Ariadne was not, on the whole, a timid person. She'd always had a tendency to jump head-first into things, so if there were any butterflies in her stomach, they were anticipatory, not nervous.
Not that there was a whole lot of difference.
And she knew Arthur. Okay, not long, and not very well, given that most of their conversations up to this point had always been about work - the job. But she knew enough to know that he liked her, he liked spending time with her as much as she liked spending time with him. And he was attracted to her, if their make-out session in her dream the day before had been any indication.
She wasn't any kind of seductress, but the skirt she wore showed off her legs, just a bit, and the lipstick was just red enough to draw attention to her mouth. Chalk it up to vanity.
When the buzzer rang, she had just taken a curling iron to her hair, why, she wasn't sure. It was already wavy, down around her shoulders.
Oddly enough, when she got downstairs and actually saw him, she relaxed, instantly at ease again.
( ... )
Being in people's subconscious was a great ice-breaker for most things in general. Not to mention that in ten hours time Arthur and Ariadne had been through what was probably somewhere close the equivalent of a full week's worth of the best team building activities. And that wasn't to mention all the time in dreams just planning the Fischer job.
It was exactly the reason why Arthur trusted Cobb without question, soundlessly and exactingly. Most of a decade in business together in the real world was a good amount of time on it's own--and then the dreaming compounded it.
Still--funny enough--no matter how many dreams he'd shared with Ariadne, it didn't prepare Arthur for seeing her legs. He might have looked a touch too long to be polite before his eyes rose, focused on the rosy lips, and then were dragged upward to dark eyes.
"Of course I did; this is my special occasion vest." A half a smile picked at his mouth before Arthur added, "you look wonderful."
"Thanks," she accepted the compliment graciously. "So where are we going? Somewhere suitably impressive, I hope, with an equally impressive wine list." She'd always figured Arthur for a wine lover, it was time to test that out.
She knew the essence of the man, she knew his character and his trustworthiness. Now it was time to learn about the little things: his history, the food he liked, his taste in music - anything else she could think of, and given adequate time, Ariadne could think of a lot that she wanted to know.
One eyebrow was lifted and Arthur acquiesced with a nod. "It does have an impressive wine list. Am I that transparent or is that a happy coincidence?" He took a hand out of his pocket to point them down the street and started them walking.
Unlike Ariadne, Arthur wasn't ready to throw her into the fire just yet. It was true they hadn't done much talking that wasn't about business but he wasn't exactly the firing squad kind of guy.
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Not that there was a whole lot of difference.
And she knew Arthur. Okay, not long, and not very well, given that most of their conversations up to this point had always been about work - the job. But she knew enough to know that he liked her, he liked spending time with her as much as she liked spending time with him. And he was attracted to her, if their make-out session in her dream the day before had been any indication.
She wasn't any kind of seductress, but the skirt she wore showed off her legs, just a bit, and the lipstick was just red enough to draw attention to her mouth. Chalk it up to vanity.
When the buzzer rang, she had just taken a curling iron to her hair, why, she wasn't sure. It was already wavy, down around her shoulders.
Oddly enough, when she got downstairs and actually saw him, she relaxed, instantly at ease again. ( ... )
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It was exactly the reason why Arthur trusted Cobb without question, soundlessly and exactingly. Most of a decade in business together in the real world was a good amount of time on it's own--and then the dreaming compounded it.
Still--funny enough--no matter how many dreams he'd shared with Ariadne, it didn't prepare Arthur for seeing her legs. He might have looked a touch too long to be polite before his eyes rose, focused on the rosy lips, and then were dragged upward to dark eyes.
"Of course I did; this is my special occasion vest." A half a smile picked at his mouth before Arthur added, "you look wonderful."
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She knew the essence of the man, she knew his character and his trustworthiness. Now it was time to learn about the little things: his history, the food he liked, his taste in music - anything else she could think of, and given adequate time, Ariadne could think of a lot that she wanted to know.
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Unlike Ariadne, Arthur wasn't ready to throw her into the fire just yet. It was true they hadn't done much talking that wasn't about business but he wasn't exactly the firing squad kind of guy.
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