Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.

Arthur paced the floor in his apartment, unable to fully comprehend what he'd witnessed. Ariadne. Bending over a desk. Begging him to- he felt himself begin to blush as he contemplated it. He poured himself a scotch, watching the amber liquid glistening in the glass. Seating himself, he began to think.

Ariadne. Bent over. He felt his pulse begin to rise, and had to take a sip of scotch to steady himself. Bent over, willing, begging him to-

He shook his head, feeling disgusted with himself. This was not how he treated women, not how he was raised. The idea of having a woman in this way - he swallowed.

But...this was her dream. Her fantasy. He took another sip of scotch. This was how she saw him, how she envisioned him. He exhaled slowly, and let his head rest back in the chair.

Ariadne arrived at the warehouse before the others, and proceeded to set up quietly. She opened her lap top, and began to quietly key in patterns for her 3-D models. She heard footsteps, and looked up. Arthur was approaching her.

"Hi," he said, his voice quiet. "You ok?"

She nodded, noticing how he seemed slightly awkward. Dismissing it from her mind, she continued with her modelling. Suddenly, she heard his footsteps re-approach her, and looked up.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her facial expression quivering slightly. He shook his head, slowly.

"No, don't worry about it," he replied, his tone slightly sharper than he intended. She nodded, and turned her head back to her work. He went back to his desk, sat down, and began to think. The text on the screen began to blur, and he rubbed his eyes.

Ariadne. Leaning over the desk. Only for him. Leaning there, her buttocks tilted upwards, her body waiting, and he would -

He blinked, and snapped his head up. What am I thinking? he thought, feeling faintly disgusted with himself. He bit his lip, and tried to press on with his work. His fingers stroked the keys, and his mind immediately began to wonder to thinking about her. Stroking her skin, stroking the marks he'd made, trying to soothe away the hurt-

He got up, shoving his chair back with a harsh scraping noise. Casting a glance at his co-workers, he headed for the PASIV.

He paused as he pulled it out of its hiding place - and unlocked it carefully. Slipping onto one of the loungers, he carefully plugged in the IV, and pressed the central button.

He blinked. He was in his apartment, and turning, he noticed that Ariadne was already sitting down, waiting for him, at the dining table. He smiled, and sat down opposite, noting that their places were set, with plates in front of them.

"So nice of you to join me for dinner," he said, then wishing it hadn't sounded quite so trite.

"Well, yes, but, Arthur, I don't think I can eat any of this," she responded, pouting slightly. "It looks..."

"Yes?" he responded, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, it looks really calorific." She shook her head, and pushed the plate away slightly.

Arthur felt himself narrow his eyes. "Are you criticising my cooking, Ariadne?"

She leaned over, and smiled slightly. "I guess so."

Arthur leaned back in his seat, his smile fading. "You criticise me...you get punished..."

She looked up, her face clearing into a smile. "Oh, please."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You know I won't be spoken back to." He pushed his chair back, and stood up. "Come on, get up, let's see-"

She was already on her feet, and bending over the table.

"Is this ok?" she asked. He could have sworn her voice was practically purring. He nodded, a smile beginning to spread itself slowly across his face.

"Perfect," he breathed. He pressed his hand against her buttocks, admiring the shape. It had never occurred to him before how much he appreciated curves on the female form. Leaning over, he raised his hand, and brought it down, hard, on her skin.

She exhaled. "Thank you. Thank you-"

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. Blinking, he looked at her. "Ariadne, I-"

His eyes flew open. Turning his head, he realised he was still alone, in the warehouse. Trying to gather his thoughts, he pulled the IV out, and started to walk out of the room.

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