An Eye For An Eye | Inception | PG13 | Gen, Dom/Ariadne
Title: An Eye For An Eye
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Gen, across the board flirting. Minor Dom/Ariadne.
Rating: PG13/R
Spoilers: For the movie.
Summary: "There's nothing better on a man than a good suit." "There's nothing better on a woman than... well, nothing."
A/N: I just wanted to write some more suit!love and full on team interactions. It's a little cracky, guys.
"Why exactly did we agree to this?" Eames's disembodied voice says, floating up from above the line of changing rooms. His words are parlayed through gritted teeth, as though simultaneously struggling with some wild beast.
"Because you are cheering me up," Ariadne calls back, curled into a leather armchair, playing around on her phone. Ariadne, who had been loosely tied to a reasonably good-looking fellow back at university, had just been broken up with via text message. Not that she had paid much attention to him in the past few months, but still, the gesture had stung. It hadn't been hard to cough up enough tears to make Eames and Cobb feel uncomfortable enough to do pretty much whatever would make the tears stop.
"I think, personally-" Arthur begins, but Eames cuts him off angrily.
"You would love this, Arthur," Eames growls. "God, how do you get into these things every day."
"Same way you get into your mess of an ensemble," Arthur says cooly. "Anyway, you dress for the job you want, not the job you have."
"Well that explains it, you're aiming for metrosexual mortician," Eames quips.
"Clearly you'd like to be homeless," Arthur says, and Ariadne can hear a grin in his voice.
"Oy! For your information, I can tell you plenty of people who'd love to extoll the virtues of my style," Eames says indignantly. "Yusuf! Tell Arthur that I'm stylish."
"I'm not getting in the middle of this," Yusuf calls out. "Anyway, I'm dressed. Don't know what you all are doing in there, doesn't take too long to put on a jacket and pants." Ariadne watches Yusuf exit his changing room and she grins. He's in a beautiful navy blue Zanneti that Ariadne had known instantly would compliment his complexion.
"Oh wow," she says, standing up and walking towards the mirrored alcove where Yusuf had wandered. His eyebrows are raised in mild appreciation. "You look marvelous." Yusuf grins and stands up a bit straighter.
"Cobb?..." calls out Eames in a small voice. "You don't think I look homeless? Do you?"
Cobb does not answer for a long moment. "No comment."
"Seriously," Eames says, shocked. "Alright, let's get this sorted, I want out as soon as Ariadne can see me in the monkey suit." Eames practically breaks down the door, and Ariadne turns toward him with a grin on her face, highly amused. The second her brain registers exactly what she's taking in, however, her jaw drops.
"Holy shit," she breathes. Yes, she had known the Valentino that she had thrown at Eames had been gorgeous on the rack, but dear God... she feels as though she should sit down. She settles for leaning against the wall. Eyes wide, she watches Eames walk towards her angrily.
"Happy?" he asks her in a short voice. Her eyes are wide.
"Just... just turn around for me, please," she says softly. He turns and Ariadne can see the way his pant legs hug him in just the right places, giving him what looks like a rather squeezable ass. The lines that the suit cuts on him look like they could give a man a paper cut.
Ariadne makes a noise that causes Eames to raise his eyebrows. She blushes. He looks at himself in the mirror, appraising the jacket and buttoning it perfunctorily.
"Hmm," he says, grudgingly approving his visage. "It ain't bad."
"Alright out there?" Cobb says, stepping out from his stall. Arthur pops out from behind him as well. Ariadne falls back against the wall.
Arthur has the jacket of his light grey Dior over his shoulder. He had been the only one to pick out his own suit, and Ariadne had to say, his taste was spot on.
Ariadne pulls at the collar of her shirt. When exactly had it gotten so hot in the dressing room?
Cobb's got on a black Dolce & Gabbana and it shows. Ariadne rakes her eyes up and down his frame. The dark nature of the suit matches his angsty personality, and the clothing seems to know that it's found an appropriate wearer, as it hugs him perfectly, giving him a masculine edge that is just, well-
"Oh wow." She finds herself sinking into a sitting position against the wall.
"I think we broke her brain," Eames says, laughing at her clearly incoherent state. "Can you say words, darling? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Hnnnnngh," is all Ariadne can say. Cobb looks, for once, highly amused, and he seems pleased at Ariadne's reaction. Arthur appraises the fit of his suit in the mirror, shooting Ariadne's reflection a look of extreme smugness. "It could use a bit more tailoring in the leg," he remarks. Eames is still gawking at Ariadne.
"Can't you see the lady is in distress? I swear, you tailor that thing, she might spontaneously combust," Eames warns. A wicked glint suddenly appears in his eye.
"This calls for some reciprocity, I think."
-
"I can't do this," Ariadne calls out over the stall.
"It can't be that bad," Yusuf calls to her. "Arthur picked it out."
"This is so embarrassing," she groans. "It's not as if I've got anything to put in it."
"Let's see, then," Eames says. Arthur and Cobb stand next to one another, pretending not to notice the door open.
The lacy black bustier gives Ariadne a semblance of cleavage, and the garters, attached to see-through knee high black stockings, make her legs seem to go on for miles. Ariadne crosses her arms in front of her chest and gives the boys a glare.
"Have I made enough of a fool out of myself?" she asks, a bit peaked, because even if she will never admit it out loud, the lingerie makes her feel... well, rather sexy.
"What?" Eames says, an octave higher than his normal tone. He clears his throat. "I mean-" his voice lowers- "no, not a fool, I wouldn't say that."
"You are a vision," Arthur compliments her, and Ariadne grins at him, relaxing a bit.
"I am suggesting an office uniform," Yusuf says immediately. "I will gladly wear a suit to work every day of the rest of my life if she's got to wear that once a week."
"Casual Friday?" Eames grins at Yusuf, clearly a fan of the idea. It's when Cobb clears his throat and excuses himself that Ariadne finds herself blushing darkly. Arthur's eyebrows are halfway up his forehead, gawking as Cobb runs off to take care of something that had, er, come up rather urgent and had clearly needed attending to.
"So," Eames says, breaking the silence. "I think we know where Cobb stands on this issue. Casual Fridays are in effect starting now."
"We didn't even vote," Ariadne says in protest, her face bright red.
"You've been outvoted," Yusuf and Arthur say in unison.
"Ugh... boys," Ariadne mutters, slamming the dressing room door shut behind her.
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Gen, across the board flirting. Minor Dom/Ariadne.
Rating: PG13/R
Spoilers: For the movie.
Summary: "There's nothing better on a man than a good suit." "There's nothing better on a woman than... well, nothing."
A/N: I just wanted to write some more suit!love and full on team interactions. It's a little cracky, guys.
"Why exactly did we agree to this?" Eames's disembodied voice says, floating up from above the line of changing rooms. His words are parlayed through gritted teeth, as though simultaneously struggling with some wild beast.
"Because you are cheering me up," Ariadne calls back, curled into a leather armchair, playing around on her phone. Ariadne, who had been loosely tied to a reasonably good-looking fellow back at university, had just been broken up with via text message. Not that she had paid much attention to him in the past few months, but still, the gesture had stung. It hadn't been hard to cough up enough tears to make Eames and Cobb feel uncomfortable enough to do pretty much whatever would make the tears stop.
"I think, personally-" Arthur begins, but Eames cuts him off angrily.
"You would love this, Arthur," Eames growls. "God, how do you get into these things every day."
"Same way you get into your mess of an ensemble," Arthur says cooly. "Anyway, you dress for the job you want, not the job you have."
"Well that explains it, you're aiming for metrosexual mortician," Eames quips.
"Clearly you'd like to be homeless," Arthur says, and Ariadne can hear a grin in his voice.
"Oy! For your information, I can tell you plenty of people who'd love to extoll the virtues of my style," Eames says indignantly. "Yusuf! Tell Arthur that I'm stylish."
"I'm not getting in the middle of this," Yusuf calls out. "Anyway, I'm dressed. Don't know what you all are doing in there, doesn't take too long to put on a jacket and pants." Ariadne watches Yusuf exit his changing room and she grins. He's in a beautiful navy blue Zanneti that Ariadne had known instantly would compliment his complexion.
"Oh wow," she says, standing up and walking towards the mirrored alcove where Yusuf had wandered. His eyebrows are raised in mild appreciation. "You look marvelous." Yusuf grins and stands up a bit straighter.
"Cobb?..." calls out Eames in a small voice. "You don't think I look homeless? Do you?"
Cobb does not answer for a long moment. "No comment."
"Seriously," Eames says, shocked. "Alright, let's get this sorted, I want out as soon as Ariadne can see me in the monkey suit." Eames practically breaks down the door, and Ariadne turns toward him with a grin on her face, highly amused. The second her brain registers exactly what she's taking in, however, her jaw drops.
"Holy shit," she breathes. Yes, she had known the Valentino that she had thrown at Eames had been gorgeous on the rack, but dear God... she feels as though she should sit down. She settles for leaning against the wall. Eyes wide, she watches Eames walk towards her angrily.
"Happy?" he asks her in a short voice. Her eyes are wide.
"Just... just turn around for me, please," she says softly. He turns and Ariadne can see the way his pant legs hug him in just the right places, giving him what looks like a rather squeezable ass. The lines that the suit cuts on him look like they could give a man a paper cut.
Ariadne makes a noise that causes Eames to raise his eyebrows. She blushes. He looks at himself in the mirror, appraising the jacket and buttoning it perfunctorily.
"Hmm," he says, grudgingly approving his visage. "It ain't bad."
"Alright out there?" Cobb says, stepping out from his stall. Arthur pops out from behind him as well. Ariadne falls back against the wall.
Arthur has the jacket of his light grey Dior over his shoulder. He had been the only one to pick out his own suit, and Ariadne had to say, his taste was spot on.
Ariadne pulls at the collar of her shirt. When exactly had it gotten so hot in the dressing room?
Cobb's got on a black Dolce & Gabbana and it shows. Ariadne rakes her eyes up and down his frame. The dark nature of the suit matches his angsty personality, and the clothing seems to know that it's found an appropriate wearer, as it hugs him perfectly, giving him a masculine edge that is just, well-
"Oh wow." She finds herself sinking into a sitting position against the wall.
"I think we broke her brain," Eames says, laughing at her clearly incoherent state. "Can you say words, darling? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Hnnnnngh," is all Ariadne can say. Cobb looks, for once, highly amused, and he seems pleased at Ariadne's reaction. Arthur appraises the fit of his suit in the mirror, shooting Ariadne's reflection a look of extreme smugness. "It could use a bit more tailoring in the leg," he remarks. Eames is still gawking at Ariadne.
"Can't you see the lady is in distress? I swear, you tailor that thing, she might spontaneously combust," Eames warns. A wicked glint suddenly appears in his eye.
"This calls for some reciprocity, I think."
-
"I can't do this," Ariadne calls out over the stall.
"It can't be that bad," Yusuf calls to her. "Arthur picked it out."
"This is so embarrassing," she groans. "It's not as if I've got anything to put in it."
"Let's see, then," Eames says. Arthur and Cobb stand next to one another, pretending not to notice the door open.
The lacy black bustier gives Ariadne a semblance of cleavage, and the garters, attached to see-through knee high black stockings, make her legs seem to go on for miles. Ariadne crosses her arms in front of her chest and gives the boys a glare.
"Have I made enough of a fool out of myself?" she asks, a bit peaked, because even if she will never admit it out loud, the lingerie makes her feel... well, rather sexy.
"What?" Eames says, an octave higher than his normal tone. He clears his throat. "I mean-" his voice lowers- "no, not a fool, I wouldn't say that."
"You are a vision," Arthur compliments her, and Ariadne grins at him, relaxing a bit.
"I am suggesting an office uniform," Yusuf says immediately. "I will gladly wear a suit to work every day of the rest of my life if she's got to wear that once a week."
"Casual Friday?" Eames grins at Yusuf, clearly a fan of the idea. It's when Cobb clears his throat and excuses himself that Ariadne finds herself blushing darkly. Arthur's eyebrows are halfway up his forehead, gawking as Cobb runs off to take care of something that had, er, come up rather urgent and had clearly needed attending to.
"So," Eames says, breaking the silence. "I think we know where Cobb stands on this issue. Casual Fridays are in effect starting now."
"We didn't even vote," Ariadne says in protest, her face bright red.
"You've been outvoted," Yusuf and Arthur say in unison.
"Ugh... boys," Ariadne mutters, slamming the dressing room door shut behind her.