Disclaimer: Inception does not belong to me, however sad that makes me.

Ariadne stood and pursed her lips. Arthur watched her closely from the other side of the room; every movement of her gentle, elegant body fascinated him. He weaved in and out of the crowd to the bar and pulled out a stool, his eyes rested Ariadne again, her eyes were roaming the crowded room, her eyes stopped on Eames for a moment then she kept on searching the room. Arthur dragged his eyes away from Ariadne and addressed the barmaid in fount of him, she was naturally pretty- not a trace of makeup, just the way he liked his women.

"What can I get you?" the barmaid asked with a small shy smile,

"Gin and tonic, please." He handed her a five pound note, holding onto her hand a moment too long, she blushed in return and shifted her eyes.

Arthur took a sip of his gin and tonic and kept his eyes firmly on the glass in his hands, he circled the top repeatedly.

"Stare at that glass any longer and I think it might smash." Eames warned smugly, "I think that barmaid has a crush on you." Arthur glanced over his shoulder at her; she smiled nervously and dropped her eyes.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"When was the last time you got laid, Arthur?" Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Ah Eames, you do have a way with words."

"Only as much as you have a way with the ladies," Eames smirked; Arthur stood and downed his drink glaring into his eyes, he slammed his glass on the bar and walked away. "Looks like I hit a nerve." Eames chuckled under his breath watching Arthur walk away.

Ariadne felt very out of place, about as out of place as Arthur looked in this club, the banging loud music had given her a headache. She had been dressed in a black dress- way too short for her taste; it had been Eames of course who insisted that she dressed up. She caught a glimpse of Arthur walking out of the door; she moved swiftly through the bodies and followed him out. Once she stepped out, she felt how hot she'd been, she took a deep breath, letting the clean air dance around her lungs. Listening to the sound of her stilettos clicking on the pavement she made her way over to Arthur, he was lent against the wall looking intently at his shoes.

"Something interesting on those shoes?" She joked. She saw him physically jump- he'd been in another world.

"Indeed there is."

"Are you okay?" Ariadne asked, trying not to pry.

"Yeah, just clearing my head- it's crowded in there. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just the same, I think I'm about ready to leave."

"Me too, shall I walk you back?" Ariadne smiled, always the gentleman, always the point man.

"Please," Arthur pushed off the wall and offered for Ariadne to go first; she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the chill. She felt the gentle graze of Arthurs hand over her shoulder as he placed his suit jacket over her, she hugged it tight "thanks."

Arthur tried to keep his eyes off Ariadne, slightly annoyed at the fact she barely glanced at him.

"It's a beautiful night." Ariadne commented. Arthur looked at her- taking the chance readily.

"It is." He whispered, Ariadne's eyes shot to Arthur, they held each other's glance for a few seconds; it was Ariadne who broke it Arthur noted.

"Do you know about the stars?"

"Not at all, do you?" Ariadne looked up at the sky; Arthur watched the way her eyes fluttered.

"I know them quite well actually."

"I'm surprised."

"I'll show you some if you like?" Arthur watched her reaction carefully, a wide smile spread across her face.

"I'd love that." Arthur stopped walking and looked at the sky, he pointed one out.

"That one is called 'Diamond star' it's a white dwarf." Ariadne followed Arthur's finger, her brow furrowed.

"That one?" She asked, she pointed to a star, Arthur laughed.

"Come here," He pulled her body close to his and entwined their hands, "This one." He whispered, pointing to the right star.

"Oh," Ariadne muttered, surprised at Arthurs closeness. "What about that one?" she asked moving their hands.

Arthur glanced at it, "That one's called Barnard's star. It's one of closest apart from the sun."

"Wow." Arthur pulled his hand out of Ariadne's softly and started walking again, Ariadne caught up.

"How do you know so much about stars?"

"Before I became a point man-"

"The point man." Ariadne corrected.

"Before I became the point man," Arthur laughed "I was studying astronomy."

"And you just decided to become the point man?" Ariadne asked jokingly.

"I was approached; they were impressed with my work ethic. I was only nineteen at the time."

"Isn't it a bit of a drastic change?"

"I guess, but in astronomy there is a lot of researching, I was only on the course for about 6 months."

"Did you have training to become the point man?"

"Not especially, I had training going into dreams- as you did. But mine was longer than yours; you picked it up incredibly fast." Ariadne smiled.

"Thank you, Arthur."

They walked to Ariadne's apartment in a light comfortable silence after that. Arthur couldn't keep himself from glancing at Ariadne every thirty seconds; luckily she didn't notice.

"This is me," Ariadne nodded up to the block of apartments. "Thanks for walking me back."

"No problem, it was my pleasure." Arthur lowered his head and planted a kiss on her cheek, he smiled, turned on his heal and walked away. Ariadne stood, rooted to the spot, staring after him. Suddenly she remembered that she was still wearing his jacket.

"Arthur!" She called, he turned.

"I still have your jacket."

"That's okay, bring it tomorrow." He called back.

"Eames will get the wrong idea." Ariadne laughed Arthur smirked.

"Let him."