Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.

"What do you want me to do first?"

Ariadne swallowed. "Kiss me."

He nodded, and leaned forward. As his lips began to lightly brush over her skin, she felt herself start to relax. There was a warmth, a gentleness, that underpinned the obvious desire. She swallowed, and began to lightly brush er fingers over his shoulders.

"Do you want to lie down?"

She murmured her assent, and began to crawl backwards onto the bed. Arthur proceeded to cover her skin with kisses - little darting kisses, that pecked at her body, only seeking to heighten her desire for him. She begin to encircle him with her arms.

He smiled, and began to lean closer to her. "I can get on top?"

She nodded, feeling her pulse quicken. "Yes...please..."

Arthur was practically naked, his body reflecting in the dim light of the bedside lamp. She watched him as he moved on top of her. His movements were quick, and graceful. As he straddled her, she impulsively began to reach for his boxers.

"Hey!" he said, surprised. "You-"

"Arthur." Ariadne was surprised at her own boldness. "I want to-" she blushed, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed. Arthur, however, saw her difficulty.

"I want you to," he said, softly, and with a deft movement, was completely naked. She looked down, and as her eyes rested on him, found herself overcome with desire. Before he could say another word, her hands were reaching for him, caressing him.

Arthur closed his eyes, allowing her to touch him. Her movements were light, and gave him a throb of pleasure. He smiled, and opened his eyes.

"My turn," he whispered.

Ariadne lay back, allowing the Point Man to explore, and stroke. She swallowed as his touch tickled, then giggled. Arthur looked up.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, completely." She looked at him, and felt a wave of tenderness. "I'm fine."

Arthur nodded. "Good." Before she could move, he'd suddenly placed his head down, inbetween her legs.

Ariadne shut her eyes, not wanting to see anything. The intensity of her feelings were starting to become overwhelming, and she didn't want them to stop.

After a few movements, she became aware that he was moving up her body, with urgency. She felt his touch, his fingers, and his lips. She began to stiffen.

"Relax." It was almost an order. "Please."

Ariadne could not refuse. She began to stretch, letting him straddle her. As he began to enter, she wrapped her arms around his torso, feeling an unwillingness to let go. He began to thrust.

Ariadne felt her body shudder. An intensity of feeling was surging through her, causing her to gasp. Finally, she cried out, feeling her body relax as soon as a moment of intensity passed. Arthur blinked, and looked down into her face.

"Are you allright?" he whispered.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice soft. "I'm fine. Really." She let her breath escape, and smiled to placate him again. "Please. I wanted this."

He smiled, and touched her cheek. "So did I," he whispered.

She began to sit up, feeling a warmth tingle over her skin. He turned away, and she looked at him quizically, almost hurt, until she realised he was pulling a small clear sheath off himself. She blushed. "Oh, I didn't-"

He grinned. "I thought for both of us." He got up, clearly wanting to dispose of it, and began to walk into the bathroom. Ariadne felt a glow of happiness suffuse her. Her dreams were turning into a delicious reality.

Arthur re-entered, a towel swathed around his slender hips. "Do you...want to take a shower?" he asked, almost hesitantly.

She blinked. "I-"

"Its just..." he swallowed. "I would-"

She got up, accepting his proposal without another word. As they entered the bathroom, she felt a delicious tingle at being so close to him. They had shared something so intimate, and she now felt that it was only the start. As he turned the water on, she began to press up close against him.

"Wow!" Arthur laughed as her mouth found his. "What did I do to deserve this?!"

She felt a delicious thrill at the compliment. Before he could speak again, she was pulling him into the shower, and soaping her hands. Pushing him up against the wall, already slick with water, she trailed them down his torso, before coming to his groin. Before he could stop her, she was turning her attention to his most intimate area.

"Oh, god," he groaned. Before he could move, she was up against him, pulling his head down, kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against the wall.

Ariadne lay in bed, a swirl of emotions raging inside her. She turned to look at Arthur, stretched out, sleeping. She smiled, marvelling at his cheekbones and lean torso.

Why would he be interested in me?

She shook her head, trying to kill the ugly, unwelcome little thought. He was with her, he wanted her, and that was all she needed. She sighed, and turned over, too emotional to sleep.

Suddenly, she heard a faint buzzing coming from the chair. Arthur's suit jacket pocket. Puzzled, she got up, and began to investigate. As her hand moved, she realised what it was.

His cell phone.

Ariadne knew she ought to stop. But she couldn't. Without thinking, she pulled the sleek black Samsung phone out of the expensive suit pocket. It had stopped, but what she saw made her heart contract painfully in her chest.

A text message.

"Arthur - thanks for the other night. You need to call me! L. x"

She was so shocked she nearly dropped it on the floor. L - she had to be the woman Arthur had met the previous night. The woman who could have passed for a top model.

The Architect felt her eyes fill with tears. She'd been such a fool. Her fantasies had been correct - thats all they should have stayed as.

She looked at the sleeping man in the bed. He looked innocent, sweet faced. Trying to control her emotions, she carefully placed the phone back in his jacket pocket, and climbed into bed, her mind surging with unwanted, unwelcome thoughts.

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