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Ariadne swallowed as she left the warehouse that evening. She'd noticed that Arthur had been studiously polite to her, but not overly friendly. She tried to summon up her courage as she walked past his desk, where he appeared to be intently studying his laptop, and took a deep breath.

"Good night, Arthur," she said, politely. He looked up, and met her eyes. "Night," he said, completely non-commital in his tone. Feeling slightly snubbed, she continued, her footsteps picking up as she left.

Arthur turned and looked after her as she went, feeling a slight pang pierce at his heart. Then his mind wandered back to the dream he'd enveloped himself in that afternoon. He bowed his head over the laptop, a slight stain spreading across his skin.

It had felt so...unnatural. Wanting to dominate her, wanting to punish her. But the look on her face had made him want to continue. It was giving her pleasure. Pleasing her.

Which, he surmised, was exactly what a lover should do.

He rubbed his face, feeling uncomfortable. He had an urge to follow her, to go back to her apartment, and-

He stopped. When did I become so crude? he thought, slightly shocked. He reached for the glass of water he kept on his desk, and took a swallow.

"You all right?" Eames commented. The Point Man blinked. "What?"

"I said, are you all right?" The older man looked irritated at having to repeat the question."You look a bit flushed."

Arthur shrugged. "Its warm in here."

"Oh." Eames nodded, non-commitally. "I suppose it is."

"Blindfold me."

He leaned forward, and began to stroke her hair away from her face. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Blindfold me. Please."

He nodded, and began to wrap the scrap of material around her head, ensuring her eyes were completely covered. He gently tied the know at the back of her head. "Now?"

"Hold me down."

He swallowed. "I don't want to-"

"You won't hurt me." She realised her voice sounded forceful. "You won't hurt me, its what I want."

Suddenly, she felt his hand pushing her back onto the bed. His fingers were moving down her body, skillfully undoing the buttons on her shirt, gently tugging it from her frame. She shivered as the cool air in the room fell across her increasingly exposed chest.

"Then you-"

He put his finger to her lips, silencing her. "No." His tone matched hers in intensity. "Now, I lead. OK?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Putting his head down on her chest, he began to kiss the hollow inbetween her breasts. He gently traced his fingers over them, making her shiver-

"Arthur?"

He blinked, and began to sit up, looking at Cobb. "Arthur, its -" he paused, and took in the Point Man's flushed face. "Arthur, go home. Its getting late."

The Point Man nodded, not daring himself to speak. With a sense of embarrassment, he realised he'd fallen asleep on his desk. Cursing himself, he could feel a slight river of sweat running between his shoulder blades, and also of an uncomfortable bulge in his trousers. He blinked - he could not afford to let Eames or Cobb realise what he was thinking about.

"Oh, and Arthur?"

"Yes?" He looked at the Extractor, feeling his discomfort grow.

"Would you mind stopping by Ariadne's apartment?" Cobb held up a small black object. "She forgot her wallet."

Arthur blinked. He couldn't refuse. Standing up, he accepted it. "Of course." He struggled to keep his voice calm. "I'll do it straight away."

Ariadne turned in front of the mirror, examining herself. You're so under developed, she thought, despondently. The woman she'd seen Arthur with had a woman's body - breasts, hips, curves. She swallowed, trying not to let tears prickle at the back of her eyes. She looked at the pile of clothes on the floor, and shrugged. Still in her underwear, she decided to lie on the bed.

I can still dream, she thought to herself. Burrowing down onto the covers, she closed her eyes.

Arthur hurried up the stairs to Ariadne's apartment, two at a time. He felt an urge to hand the wallet over, and leave. But part of him - an increasingly large part - wanted him to stay. To stay and tell her what he'd seen. To tell her how he felt.

Please not be here, he told himself. As he approached her door, he straightened his tie, and his back. Purposefully, he walked to the door.

To his surprise, it was slightly ajar. Puzzled, and concerned, he gave it a gentle push. "Ari?" he called, softly. Frowning, he walked in, aware he was intruding. But, he rationalised, she was a young woman, on her own, and could be-

He heard a gentle murmuring coming from another room. Swallowing, he headed in its direction. To his shock, he saw the door of the bedroom was completely open - and she was lying on the bed.

His eyes trailed the length of her body without restraint. He felt a rush of desire, coupled with guilt. Clutching the wallet, he carefully laid it on the bureau, and began to move.

Suddenly, he stopped. A voice.

"Arthur?"

He blinked, and forced himself to focus. Ariadne was beginning to sit up on the pillows, and to his shock was looking straight at him.

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