DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

This was such a weird idea. It came to me whilst I was listening to this piece of music -Brentan Wood, Oogum Boogum- and I could totally imagine Eames and Ariadne dancing to this. Will add some more, I'm liking this! Enjoy and review please!

As Ariadne walked into the warehouse one morning, she was confused. From at least two streets down, she could hear a faint music pounding from the warehouse. The thing is, she couldn't for the life of her figure out who would be playing music. Cobb is much too discreet, Arthur wouldn't dream of playing his music aloud, and Yusuf spent most of his time making new compounds.

She doubted that even Eames wouldn't do such a thing.

She was wrong.

As she entered the warehouse, she was met with Eames tugging on her arm, pulling her further into the warehouse.

"Eames!" she cried.

Eames grinned. "Come on love, dance with me!"

Ariadne pulled her arm away and blushed. No, she wasn't going to dance. She had far too much self preservation…

Eames however, obviously didn't have the same morale. He was perfectly content in standing in the middle of the warehouse floor, twisting and turning as he pleased. As she watched, she had to admit, he wasn't at all bad. In fact, it was the most relaxed she had ever seen him. His shirt sleeves rolled up as far as they would go over his arms, a stereo which he had obviously brought from home was pounding away some music from a past era.

Eames walked over and pulled her satchel right off her shoulder, mischievous grin on his face. Ariadne hurried after him, reaching for her bag.

"Eames! That has all my designs in it!" she protested, reaching again for her bag, only for it to be pulled out of the air by the much taller man.

"Dance with me, and you'll get it back," he reasoned, eyebrow raised.

Ariadne placed her hands on her hips. "No"

"Why the hell not?" Eames smiled. "Nobody's here yet, it's a lovely day, don't you ever dance for christ's sake?"

Ariadne paused for a moment before turning to look around. He was right, there was nobody else in the warehouse. And she did really need her bag…

"Come on, don't you ever just have to dance?"

Eames held out his hand expectantly. Ariadne glared at it for a moment before reaching her it and allowing him to pull her closer. She reluctantly moved around with him for a few moments, glaring at his grin.

"For god sake's love, you're not very enthusiastic," he said, holding her arms and leading her around.

She sighed before she started moving with him.

"That's the spirit!"

It wasn't long before Ariadne started smiling. Before long she was actually enjoying it, moving on her own accord with Eames, perfectly content in the moment.

"Since when can you dance?" she asked over the music.

Eames smiled. "Since birth."

"Why am I not surprised," she commented, rolling her eyes.

"You need to move a bit more. Here," Eames said, placing his hand on the small of her back, pushing her forward. Any other man, and Ariadne would be embarrassed, but it was Eames. The man touched anything and everything.

They continued to dance, and Ariadne actually found it one of the most pleasant experiences she'd had in a while. She couldn't actually remember the last time she'd just let go like this.

They danced until the music ended, and when the song ended, Eames bend down and placed a light kiss on Ariadne's hand.

"Thank you, that was most lovely," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Can I have my bag now?"

Eames smiled and threw her the bag, which she skillfully caught. She looked up to him, as she just realised what she spent the last few minutes doing. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, hoping the lush on her cheeks wasn't visible.

"Eames, don't tell anyone about this," she warned.

Eames smirked and chuckled quietly. "Well, I think they'll remember what they just saw."

Ariadne's eyebrows knitted together as she turned around and froze. Indeed, standing by the door were the faces of Cobb, Yusuf and Arthur.

Oh god, Arthur.

Ariadne could defiantly feel the furious blush in her cheeks now as she took in the expressions of her team mates.

"…Well. That was…interesting," Cobb commented, clearly amused by her horrified expression.

"Brava Ariadne, must say, Eames doesn't normally have such a skilled dance partner," Yusuf teased.

Ariadne looked at Arthur, who was wearing an expression she couldn't quite place. Shock and dare she say…jealousy?

"He…he…took my bag," she mumbled pathetically, in an attempt to come up with a reason for her spontaneous dancing. "I didn't realise…"

"No, no…you were…beau-….good," Arthur stumbled, keeping his gaze on the floor.

Ariadne felt a hand pat her on the bag, to which she guessed was Eames.

"Thanks for that darling, perhaps once again tomorrow."

Oh how she would have loved to slap that silly, satisfied look off the Forger's face.