told me you knew instead of destroying my precious goods! " he cried. At that moment, Arthur appeared at the door. He took one look at Eames on the floor and laughed. Eames stood up and grabbed onto the table for support. He let a smile spread across his face.

"Acually..." he smiled "...it's not MY goods I need to be worried about."

Arthur wiped the smile off his face, realising that even though Ariadne kicked Eames in the balls...it was his body.

Ariadne realised this too, and felt her face go red. Eames turned to Arthur, angry.

"Serves you right for telling her." he said.

"I'm glad I did. Now we can drop the stupid bet." Arthur said, smoothing out Eames's shirt.

"Well we can drop the bet all you want, but it doesn't solve our little problem."

Silence filled the room. It was akward for a moment, until they heard Yusuf's voice call out.

"Ariadne?" he yelled. "Can you come and teach me the dream?" Ariadne looked at both of the men, and walked out. Arthur sighed and collapsed into a chair, followed by Eames.

"What are we going to do Eames?" Arthur asked. Eames shrugged.

"I'm not sure." he said "I think we have to just wait and see." Arthur sighed again, this time with more desperation.

"Eames?" Eames looked up at Arthur.

"If it's any consolation...that blonde?" Eames smiled. Arthur laughed. "Good going." he added with a smirk. "You have good taste in women."

Eames leaned back in the chair and laughed. "Thanks. If it's any consolation, you have...good taste in fine clothing." Arthur laughed akwardly.

"Thanks?" he smiled. There was a moment of silence until Eames stood up, pushing the chair back.

"Well, I'm off. See you tomorrow." he added, with a small wave.

Arthur said nothing, but waved back. Eames always got on his nerves, but he was a good person. Arthur looked around, checking that he hadn't said it aloud. He smiled to himself and walked to his desk.