Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me. Apologies for this chapter's shortness.

Ariadne blinked. "Did you just say...?"

"Yes," Arthur said, gently, his fingers beginning to caress the sides of her neck. "Shall we go to bed?"

She looked at him. "Arthur, I-"

He took a step back, his face hardening slightly. "Please don't tell me. You-"

She looked at him, emotions flitting across her face. "I what?"

"Please don't tell me you-" He swallowed, and shook his head. "No, sorry, I need to-"

"Arthur!" Ariadne hurried after him as he turned and walked away. "Arthur, what is it?"

"Nothing," he muttered. "I'm sorry, I was-" he looked at her, and rubbed his face. "I'm sorry, Ari. I take you out to dinner, bring you back to my place, and now it looks as though I expect-" He looked at the floor, his face reddening. "As though I expect sex."

She blushed. "But, Arthur, I-"

"Its just-" He swallowed, and began to turn away from her. "I'm sorry, Ariadne. I really am. Its getting late. You can have the bed, and I'll-"

His words were broken off, as she moved towards him, pulled his head down, and kissed him squarely on the lips. Blinking slightly, he reciprocated, pulling her close. He felt her body fold into his. Wrapping his arms around her, he felt her nestle into him.

"Come on," he whispered.

She nodded, and the two of them headed for the bedroom. She could feel her heartbeat quickening, and could not bear to look at his face.

In case she woke up.

But this isn't a dream. Its real.

As they entered the room, she suddenly felt ashamed. Ashamed of her grungy clothes, ashamed of how she'd revealed her fantasies to him. As he closed the door, and started to undo his tie, she felt herself freeze. She sat on the bed.

Arthur smiled at her. "You ok?" he asked, softly, his fingers leaving the tie.

She swallowed. "Arthur...I think we need to talk. Please?"

He blinked. "Ariadne. What is it?"

"I just feel I..." she stopped, and looked at him. "I feel I owe you an explanation."

He leaned over, and kissed her. "No," he said, softly. "You don't owe me anything at all."

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