Across the Sea | Inception | R | Gen, Ariadne/Cobb, Arthur/Eames
Title: Across the Sea
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Gen, Ariadne/Dom, Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Spoilers: For the movie.
Summary: The team reunites to protect their architect. They all move into Ariadne's apartment. Sexy hilarity ensues. Absolute, jolly good crack with a dash of fluff.
A/N: I've had bits and pieces of this scrawled across my chemistry notebooks for a couple of weeks; I finally decided to put it all together into a cracky schmoop-fest. A few references to Watchmen, Firefly, and Harry Potter are tucked in as well, see if you can spot them.
Dom flattens his LA Times against his kitchen table, brow furrowed. "Not good," he says gruffly. "Not good at all."
With the team having split up after the inception job, he is forced to watch them from afar: Arthur in New York, Eames in London (but always on the move), Yusuf in South Africa, Saito in Tokyo, and Ariadne in Paris, the city of love. Dom Cobb has to put in a lot of work to make sure that he keeps current with each member of his former team. He finds himself especially worried about a young university girl studying architecture, walking the streets of a foreign city alone-vulnerable. He could count on the others to be able to handle themselves in a gunfight. Had Ariadne ever even handled a gun in reality?
It is very time consuming, Cobb admits to himself, worrying about them all. It would be a lot easier if he had them in one place.
He's got the paper open to an article on a recent crime wave ravaging Paris. Flipping open his cell, he presses a number on his speed-dial.
Arthur picks up on the second ring.
"Have you picked up the Times today?" Cobb asks him, no preliminary greetings necessary.
"It worries me too. I'm sure it's the French mob, at it again," Arthur tells him frankly.
"She's all alone there," Cobb states bluntly. "She's got no protection."
"If anything happens to her..." Arthur trails off.
"How quickly can you assemble the team?"
"I've already called Eames. He says he'll be in Paris in five hours; he's already on Eurail."
Dom nods to himself. "Good. I'll fill in Saito."
-
"Hello, Saito."
"Mr. Cobb. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Has Arthur contacted you?"
"He may have."
"How fast can you have my children transferred to the American School in Paris?"
"I transferred them thirty-five minutes ago, Dom."
"... please tell me you haven't bought the school, Saito."
"It seemed neater."
-
And so Dom Cobb finds himself in Paris, surrounded by the jet-lagged, travel-weary members of his former team and his two children. Saito's men whisk his kids off to a nearby swanky hotel while the rest of the team hops a cab downtown. When Dom knocks on the door to Ariadne's studio apartment, his team in his wake, he realizes, in one small moment before she opens the door, that he has neglected to tell her about their arrival.
"Shit," is what he says as she opens the door.
"I'm going to count to three," Ariadne says slowly. "And then someone's going to tell me what the fuck is going on."
-
"We were worried, love. You haven't dealt with blokes like the French mob before. Slimy bastards," Eames tacks on.
"So you just move to Paris?" She is incredulous.
They are equally incredulous. "Of course."
"The French mob wants nothing to do with me. Pigs will fly before they put a hit out on me. I'm an architecture student! I keep a low profile here. I'm not really a serial criminal." She eyes Cobb. "It was sort of a one-time gig."
"But it was fun," Eames prods with a grin, "wasn't it?"
"I'm still not happy about this," Ariadne grumbles. "I am not smiling. See my non-smile?"
"We're staying here, in your flat," Arthur tells her in response. "Until the crime wave has diminished."
"You are all insane," Ariadne hisses. "The lot of you!"
She slams the door in their faces. A moment of silence passes, and she creaks the door open very slowly.
"Get in here."
-
"Arthur, tell Eames staring is rude," Ariadne calls out, smirking.
Ariadne is standing in her kitchen in a dark grey heathered tee shirt that Eames is finding oddly familiar, but cannot place due to the fact that his brain has had a slight aneurism at the slight of Ariadne without pants on.
"Staring is rude," Arthur tells Eames, but his eyes are also on Ariadne's bare legs.
"It's about the seven-hundreth time I've caught you looking, Eames," Ariadne continues, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She bends over the counter, and Eames can just barely see a flash of pantie. He makes a gurgling sound and clutches his mug of coffee tight.
"But-Ariadne..." Eames sputters out at the same time as Dom wanders into the room, bleary eyed, hair mussed, wearing a white tee shirt and jeans. It is the most casual Eames has seen him in a right long time, and he is momentarily distracted. But not for long: Ariadne cocks her hips to the side and takes a sip of her coffee before continuing:
"No buts about it. You all just invited yourself in here-" Cobb is behind her now, reaching for the pot of coffee; he moves around her like he knows the way she'll bend to his closeness- "am I really supposed to change my lifestyle completely for you?"
"No," Eames says shakily, "but wearing pants around the house would show one iota of consideration! We're at our limit!"
"I do not object to the no pants policy," Arthur says loudly. Eames shoots daggers at him with his eyes. Arthur shrugs. "Just thought I'd put that out there."
"Well I do," Eames hisses.
"You're such a hypocrite, Eames," Ariadne grins. "Aren't you the one who walked through LAX with no pants on?"
"NOT OF MY OWN VOLITION," Eames shouts, exasperated. "Does no one want to hear my side of the story?!" An expectant silence follows his words; Eames is shocked and blushes, apparently not expecting anyone to actually want to hear what had happened.
"Well," Eames says, clearing his throat. "It was all Arthur's fault."
"Excuse me?" Arthur says loudly.
"THIS IS BESIDES THE POINT. I demand PANTS, damnit."
Dom peers at them all from the edge of his own mug of coffee over Ariadne's shoulder.
"No," Ariadne says bluntly. "My house, my rules."
Eames drags his hands down his face in agony.
"Are there any other 'rules' I should be aware of, your majesty?" Eames says sarcastically, punctuating his words with a sip of coffee. Ariadne raises an eyebrow.
"Spontaneous orgasms."
Eames spit-takes the coffee he's drinking; Cobb raises his eyebrows; Arthur's mouth twitches into a small grin.
Yusuf calls out from the bathroom: "Did I just hear someone say orgasm?"
"They happen," Ariadne says, grinning wickedly. "Just a heads up."
Eames is torn between fainting and having a coronary.
-
"'Spontaneous' orgasms, my ass," Cobb murmurs into Ariadne's ear. He's got her up against the wall of the bedroom, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other dipping in between her legs. Her black panties are around her ankles. She mewls and arches against him.
"The look on Eames's face was priceless, though," Ariadne laughs, breath catching as Dom moves his fingers just right. "Hnnngh. Mmmm. You're good at this."
"I've been told," Dom says slyly. Ariadne pouts.
"Shut up, you, and kiss me."
He obeys, pressing smiling lips against her own. He moves from her lips to her ear, then to her neck; his breath is heavy and soft. "You really are going to give Eames a coronary," Dom murmurs to her.
"Tomorrow I'll wear pants, I swear," Ariadne breaths into his ear. "I'm not promising a shirt, though. Not unless I get yours again." She tugs at the grey tee and he smiles.
"It looks better on you," he smiles. "Now," he says, gathering her up in his arms and dropping her on the bed, "if anyone asks, I was at the grocers."
"Like I said... spontaneous orgasms."
"It really does kill me not to take the credit."
"I'm sure."
They touch.
-
"Oh Ea-ames..." the architect calls.
Ariadne is feeling wicked, but non-repentant, in her lacy red push-up bra and jeans.
She runs into Yusuf first.
All he says is, "I'll be in my bunk," and scurries off, looking flushed.
Suddenly, she hears a groaning noise from the room that Arthur and Eames have been sharing as sleeping quarters.
"I have actually given Eames an aneurism," Ariadne thinks aloud, almost proudly. "Eames? Eames, are you alright?"
Ariadne enters the room. Only Eames is visible, his face peeking out of the covers. An Arthur-shaped lump is stock-still under the covers.
"This hiding spot is ridiculously inadequate," Arthur hisses to Eames, who pets the lump lovingly over the covers.
"Oh," Ariadne says, shocked.
"That, that is a red bra," Eames replies, eyes wide. Arthur pops his head out to take a gander.
"Oh, lovely," he nods, then pops back under the covers.
"Leaving now," Ariadne squeaks.
"Yes," Eames nods.
-
"Saito?"
"Yes, Mr. Cobb?"
"I've got a question for you."
"I may or may not answer it, but feel free to ask away."
"How long have you had the French mob in Japanese custody?"
"... since the day before you arrived in France."
Pause.
"You all just seemed to be having so much fun together! I couldn't spoil it for you."
"... Saito."
"Yes, Mr. Cobb?"
"I'm hanging up on you now."
"Noted."
-
After Ariadne's graduation they remain in France, but move from Ariadne's too small flat into a suburban mansion that is just the right size for all of them.
There are weeks when Ariadne is on her period and everyone is very, very scared; there are days when Yusuf blows up an entire wing of the house trying to create the perfect dreaming solvent; there are times that Cobb worries too much; and there are hours when all is quiet, save the sounds of soft moaning and pet names being called. A deserved happiness permeates the house. All is well.
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Gen, Ariadne/Dom, Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Spoilers: For the movie.
Summary: The team reunites to protect their architect. They all move into Ariadne's apartment. Sexy hilarity ensues. Absolute, jolly good crack with a dash of fluff.
A/N: I've had bits and pieces of this scrawled across my chemistry notebooks for a couple of weeks; I finally decided to put it all together into a cracky schmoop-fest. A few references to Watchmen, Firefly, and Harry Potter are tucked in as well, see if you can spot them.
Dom flattens his LA Times against his kitchen table, brow furrowed. "Not good," he says gruffly. "Not good at all."
With the team having split up after the inception job, he is forced to watch them from afar: Arthur in New York, Eames in London (but always on the move), Yusuf in South Africa, Saito in Tokyo, and Ariadne in Paris, the city of love. Dom Cobb has to put in a lot of work to make sure that he keeps current with each member of his former team. He finds himself especially worried about a young university girl studying architecture, walking the streets of a foreign city alone-vulnerable. He could count on the others to be able to handle themselves in a gunfight. Had Ariadne ever even handled a gun in reality?
It is very time consuming, Cobb admits to himself, worrying about them all. It would be a lot easier if he had them in one place.
He's got the paper open to an article on a recent crime wave ravaging Paris. Flipping open his cell, he presses a number on his speed-dial.
Arthur picks up on the second ring.
"Have you picked up the Times today?" Cobb asks him, no preliminary greetings necessary.
"It worries me too. I'm sure it's the French mob, at it again," Arthur tells him frankly.
"She's all alone there," Cobb states bluntly. "She's got no protection."
"If anything happens to her..." Arthur trails off.
"How quickly can you assemble the team?"
"I've already called Eames. He says he'll be in Paris in five hours; he's already on Eurail."
Dom nods to himself. "Good. I'll fill in Saito."
-
"Hello, Saito."
"Mr. Cobb. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Has Arthur contacted you?"
"He may have."
"How fast can you have my children transferred to the American School in Paris?"
"I transferred them thirty-five minutes ago, Dom."
"... please tell me you haven't bought the school, Saito."
"It seemed neater."
-
And so Dom Cobb finds himself in Paris, surrounded by the jet-lagged, travel-weary members of his former team and his two children. Saito's men whisk his kids off to a nearby swanky hotel while the rest of the team hops a cab downtown. When Dom knocks on the door to Ariadne's studio apartment, his team in his wake, he realizes, in one small moment before she opens the door, that he has neglected to tell her about their arrival.
"Shit," is what he says as she opens the door.
"I'm going to count to three," Ariadne says slowly. "And then someone's going to tell me what the fuck is going on."
-
"We were worried, love. You haven't dealt with blokes like the French mob before. Slimy bastards," Eames tacks on.
"So you just move to Paris?" She is incredulous.
They are equally incredulous. "Of course."
"The French mob wants nothing to do with me. Pigs will fly before they put a hit out on me. I'm an architecture student! I keep a low profile here. I'm not really a serial criminal." She eyes Cobb. "It was sort of a one-time gig."
"But it was fun," Eames prods with a grin, "wasn't it?"
"I'm still not happy about this," Ariadne grumbles. "I am not smiling. See my non-smile?"
"We're staying here, in your flat," Arthur tells her in response. "Until the crime wave has diminished."
"You are all insane," Ariadne hisses. "The lot of you!"
She slams the door in their faces. A moment of silence passes, and she creaks the door open very slowly.
"Get in here."
-
"Arthur, tell Eames staring is rude," Ariadne calls out, smirking.
Ariadne is standing in her kitchen in a dark grey heathered tee shirt that Eames is finding oddly familiar, but cannot place due to the fact that his brain has had a slight aneurism at the slight of Ariadne without pants on.
"Staring is rude," Arthur tells Eames, but his eyes are also on Ariadne's bare legs.
"It's about the seven-hundreth time I've caught you looking, Eames," Ariadne continues, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She bends over the counter, and Eames can just barely see a flash of pantie. He makes a gurgling sound and clutches his mug of coffee tight.
"But-Ariadne..." Eames sputters out at the same time as Dom wanders into the room, bleary eyed, hair mussed, wearing a white tee shirt and jeans. It is the most casual Eames has seen him in a right long time, and he is momentarily distracted. But not for long: Ariadne cocks her hips to the side and takes a sip of her coffee before continuing:
"No buts about it. You all just invited yourself in here-" Cobb is behind her now, reaching for the pot of coffee; he moves around her like he knows the way she'll bend to his closeness- "am I really supposed to change my lifestyle completely for you?"
"No," Eames says shakily, "but wearing pants around the house would show one iota of consideration! We're at our limit!"
"I do not object to the no pants policy," Arthur says loudly. Eames shoots daggers at him with his eyes. Arthur shrugs. "Just thought I'd put that out there."
"Well I do," Eames hisses.
"You're such a hypocrite, Eames," Ariadne grins. "Aren't you the one who walked through LAX with no pants on?"
"NOT OF MY OWN VOLITION," Eames shouts, exasperated. "Does no one want to hear my side of the story?!" An expectant silence follows his words; Eames is shocked and blushes, apparently not expecting anyone to actually want to hear what had happened.
"Well," Eames says, clearing his throat. "It was all Arthur's fault."
"Excuse me?" Arthur says loudly.
"THIS IS BESIDES THE POINT. I demand PANTS, damnit."
Dom peers at them all from the edge of his own mug of coffee over Ariadne's shoulder.
"No," Ariadne says bluntly. "My house, my rules."
Eames drags his hands down his face in agony.
"Are there any other 'rules' I should be aware of, your majesty?" Eames says sarcastically, punctuating his words with a sip of coffee. Ariadne raises an eyebrow.
"Spontaneous orgasms."
Eames spit-takes the coffee he's drinking; Cobb raises his eyebrows; Arthur's mouth twitches into a small grin.
Yusuf calls out from the bathroom: "Did I just hear someone say orgasm?"
"They happen," Ariadne says, grinning wickedly. "Just a heads up."
Eames is torn between fainting and having a coronary.
-
"'Spontaneous' orgasms, my ass," Cobb murmurs into Ariadne's ear. He's got her up against the wall of the bedroom, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other dipping in between her legs. Her black panties are around her ankles. She mewls and arches against him.
"The look on Eames's face was priceless, though," Ariadne laughs, breath catching as Dom moves his fingers just right. "Hnnngh. Mmmm. You're good at this."
"I've been told," Dom says slyly. Ariadne pouts.
"Shut up, you, and kiss me."
He obeys, pressing smiling lips against her own. He moves from her lips to her ear, then to her neck; his breath is heavy and soft. "You really are going to give Eames a coronary," Dom murmurs to her.
"Tomorrow I'll wear pants, I swear," Ariadne breaths into his ear. "I'm not promising a shirt, though. Not unless I get yours again." She tugs at the grey tee and he smiles.
"It looks better on you," he smiles. "Now," he says, gathering her up in his arms and dropping her on the bed, "if anyone asks, I was at the grocers."
"Like I said... spontaneous orgasms."
"It really does kill me not to take the credit."
"I'm sure."
They touch.
-
"Oh Ea-ames..." the architect calls.
Ariadne is feeling wicked, but non-repentant, in her lacy red push-up bra and jeans.
She runs into Yusuf first.
All he says is, "I'll be in my bunk," and scurries off, looking flushed.
Suddenly, she hears a groaning noise from the room that Arthur and Eames have been sharing as sleeping quarters.
"I have actually given Eames an aneurism," Ariadne thinks aloud, almost proudly. "Eames? Eames, are you alright?"
Ariadne enters the room. Only Eames is visible, his face peeking out of the covers. An Arthur-shaped lump is stock-still under the covers.
"This hiding spot is ridiculously inadequate," Arthur hisses to Eames, who pets the lump lovingly over the covers.
"Oh," Ariadne says, shocked.
"That, that is a red bra," Eames replies, eyes wide. Arthur pops his head out to take a gander.
"Oh, lovely," he nods, then pops back under the covers.
"Leaving now," Ariadne squeaks.
"Yes," Eames nods.
-
"Saito?"
"Yes, Mr. Cobb?"
"I've got a question for you."
"I may or may not answer it, but feel free to ask away."
"How long have you had the French mob in Japanese custody?"
"... since the day before you arrived in France."
Pause.
"You all just seemed to be having so much fun together! I couldn't spoil it for you."
"... Saito."
"Yes, Mr. Cobb?"
"I'm hanging up on you now."
"Noted."
-
After Ariadne's graduation they remain in France, but move from Ariadne's too small flat into a suburban mansion that is just the right size for all of them.
There are weeks when Ariadne is on her period and everyone is very, very scared; there are days when Yusuf blows up an entire wing of the house trying to create the perfect dreaming solvent; there are times that Cobb worries too much; and there are hours when all is quiet, save the sounds of soft moaning and pet names being called. A deserved happiness permeates the house. All is well.