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Hello! I'm so sorry I wasn't able to update last week, and this chapter isn't very long either. The peak of this must be over...we've got about 6 more chapters to go. And, I promised myself that I can only miss one more week, however, I cannot go on with that promise since school is everywhere. This is unbeta'd, I usedGoogle Translate and please enjoy! Thank you to favoriter [Feathers of Hope] and follower [Hugepuffball]! Thank you to kamarooka for the idea in the end!

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Step Fourteen: Body Structure — Oslo, Norway

(February)

Their job is to find out what the rival designer's plans are for their fashion show. Eames accepted is right away. Arthur had initially refused, "You didn't do a background check!" To which Eames replied, "It's a fashion show, Arthur, I'd like to go." Ariadne had forced Arthur to take it, wanting to keep an eye on Eames.

Their mark is Ricardo Moran, a German fashion designer who made a name for himself designing simple and elegant gowns that appealed to the elite for it's classiness. Unfortunately, some designers can't understand how something so plain can be cool. Their employer is Hans McCormick, not the most pleasant person to be with at all, but he's paying good money for the success. When Arthur met with him, he asked what he'll do with the information. "Nothing," the designer responded, "I can't exactly steal his ideas, but I can outshine him when presenting."

Although Arthur doesn't exactly believe him, he agreed to take the job since it's fairly simple. They only even needed one level. The most difficult part is trapping Ricardo. Eames volunteered to be a newly recruit guard-bodyguard-and he was immediately given the job. "He can't resist me," he said to them. Arthur retorted that Ricardo isn't gay.

Thanks to Arthur's contacts, the two were able to get inside the garden where the catwalk would be. "Just add a few more features and we're good." Eames would be acting as the Extractor in this job. "He's almost as good as Dom," Arthur had told her when she was surprised to know that the Forger wouldn't even have to forge anyone.

On the night of the planned extraction, Eames lured his boss into having a drink with him, once he was out, Arthur and Ariadne, who had been waiting in the next room, come in and set up the PASIV for them to use. Ariadne unwillingly stayed behind watch over them. "It'll only take about half an hour or so," Arthur told her. "You'll be okay, won't you?" She huffed and retorted that she didn't have a choice. "Good luck kiss?"

"Oh, Love, you've broken Arthur," Eames said, rolling his eyes.

"I thought it'd be an easy job," Ariadne said, frowning as she helped roll up Arthur's sleeves.

Arthur sighed and swooped down to place a quick and gentle kiss on her lips. "Ready Eames?" When Eames nodded, Arthur smiled at her and lay on the couch. "See you soon."

Now, at a bar in Norway, Arthur buys them a drink as she sits back and watches the people around her, talking and laughing. One local slides next to Arthur and starts to have a chat with him. Ariadne feels herself frown and looks down at her table napkin. So as to not look back, she picks it up and begins folding it in different shapes. Arthur comes back just as she's halfway done making a boat.

"That's cute," he says as he slides in the booth in front of her.

"So's that girl beside you when you were getting drinks," she retorts and finishes folding the paper.

He sighs. "What are our plans tomorrow?"

She shrugs. "I wanna see the sites. If we aren't leaving anytime soon then let's just have dinner out all the time. We're near the Swiss, their chocolates must be as good."

"I don't think that's how it works, Ari," he chuckles. "But okay, let's try it out." He hands her a bottle of beer and leans back on the cushion. "The job was successful."

"Oh, you were able to talk to Eames?"

"He left me a voicemail," he says. "Hans was able to be the star of the show presentation wise. Ricardo still won best work. The money's been transferred and our accounts just alerted me. Have you been alerted?"

"My phone vibrated earlier," she replies, "so maybe that was that."

"Hans was able to outshine Ricardo's performance, his designs still were not as loved. Eames couldn't leave Ricardo's side. He insisted that his body guard must stay until the end of the fashion week." A slight smirk appears in his lips. "They're going to show it worldwide tomorrow, do you wanna watch?"

She nods. "I always use to watch it with Val. This is going to be different. Is Eames arriving anytime soon?"

"He'll be here by tonight, I think. I keep telling him that we should split up for a while. He's not listening. He said the job was too small."

"Small?"

"Our employer is only one person, the task was simple enough and Ricardo didn't suspect a thing. As compared to the other corporate jobs that we had."

"Do you think we're safe enough?"

He looks at her with a small, wary smile. "You are."

She frowns. "My name isn't on record again."

"I can't risk it with you, Ari. People do their research. If your name pops out even once, they can trace you and realize what a valuable asset your are to the dream share world—to me."

"You're exaggerating, Arthur."

"I'm not!" he defends. "Ariadne, it's my job to research, you know that. I know how powerful people think. Ari, I've got men chasing me around. Eames probably has more. If they connect you with us...if Valeria is found…" he leans forward, "this is for your safety. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"We've talked about this!" her voice raises slightly higher. "If we're in this together than we're in danger together!"

Arthur sighs. "Ariadne, lower your voice. People are going to think we're doing something illegal."

"Aren't we?" She raises her eyebrows. Gulping down her beer without taking a rest. "I'm going back to the hotel."

Arthur rolls his eyes. "Ari…" Following her example of gulping down the beer, he storms after her. He doesn't have to catch up match, she isn't even by the door by the time he grabs her arm. "We're both going back to the hotel. We have to talk about this again."

"No, we don't. It's quite clear, Arthur." She stalks off.

Arthur sighs again. "Okay fine. We'll talk about something else."

Sometimes a good make-out session makes her forget that it's his way of saying sorry.

Sure, they've made up and put yesterday's argument behind them, but it doesn't mean that she's entirely forgiven him. He noticed that during their tour around the country, she wasn't quite...thoughtful. Historical buildings would always make her jump and babble about the structure and how it was built. When they got back to the hotel, he suggested that they have dinner out but she declined and said they should wait for Eames. His flight was delayed and he'd be with them later in the evening. "And the fashion show is on, I wanna watch."

Arthur pulls away from her and places open mouth kisses down her throat. He grips her hips and pulls her closer to him. Ariadne giggles and pushes him away. "Eames will be coming soon."

"Let's just make him get another suite," he groans.

She shakes her head and props her legs on top of his lap. "No, we're good friends. Isn't that the reason why we got this suite?"

The Hilton in Norway is just like any other Hilton. Fancy, bright and beautifully decorated. A two bedroom suite was reserved just for them by the Forger a few days ago. "We're all best buddies," he said.

"No, he got this suite. It isn't fair. I've spent probably half of all the jobs we take together holed in one suite. It's not fun when there isn't a third person," he slumps, "he plays dirty."

"Are you trying to tell me something, Arthur?" she teases. "Something about you and Eames, maybe?"

He frowns. "No. There's nothing to tell, Ari."

Ariadne laughs. "You make it sound like there is. Anyway, should we call delivery? Pizza is good for some friends night."

Ariadne pushes Eames playfully. "This is the second time!"

Eames grins. "I'm such a good friend, aren't I?"

"Oui," Valeria nods, "vous êtes trop bon." ("...you're too good.")

Ariadne grabs her best friend's hand and drags her inside. "Come on, the show's about to start. I even ordered pizza! Eames, bring the wine."

"Wine for a fashion show?" Eames raises an eyebrow. "I think beer will do."

"Il est une tradition, Adam. Ari and I like to bond again over certain things and the annual fashion festival is one of them." Valeria smiles. "Vous pouvez vous asseoir à côté de moi." ("It's tradition, Adam." "You can sit next to me.")

"Oh, je voudrais que beaucoup, belle," Eames purrs. ("Oh, I'd like that very much, beautiful.")

Arthur makes a face. "Since when does Eames speak French?"

"I've always spoken French, Darling. You've just never heard me speak it so well."

"Stop talking, Mr. Eames."

8:30 PM

"Ça commence! Ça commence!" Valeria exclaims. ("It's starting! It's starting!")

"Eames, the wine!" Ariadne calls.

"I'm coming. I'm coming." Eames says just as he sits beside the French blonde. "That's a double meaning for you, Darling."

"Eames…" Arthur glares at him.

8:45 PM

"I can see why they're the first, that's hideous!" Eames comments.

"Who knew you have a taste for fashion," Arthur says. His elbow is on the sidearm of the couch and his temple is pressed against his knuckles. "I'm surprised."

Valeria hums thoughtfully. "He's right, Arthur. This dress is hideous. The shade of green is wrong and it looks like seaweed."

Ariadne sips from her wine. "It looks like a dirty mop."

9:05 PM

"I have to use the loo," Eames announces.

"Then go," Arthur tells him. "You don't have to tell the world about it."

"I don't want to get up. Help me, Arthur."

"No."

9:15 PM

"I really have to go."

"Go, Mr. Eames. No one's stopping you."

"I don't want to miss the dresses that suddenly won't stop appearing!"

"You've seen it live, I doubt you forgot already."

"If you must remember, Darling, I was busy guarding Ricardo Moran. I told you that man is gay."

"He just has a high anima. He isn't gay, Eames."

9:23 PM

"Oh, that's a nice dress," Ariadne says.

"Just loosen the belt around her waist and maybe make it sleeveless instead of long-sleeved," Valeria says.

"I agree with you completely, belle." Eames gives her a kiss on her cheek and she giggles. "Your sense of fashion and style is unique."

"Il doit être." She chuckles. ("It has to be.")

"Kiss ass," Arthur mutters.

9:40 PM

"I was there," Eames tells Valeria, "I was there."

"I know. You told me."

"And your designs are much better than theirs. And I'm not just saying that. Do you see those? They're unwearable. You don't go to a ball and where a Disney Princesses dress."

Valeria shrugs. "I don't know. I like the idea of their Aurora and Belle dresses. Megara was nice, too. The casual Snow White is cute. I'm glad they modified Cinderella's dress. I don't like the play on the Ariel dress, it looked like they just threw in colors that matched her sea-shell bra and tail."

"Yes, but will you wear it to a sophisticated gala?"

She smiles. "No."

Ariadne leans on Arthur's shoulder. "I'd like to wear the Megara one."

"I can have one bought."

She laughs. "Even if I say no you're still going to call."

10:01 PM

"How long will this take?" Eames groans.

"You don't have to finish it with us, Adam. I'm perfectly okay with Ariadne and I watching it. Arthur, are you still interested?"

"I'm taking note of which ones Ari likes."

"How cute!" Valeria squeals.

"I don't have to take note, belle. I know you can make one yourself," Eames defends. "And no, I changed my mind, I want to continue watching."

10:25 PM

"Arthur, Darling, I'm getting tipsy."

"I don't care, Mr. Eames."

"When this is over," Eames continues, "the four of us should have some fun."

Valeria smirks. "Ooh, je aime le son de cela. Ne vous, Ariadne?" ("Ooh, I like the sound of that. Don't you, Ariadne?")

Ariadne giggles, drinking a little too much of wine. "Oui. I don't mind. Arthur?"

"No."

10:45 PM

"Let's go out and party!" Eames suggests during a commercial break.

"Yes!" Valeria claps her hands.

"I'm in!" Ariadne laughs.

"No!" Arthur exclaims. "You're all too tipsy. I can't babysit three grown women in a foreign country. We'll go out another time. Tonight, we stay indoors."

"Don't be such a killjoy, Darling. There is no such thing as a foreign country for us anymore, you, out of all people, should know that. And Darling, please remember that I am not a girl."

"We're staying here tonight. We'll go out another time. I promise."

Ariadne throws her arms around him. "You have to party, too."

11:11 PM

"I wish!" Eames exclaims out loud. He's isn't tipsy anymore. "That my lovemaking with Valeria Normandeau will never stop!"

"Je souhaite!" Valeria goes next. She isn't drunk but she's having fun following the man beside her. "Que mes dessins, qui sont bien mieux que la leur!" she points at the television, "Une journée sera reconnu par le monde!" ("I wish!" "That my designs, which are way better than theirs!" "Will one day be recognized by the world!")

Ariadne giggles and gives Arthur a kiss. "I love you, Arthur!"

Arthur smiles and kisses her back. "I love you, too, Ari."

Valeria laughs. "Eames, don't be too loud. We'll have complaints!"

12:04 AM

"Oh, it's over?" Eames asks groggily.

"I didn't even get to pay attention to Hans' presentation and Ricardo's designs!" Ariadne pouts. "When's the rerun of this?"

Valeria yawns. "I'm sleepy."

"Off to bed everyone," Arthur tells them. "No exceptions. We're all tired."

"You didn't do anything, Darling," Eames says.

"I watched and listened to all of you."

(A few days later, back in their apartment in Paris)

"Babe?" Arthur whispers.

Ariadne furrows her eyebrows and brings the quilt above her head. "What?"

Arthur puts it down. "That's stuffy. Get up."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Your birthday cake isn't going to blow itself. Your gifts aren't going to open itself either."

Ariadne throws the quilt away from her and runs to the dining room. "Gifts?"

Arthur is behind her quickly and he laughs at her excitement. "Happy birthday, Ariadne."

Ariadne wraps her arms around his neck and stands on her tip toes. "Thank you. And thank you for going with something simple instead of something extravagant." He laughs nervously. "You have something extravagant planned?"

"I might have reserved Mary Grace by the tower and invited close friends and your family," he answers.

(Mary Grace)

She's wearing the Megara inspired dress that Arthur had given her. It's a purple dress with a lighter purple sash around her waist. The length of it reaches just by her knees in a flowing manner and the sleeves are thin straps with some diamond jewels. Her silver stilettos make her feel tall. It's just two of his twenty-five birthday gifts.

"For every year" he defended.

As she was putting modeling in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but compare herself to the models on the runway and the busty girls men usually fawn over. Arthur is a classy man but he's admitted to having to pay women during lonely nights. She's never asked him what kind of women he brought home. After their short talk about exes, she never bothered to continue it. When she saw Arthur come in, she blurted out, "Ass, tits or legs?"

Arthur had a smile on his face. "You're beautiful."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I'm sorry, what was the question?"

"Ass, tits or legs?"

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Physically, what do you look for in a woman? And don't deny that you haven't ogled. I've seen you."

He sighed and walked towards her. He placed his hands on her hips, "Ariadne," which slowly made its way down to her butt, "ass."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I guess I'm an ass guy."

"You can be a bit of an asshole sometimes," she said, teasing.

"Hey," he laughed, "that's not how it goes." He kissed her and murmured, "Why do you think I keep spanking you? Or pinching you during random times?"

"I've also noticed how you like to hold it a lot," she said. "But," she looked back at the mirror, "I don't have an ass. I mean, from the three assets that's probably what I have but..."

"I don't care," he shrugged, "I like your ass, it's cute. And, I'm surprised you don't know it by now but I'm honest when I say you're so sexy."

Now, she's standing and addressing the crowd in front of her, a gift is on her hands. "Arthur's birthday is still four days from now but I do have one early birthday gift for him that I'd like you all to see. As a thank you to him for making this party possible." She shows the box to the audience. "Arthur?"

Arthur hesitantly takes the gift from her hands. "I'm quite suspicious."

"Wear it now, Darling!" Eames shouts.

"Does he have something to do with it?" he asks, narrowing his eyes at the blue box.

"He helped," Ariadne answers.

Arthur carefully unwraps the box as everyone waits in anticipation. Peering inside once he's done, he frowns. "Oh, God."

"Show it! Show it! Show it! Show it!" Eames chants. Soon enough, everyone joins in. Phillipa and James included. "Darling, show us!"

"No!" Arthur exclaims. "Ariadne's eyes only."

"Killjoy!"

Ariadne, however, grins. "You'll actually wear it?"

"You have a lot of explaining to do," he groans.

"I'm going to have so much fun watching your ass in it!" she exclaims.

Later that night, Arthur still hasn't gotten the answer as to why Ariadne bought him a bunny suit.

I'm not really sure of what else to say right now. Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you, again, kamarooka, for the idea!

Also, I thought of a new story that I might want to do after this, it's a reincarntion crossover with The Hunger Games. It's in my profile, if you'd like to see it. But the World War Z one is calling me...and so is the Red Riding Hood...oh God.

If I don't get to update next week, I'm sorry!

Step Fifteen: Guns — Berkshire, England