First Kiss

It felt so real... The kiss that she shared with him while they were at the hotel.

Well, it wasn't actually a hotel. It was the second level of the dreaming extraction and the building was nothing more than a projection of the subconscious. The people who were part of the mission those past few weeks technically had no physical embodiment. Ariadne was puzzled, and not puzzled as in "I'm stuck on this physics formula, could you help me?" In fact, almost all of the school work she was assigned to was never too hard for her. The first time in all of Ariadne's life, she was royally stumped.

What was the problem that seemed so unsolvable? The feelings of frustration revolved around one man, and one man only: her colleague Arthur, the point man.

Ariadne could have easily said no when he requested her to kiss him, yet she obeyed the command as if a driving force possessed her to do it. Was it because of the dangerous subconscious that was slowly knowing of their appearance? Technically, it all was a dream, yet as she felt his lips on hers... why did they feel so warm? He was slippery, avoiding problems here and there, including physical blows. His totem, the loaded die suited him well. Yet when it came to work with the Inception and helping his fellow men, he stayed sharp. He was focused. His aim precise and carefully thought out. The point man was loyal. Never leaving his colleagues' sides and staying out till the end of the fight. At times, he couldn't help himself and ran away the moment he was hunted down, but his loyalty to the gang was deeper than his desire to take a bag loaded with dollar bills that was sitting in front of him.

The moment she realized the fact, she felt her face go hot. Ariadne never let anything challenging thwart her, yet Arthur always seemed to slip through her fingers at every chance she tried to figure him out. After their lips brushed against each other, she wasn't furious at Arthur for violating her space. Slowly, thoughts of fear crept through her hairs as she came to another conclusion.

Was it the opposite that she was feeling? It was almost as if she enjoyed it...

She was a graduate student. Barely out of girlhood. How old was he? Who knows, he could be in his thirties, forties...! Either way, a match like that would have everyone's disapproval. Who knows what he did, he could be a wanted man, but they weren't together. There was no match to disapprove of. When Ariadne was finished with the mission, she'd be out of the gang's life, getting back to the institution with a degree to her name, and live a normal life. She'd be out of their hair and out of Arthur's life...

As soon as fathoming days without seeing Arthur's face went through Ariadne's mind, she didn't know why she felt her insides go hollow. They were empty... dark and couldn't function.

She hate it when she didn't have the answers. The feeling made her frustrated, which she hated with such a passion. On the days when she felt depressed, she didn't know why she felt so much lighter as she saw Arthur's smiling face.

Perhaps... maybe she was in love with the point man.

Oh, boy...

Note*~

Chapter two coming up...! TBC... The real actual kiss! haha spoilerrrrrrr

Hope you liked this! It didn't say on Wiki what Arthur and Ariadne's characters were like, so I had to judge based on their totems. Hope it turned out alright... My new OTP...! *heart*

Peace!