Chapter 23!

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A/N1: OMG. I changed my hair color. It's violet now! Not all my hair, just a few parts :P My weekend was soooo boring. Yesterday was the "Happy daddy's day" So that made my weekend a little bit less boring. And I was on bed (We're in almost winter) and it was so cold, and I started to do some zaping on my tv. And guess what? I saw "Extreme close up" on E! with Leo D, and I was like "OMG, I have to update now!" And here I am.

Ok, I get it. I have to stop. Maybe you don't care about this, but you know why? I had to do it I couldn't help but do it.

I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION, SADLY. BUT MAYBE THAT CAN CHANGE THAT IF CHRIS NOLAN DIVORCE HIS WIFE, I MARRIED HIM, AND I CONVINCE HIM TO DO A SEQUEL. YEAH, THAT WAS WEIRD... SO WEIRD. I HAVE MORE WEIRD THINGS TO TALK ABOUT AT THE END. SORRY.

"Paris, what's wrong sweetie?"

Dom was sitting beside his daughter. After several days, she started crying in the nights, with no reason. Ariadne took him to the doctor, but they said she was ok, at least her health was ok. But she knew something was happening to her daughter.

"Nothing"

"Do yo want to talk about it with mum?"

The little girl nodded, and ran to her mother's arms. Ariadne sat over the couch with the little girl over her lap.

"What is going on, my princess?"

"I miss Philli. Where is she?"

Ariadne knew her husband was listening behind the door. He was as worried as she was.

"Well, we talked about it, remember? She went to study, but she will come soon"

"And why uncle Arthur and uncle Eames don't come? They are with her?"

"Because they are working. Everything is going to be ok, I promise. Do you want to cook some cookies with me?"

The little one smiled at her mother and ran to the kitchen, forgetting everything she was sad before.

"She's missing her sister"

Dom looked at the garden outside. The red roses Phillipa used to take care when she was in home were dying. It was like everything about his daughter was dissapearing. He missed her laughs, her hugs, the way she used to cook cookies for him...

"Maybe, we should go to France"

"You are the Point Man Arthie, do a deep research and try to find this out. I don't think that about Anne, but we know this business. For me, I should be back to my place. Oh, I almost forget it. Did you call Dom?"

"Why?"

Eames shaked his head, and throw his cigarette. "Well, it's been a while. And the man would want to know about his daughter"

Arthur thought about it. It had been a long time since he and Dom spoke.

"I'll call him. Are you going to call Smith?"

"Not sure. Is a delicious offer, but I have to think about it. You?"

"You know I'm out of this"

"Whatever, darling. Don't keep her busy"

"Eames!"

The Point Man blushed into a red pink, and the Forger laughed at him. But when he closed the door, she saw her, standing over her door.

"Philli-"

"Don't call him"

"He has the right to know how are you. I promissed him to call him"

She walked and kissed him on the lips. His hands were travelling down to her waist, and then to her hips. Her hands were on his neck, making the kiss deeper.

"Phillipa, you-"

He tried to recover some air talking to her, but she hushed him with more kisses.

"I'm not of cristal. You're not going to break me, you know"

They continued kissing, and walking together, until they fall back over her bed.

"She is his daughter"

Smith was opening his safe on his room, when his wife came in, surprising him.

"Well, so I guess my thoughts were right. That only help us in our plan"

He took a white folder with his hands, and gave it to Antoinette. The label with secret in red letters made her laugh, when her husband closed the safe.

"Is everything here? Are you sure we don't need more information?"

"No. Dominique will return from L.A tomorrow with her report. These papers are the only thing we need now. And Anne is working on the layouts. Those mazes are perfect for this job"

"When is this going to happen?"

Smith glared at his wife, and smiled at her. "If everything is working as we want to, soon"

He was over her. Hearing her moaning, begging for more driving him crazy. Her dark air was beside her head, and her white skin was so soft to his touch. Her nails were leaving marks on his back, and her legs were crossing over his hips, helping him to be more inside her.

He was close, when he remember something. Something that maybe he shouldn't remember in that moment.

"I'm almost eighteen. I know I have a whole life to live, but I want you in it. I want you in my future. And If I want to go out and have fun, I'll stay with you because you are the best person I had ever met. You're all the fun I want, and if you're tired, I'll stay by your side because I love you. If I want to travel around the world, I want you to show me the places you had been before. I want you to show me all the world we have for us. If I want children, I want to have them with you. Because no matter your age, I love you. And If you are going to be a grandpa, you are going to be the grandpa of our kids, because I love you more than I can stand"

"What happend?"

He fell beside her, and cover her with a sheet. She sat and confronted him.

"Nothing"

"Nothing? We were making love and then you-"

"Just- I need a shower"

He took his clothes and started walking away from her room. She put the blankets over her naked body and ran after him.

"You're not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with you!"

"Nothing is wrong with me. I think we should stop this"

Phillipa frowned, and looked at him more confused.

"Stop what?"

"The- the sex thing"

His cheek were slightly blushed, as he spoke.

"Why? We are grown adults, we love each other... nothing is wrong with sex. I don't know why is always like this. You touched me, you kissed me, you-"

"Stop it"

Arthur's voice was calm, but it didn't made her stop.

"You touched every part of my body, you made me scream your name, you were inside me, and when we were going to-"

"I told you to stop it!"

The Point Man was grabbing her arm tightly. His face was serious, and she was speechless. Little tears were falling her face and he realized what was he doing. He let her arm go, and he looked at her arm. His violent touch made her pale skin bruised with violet marks.

"Stay away from me"

She started to walk to her room, and he followed her.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stay away from me!

A/N2: I liked this chapter. I hate when Arthur can't be close to Phillipa. I hate that, but I can't help it..

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