A/N - First fic of hopefully many for these two. I saw the movie yesterday and they are my new obsession.

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The Difference Between Arthur and Arthur

Kissing him in reality was much different than it was in a dream. Kissing him in a dream was like kissing a feather. There was this light feeling on youre lips, and although she knew she was kissing him, it felt like the feeling was just a memory, that it happened a long time ago, and she could no longer really feel it like she should?

Kissing him in reality was the opposite. It was hard, and passionate. It was hot. And unlike the dream kiss, she could feel everything going on, clear as crystal. Not at all like a memory. She could feel his hands tugging at her hair. She could feel the warmth of his body, pressing against her. She could feel absolutely everything. It was the only thing in reality, that acutally felt real, anymore.

She liked that with two different kisses, came two different Arthurs. The dream one, the one on the jobs, he was neat and tidy. Always prepared for anything. Shaply dressed, never a hair out of place. Same serious expression. It surprised her sometimes how easily he kept this Arthur away from her Arthur. Anyone who'd just met the team, would never have guessed that their point man and their architect were involved. Not unless they caught him watching her, or noticed the small smile he had, sometimes when they talked to each other. But no one ever did. She loved that no one noticed these things. They were their little secrets.

The other Arthur, the one off the job, he was unrecognizable to everyone but her. Sometimes she wondered, if she didn't know any better, would she still believe he was the same man. In all reality, he wasn't. Off the job Arthur, her Arthur, he was wild. Spontaneous. He was still a gentleman, he still always seemed to know exaclty what to do, but in an entirely different context. This Arthur, He liked to kiss her. A lot. And instead of hidden glances and tiny smiles, they had shirts ripping off and and hungry kisses. When Arthur was this Arthur, all he wanted was to be around her, he wanted to touch her, to feel every part of her. He knew every inch of her, knew exactly what to do, but honestly, when didn't he? He knew her better than she did. She loved that he was the only one who really knew these things. These were his little secrets.

She asked him once if he knew there were two Arthurs. He smiled, ran his hand gently down her cheek, and gave her a light kiss. And then he said, "Are you sure?" She wondered whether she should take out her chess piece and check. What if real Arthur was really dream Arthur, and dream Arthur was real Arthur in a dream? What difference would it make?

She didn't check. She figured if this was a dream, it was well worth sleeping.