Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. After the lovely feedback I got, I decided to continue this.

Arthur swallowed as he looked at the beautiful face before him. It had been a long time, he surmised, since he had been on anything approaching a date - and this, he thought, was not going anywhere.

"So, what shall we do?" she asked. He hesitated, fiddling with his jacket.

"You decide," he said, his tone hesitant. She smiled, and leaned forward.

"My place..." she whispered, "is only half a block away."

He looked at her. "Really?"

"Yes," she smiled again, and leaned back. "You up for it?"

Arthur hesitated. She was in control, a situation that he was unused to. He swallowed, and nodded.

"Why not?"

Ariadne carefully opened the door, and looked around. Silence.

Eames and Cobb, she guessed, had both long since left. The main room of the warehouse was dark, and still. Taking a deep breath, she hurried to the corner where the PASIV was kept. Pulling it out, she felt a slight tremor of guilt, that quickly dissipated. Lying down, she carefully pulled out the IV, and plugged it into her arm. Leaning over, she pressed the central button on the machine, and felt herself plunged into darkness.

Arthur leaned over her. "Hey. You awake?"

She looked up, from her desk. "Of course." She smiled at him. "Are you OK?"

"Oh, yes," he said, quietly, gently tracing his fingers up and down her arm. "Trust me, I'm fine." He looked at her, then leaned down. "No-one else is here," he whispered. "No-one."

She looked up. "Meaning?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Meaning..." He took hold of her hands, and pulled her up, then began to press her against the desk. Without hesitation, he started kissing her neck, moving upwards towards her face.

She reciprocated, letting his body press into hers. His hands slowly moved down her torso, and began to rest on her hips. He leaned back, and smiled, almost cruelly. She met his eyes.

"Its more fun," he whispered, "when they could walk in."

Without hesitation, she nodded. Carefully, he lifted her up, and began to tug at his belt. She responded by reaching to hook her thumbs into her underwear, and start to tug it downwards.

He began to press against her, she shivered as she felt the heat of his stiffening shaft. "Please..." she whispered.

He nodded, and pulled her towards him, quickly.

"You're good at that," she said, suggestively, as he pulled his lips away. Arthur blinked. He was beginning to feel overwhelmed by her. Everything she said was aimed at being erotically charged. He swallowed, and took a step back.

"Thank you," he responded, shyly. He was beginning to wish he hadn't lied to Eames. A business meeting. To cover the fact that was unsure of whether to respond to the advances of her or not. But, as she pulled him closer, he was beginning to wonder if there was another reason.

He closed his eyes, allowing her to lean over and kiss his neck. He began to fantasise, wishing she was slightly shorter, slightly less imposing, slightly more-

He blinked, and opened his eyes. She was looking at him, her expression askance. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry," Arthur said, shaking his head, "I can't do this." Turning, he grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the apartment.

Ariadne gasped as Arthur pushed in deeply. The climax was so intense, she closed her eyes.

Arthur sighed as he stumbled into the warehouse, his head swimming slightly. He needed to do something, he felt, something structured.

As he entered, he heard the faint hiss of the PASIV. Turning his head, he noticed Ariadne, lost in sleep. Not wanting to disturb her, he grabbed a couple of files, and left.

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