Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me.
"Come on," Arthur whispered, rubbing her back. "We can talk about this."
Ariadne got up, and began to disentangle his arms from round her. "There's nothing to say." She shook her head. "I've said all I need to, really."
"Ariadne!" Arthur got up, and stepped to directly face her. "You need to listen to me. If you still have these thoughts, these feelings, than we- I-"
"Can what?" she asked, almost sullenly. "You can what?"
"I can help you," he said, quietly. "Please." He reached for her hand. "Let me."
She turned her head, looking away from him, and at the food, lying congealing on the table. "Does this mean you're just going to keep coming round cooking for me?" She bit her lip. "It goes much deeper than that, Arthur."
"Well, I like to be practical." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I see a problem, I-"
"You solve it," she said, an edge of bitterness creeping into her voice. "I guess I'm your latest project."
"Ariadne, I didn't mean it like that." There was a harder edge to his voice. He began to move more closely towards her, winding his arms around her. "I just want to help."
"But when its -" Ariadne stopped, unsure of what to say next. "Arthur I-"
"Just tell me the truth," he said, gently, pulling her close. "Are you still making yourself binge and vomit?"
As soon as the words had left his mouth, he shuddered. They were such ugly words, and he found it hard to reconcile them with the Architect. She pulled more closely to him.
"No," she whispered.
"Good," he said, softly. He frowned. For a moment, he thought he felt her shiver. "Because you don't need to," he whispered. "Come on."
Before she could protest, he was tugging her towards the door. Suddenly, she found herself standing in the hallway of the bedroom. "Arthur-"
He kissed her neck. "Come on."
Slowly, she began to respond. He was running his hands gently down her sides, tracing the shape of her waist with his fingers. She began to lean into him. He, carefully, began to run his hand over her abdomen.
Suddenly, she pulled him close, pulling his mouth to hers. He responded by kissing her deeply. Before she could move again, he'd turned and they had both fallen onto the bed, him holding her close. He began to rise her shirt with his fingers, tickling her skin.
"Arthur," she whispered.
He smiled. Gently, he continued to caress her skin, letting her fall back down on him. She reached for his arm, and he wrapped it round her.
"Glad you're here," he whispered.
Ariadne smiled as their lips met.
"So, what do you want to order?"
Ariadne put down the menu, and smiled at Arthur. They were sitting across from each other, and she couldn't help but feel a glow at how his hand was reaching towards hers, under the table. Suddenly, he looked up.
"Oh, here come Eames and..." he frowned. "A date?"
Ariadne looked over, and her heart sank. The woman Eames was with seemed impossibly beautiful - dark, with large, alluring eyes, and lips carefully outlined in red. She smiled as she approached.
"Hi," she said, softly. "Lila."
Arthur got to his feet. "Pleased to meet you," he said, taking her hand. Ariadne frowned, feeling a stab of jealousy. She glanced uneasily at Arthur.
As the meal was served, she frowned. Why had she ordered so much? And why was it dripping in butter, and grease? She scowled at her plate, pushing it away slightly.
"Excuse me," she whispered, getting up, and heading for the door.
Arthur immediately pushed back his chair and followed her. As she reached the door, Arthur put his hand on her shoulder. "What's going on?" he demanded.
"I just..." she swallowed. "I just don't feel very comfortable...Eames and that woman...I..."
Arthur's face darkened. "And you didn't eat," he said, accusingly.
"Well, I tried but its so fattening, and-"
"Well, Ariadne, you know something?" Arthur snapped. "If you're really that bothered about your weight, go on a diet! Then I wouldn't be embarrassed by being seen with a -" he paused, and glared at her.
"Porker!" he snapped out.
Ariadne looked at him, trembling. "What did you say?" she whispered. Looking at his face, she shuddered, and began to turn away, running. Suddenly, she slipped, falling-
-and blinked, sitting upright in bed. Her heart hammering, she turned her head, and saw the sleeping Arthur lying next to her. He was settled in comfortably, with his arm draped over the pillow. She began to get up, pushing back the covers.
She spotted her clothes on the floor, and began to pick them up. Hurrying into the bathroom, she began to dress. She had to leave. As quickly as possible.
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