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Arthur blinked, taking in the woman in front of him. She reached out, and traced her finger down his cheek. He closed his eyes, feeling the softness of her touch.

"Come on..." her voice was breathy. He swallowed, feeling his heart constrict.

"Allie, I-" his words were abruptly silenced by her pulling his head down, and kissing him.

"Arthur," she said, breaking free and standing back, "that is what you've been fantasising about since we were in college." Taking his hand, she began to lead him towards the bed. She felt his hand tighten in hers.

She sat on the bed first. "Come on..."

Arthur looked at her, hesitantly. She smiled. "Come on, Arthur. I'll give you what you've been fantasising about ever since we were in college."

"Allie," Arthur began, almost hoarsely. "Allie, you -" he stopped. "When we were in college, it was a different time, I was-"

"A scared little boy," she whispered, coming closer. "Arthur. You can have someone like me. You deserve someone like me."

The Point Man blinked. A myriad of emotions was surging inside him, pushing forward, threatening to choke him. He looked at the woman standing in front of him. Clad in white, her large fawn like eyes pleading, she was a stark contrast to the Architect. His chin quivered, and he could feel tears beginning to well up.

"Oh, Art," she said, softly, reaching up and brushing away a tear. "You poor boy. You've been used, and abused by them. It made you sick. They didn't want you to know you were sick, so they could control you. I'll help you. So will Robert."

He felt numb. As Allie drew him down, he didn't resist.

Cobb closed the door, and sighed. Eames looked up from a cup of coffee.

"How is she?"

"Asleep." Cobb looked at the floor. The three of them were in a rented holiday apartment, sparsely furnished and in the centre of the city. "Still not really eating."

Eames took a sip of coffee. "There's only one solution to this. We have to go in, extract, and then get Arthur into a clinic. Only way."

"No." Cobb looked at him. "We get him, and we just take him straight to a clinic. A proper psychotherapist. One who can give him the care that he needs." He walked to the sink, and poured himself a glass of water. "Then we let him go."

"Go?" Eames looked surprised. "Go where?"

"Wherever he wants." Cobb ran a hand over his forehead. "Its got to breaking point. I can't have him on the team."

"Dom-" Eames got out of his chair. "You don't mean that, Arthur's your best friend-"

"I have my team to think of." Cobb took a swallow of water. "We've failed, badly. We need to get him, get him the care he needs, and then leave him."

Eames stared at him, thunderstruck. Cobb gulped down the rest of the water, and left the room.

Arthur closed his eyes, feeling hands running over his bare skin. He shuddered slightly as a soft kiss was placed on his stomach. She smiled, looking up at him. His face was starting to show pleasure.

"Arthur," she said softly, beguilingly. "Do you like that?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Do you want me to continue?"

His eyes squeezed shut. She looked at him, hers narrowing. Finally, he spoke.

"Please..."

Smiling with satisfaction, she began to work her way down his slender torso. As she came to the waistband of his suit trousers, she started to unbutton, and tug them down.

A small moan escaped Arthur's lips as she brushed her hand, deliberately, downwards. She could almost feel him harden under her touch. Smiling, she bowed her head, and began to put her lips towards his groin.

"Ari..."

Her head jerked up. A sense of fury began to build inside her, as she looked at the vulnerable man. Then her face lightened. She suddenly realised how she could use this. Without saying a word, she began to pleasure him, gently, using her lips. She heard a sigh of relief and release coming from the bed.

"Oh, don't stop..."

"You're demanding," she muttered under her breath. Undeterred, she continued.

"Ari..."

She stopped short. Withdrawing, she got up, and began to leave. As she approached the door, she noticed that Arthur was practically asleep, his totem clutched in his hand.

She raised her eyebrows. "You're too easy."

She smiled, almost smugly. Turning, she shut the door gently behind her, leaving the Point Man vulnerable and naked on the bed.