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Title: Hers
Rating: R
Word Count: 832
Pairing: Ariadne/Arthur
Summary: Response to a prompt here at inception_kink. Cross-posted to sunlitshadow and arthur_ariadne
The door to Ariadne's office opens and quickly slams shut again, jerking the architect's attention away from the complex drawing on her desk. By the time she looks up and recognizes Arthur is in front of her, he's hauling her up from the chair, nudging her onto the edge of the desk and devouring her mouth.
When she chokes on a moan and her body unconsciously angles closer to Arthur's roaming hands, he starts stripping her down, amused by her attempts to do the same. Ariadne's small fingers fight the buttons of his vest and shirt and pants until she finally has him nude before her.
Not for the first time, she admires the lean beauty of the man before her. Those tailored suits hid corded muscle and a body honed into taut readiness for anything the dreamscape - or reality - could throw at him. If you caught her at the right moment, she'd admit to a fascination for his hands and forearms, bared by the rolled sleeves of his staid button-down shirts.
Arthur grows impatient with her perusal and attacks her neck with teeth and tongue, while her hands twine behind his neck, mussing the perfectly slicked locks. His wide palm sprawls across her back, stroking the softness of her skin and smearing the beads of sweat that've just begun. Her hands are busily working between them, sliding down his stomach to wrap delicate fingers around him. When he swears under his breath, she nearly laughs, loving the power she has over him in this moment, the only times she feels the tables are turned between them. He catches Ariadne's amusement and their brown eyes lock as he shoots her a challenging look before sliding his free hand up her inner thigh. The laugh dies as her breath catches on a burst of pleasure.
By the time he slides into Ariadne's warm, willing body, his arms are locked around her small frame with both hands both buried in the brunette curls, holding her upright and pressing her soft curves full-length against his own body. Their love-making is rough, frantic and though he shows his feelings for her in every kiss and nip and stroke of her body, Arthur knows he's bruised her, rutting against the tabletop like this.
Ariadne could care less if she'd be sore in the morning, lost in being with him. When her orgasm starts shivering through her body, her hands move from their grip on his waist up to cup either side of his face. She uses her hold to force Arthur's mouth back to hers, letting her cries be swallowed into his mouth as she shakes and shivers in his arms. He speeds up his own movements as she comes around him, knowing it gives her that much more from her release. Moments later she sinks her teeth into his lower lip, wraps her fingers tightly into his hair, and pulls, hard. He jerks against her, eyes wide in surprise and a bolt of pure lust, and within seconds he's shuddering into her until they're both slumped against the desk.
Eventually they find their way to bed, via another sweaty round of sex up against the shower wall. Ariadne lays on her back with Arthur pressed in against her side, propped up on an elbow. He traces a fingertip across her collarbones before sending the rest of his fingertips skimming over the skin below her ear as he watches in fascination.
Not for the first time, he admires the soft beauty of the woman before him. She was always pretty, and her smile lit up her face, but in these private moments after she gives herself over to him is when he realizes that to him she is the most beautiful woman in the world. He leans in to nuzzle against her neck, the warm expanse of skin that seemed so ordinary on most women, until he found her, who nearly always hid it away from the world.
She watches his face, and studies his expressions as he is currently studying her body. They've been lovers for weeks now, since the Fischer job, but this is the first time she feels she's seeing the real Arthur behind the focus he puts into being Cobb's point man. His hair, mussed from their earlier bouts of sex, hasn't been gelled and slicked, and curls over his forehead in dark waves. Ariadne can't resist touching, sliding onto her side and snuggling herself into the curve of his body before burying her hands into the thick strands she'd pulled so unexpectedly earlier.
He nearly shifts away, before he remembers, this is Ariadne, who has already seen more of him than anyone other than his coworkers. She has stripped away not just his clothes, but his rigid focus on work until now, with her, he is only himself. Tilting his head down to rest his forehead against hers, he slips an arm over her waist and surrenders. He is hers.
Rating: R
Word Count: 832
Pairing: Ariadne/Arthur
Summary: Response to a prompt here at inception_kink. Cross-posted to sunlitshadow and arthur_ariadne
The door to Ariadne's office opens and quickly slams shut again, jerking the architect's attention away from the complex drawing on her desk. By the time she looks up and recognizes Arthur is in front of her, he's hauling her up from the chair, nudging her onto the edge of the desk and devouring her mouth.
When she chokes on a moan and her body unconsciously angles closer to Arthur's roaming hands, he starts stripping her down, amused by her attempts to do the same. Ariadne's small fingers fight the buttons of his vest and shirt and pants until she finally has him nude before her.
Not for the first time, she admires the lean beauty of the man before her. Those tailored suits hid corded muscle and a body honed into taut readiness for anything the dreamscape - or reality - could throw at him. If you caught her at the right moment, she'd admit to a fascination for his hands and forearms, bared by the rolled sleeves of his staid button-down shirts.
Arthur grows impatient with her perusal and attacks her neck with teeth and tongue, while her hands twine behind his neck, mussing the perfectly slicked locks. His wide palm sprawls across her back, stroking the softness of her skin and smearing the beads of sweat that've just begun. Her hands are busily working between them, sliding down his stomach to wrap delicate fingers around him. When he swears under his breath, she nearly laughs, loving the power she has over him in this moment, the only times she feels the tables are turned between them. He catches Ariadne's amusement and their brown eyes lock as he shoots her a challenging look before sliding his free hand up her inner thigh. The laugh dies as her breath catches on a burst of pleasure.
By the time he slides into Ariadne's warm, willing body, his arms are locked around her small frame with both hands both buried in the brunette curls, holding her upright and pressing her soft curves full-length against his own body. Their love-making is rough, frantic and though he shows his feelings for her in every kiss and nip and stroke of her body, Arthur knows he's bruised her, rutting against the tabletop like this.
Ariadne could care less if she'd be sore in the morning, lost in being with him. When her orgasm starts shivering through her body, her hands move from their grip on his waist up to cup either side of his face. She uses her hold to force Arthur's mouth back to hers, letting her cries be swallowed into his mouth as she shakes and shivers in his arms. He speeds up his own movements as she comes around him, knowing it gives her that much more from her release. Moments later she sinks her teeth into his lower lip, wraps her fingers tightly into his hair, and pulls, hard. He jerks against her, eyes wide in surprise and a bolt of pure lust, and within seconds he's shuddering into her until they're both slumped against the desk.
Eventually they find their way to bed, via another sweaty round of sex up against the shower wall. Ariadne lays on her back with Arthur pressed in against her side, propped up on an elbow. He traces a fingertip across her collarbones before sending the rest of his fingertips skimming over the skin below her ear as he watches in fascination.
Not for the first time, he admires the soft beauty of the woman before him. She was always pretty, and her smile lit up her face, but in these private moments after she gives herself over to him is when he realizes that to him she is the most beautiful woman in the world. He leans in to nuzzle against her neck, the warm expanse of skin that seemed so ordinary on most women, until he found her, who nearly always hid it away from the world.
She watches his face, and studies his expressions as he is currently studying her body. They've been lovers for weeks now, since the Fischer job, but this is the first time she feels she's seeing the real Arthur behind the focus he puts into being Cobb's point man. His hair, mussed from their earlier bouts of sex, hasn't been gelled and slicked, and curls over his forehead in dark waves. Ariadne can't resist touching, sliding onto her side and snuggling herself into the curve of his body before burying her hands into the thick strands she'd pulled so unexpectedly earlier.
He nearly shifts away, before he remembers, this is Ariadne, who has already seen more of him than anyone other than his coworkers. She has stripped away not just his clothes, but his rigid focus on work until now, with her, he is only himself. Tilting his head down to rest his forehead against hers, he slips an arm over her waist and surrenders. He is hers.