Worth a Shot

Just a one shot A&A lovin' story. NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH MY OTHER STORIES! Please review! It's what keeps these kinds the lovin' going.

WARNING! This story has Erotica. Same as my other story "A Week at This Level". A SAD, SAD, SAD excuse for mindless sex. ENJOY!

~The Team had reached the end of the mission. It was successful. Cobb, his head high, his eyes bright, was returning to his children. Ariadne felt herself wanting to cry as she saw Miles greet the Extractor after he left baggage claim.

She smelled him before she saw him. His subtle cologne, and aftershave. His natural pheromones. It was irresistible. She turned around to she the Point Man taking her battered carry all off the luggage carousel. He cast her a quick look before carefully placing her bag over his.

"I thought we could all meet up for dinner." Eames said as they ignored Saito and Fischer. The Young Businessman was being escorted out of the airport by his personal driver.

"Oh that sounds nice." Ariadne said. She turned to look at Arthur. He had an uncomfortable look on his face, but nodded. She turned back to the Forger and smiled.

"Your buying." Eames added as they left the airport.

~Dinner was at a nice upscale restaurant. Arthur's taste. Yuseff and Eames talked about the Chemist's plans to go back to his "Dream Den". Eames was planning on taking himself, and his money, to Brazil.

"A nice warm country." The Forger was saying. "A little cash goes a long way. You can sleep on the beach and friendly people."

Arthur and Ariadne had been quite as they listened to Eames and Yuseff make plans to spend their share of the money.

"So," Arthur asked her. "What are your plans?" His voice was low. Not wanting Eames and Yuseff to overhear.

"Well, I was going to put it savings. I really didn't do this for the money." She told him, sipping the champagne that seemed to have no end. She could feel herself becoming tipsy.

"No, I meant after we leave here." the Point Man said softly. Eames and Yuseff were deeply involved in their conversation and didn't seem to hear or even care about them.

The Architect paused.

'What was he asking?' She thought.

"Um. Probably back to my hotel room." She said suddenly shy.

It was never in her nature to be shy. She didn't get ahead in school, in the world, by being passive. But Arthur had made her feel suddenly different.

She wasn't expecting him to kiss her in the dream. She wasn't looking for romance at all when she took this job. Arthur had been kind and patient. Someone she relied on with Cobb being so unsteady. She had not really noticed him in that way before.

She had chalked up his unexpected flirtation with her to the heat of the moment. She had put it out of her mind while the Team worked to complete the Mission.

Arthur's sudden attentions had cause her to feel like a silly little girl. After he had kissed her, she couldn't hide the blush from her face. Couldn't pretend to be normal again.

It was irritating.

And now... what was he asking her now? She decided the best way to deal with anything was to be bold. Nothing was accomplished in her life be being subversive.

"Why do you ask?" She looked up at him unblinking. He smiled. A real smile. Something he almost never did. She couldn't help but smile back. He shook his head and cast a quick glance at Yuseff and Eames before continuing.

"I was thinking, we could get a room together at my hotel." He whispered. His eyes locking with hers. She suddenly felt woozy. To much champagne. She knew exactly what that meant.

"I'm not the kind of girl who 'get's a room' with someone." She said softly. The champagne had made her feel less inhibited, but she was still in control.

"I know." He said gently. He was looking down at his hands. They were large and strong. She always liked his hands.

'What a stupid thing to think about.' She thought to herself.

"I'm sorry." She said rubbing her forehead. She was apologizing for her thoughts, not her rejection of him.

"It's alright." he said with a smile. "I know your not that kind of girl." He sighed heavily as Eames and Yuseff continued their conversation. Oblivious to the couple.

"I think I drank to much." He admitted leaning back in his chair. His nice long frame was comfortable in the trendy restaurant. He waived to the waiter and ordered them both a glass of water.

"Thank you." She said not looking at him. Not looking at his hands, his nicely tailored suit, the body underneath the suit, very strong and trim. His body was taller then hers. Yet, she was sure he would rest nicely on top of her. Not to heavy. Just right. Laying down, they would be the same height easy enough.

'Stop it!' She thought to herself.

She thought about how different he was in the dream compared to how he was with her before. When they were alone. When he was teaching her the dream. He had been gentle and relaxed.

On the mission, he had no patience. He always seemed angry with Cobb and the others. Never with her. Perhaps it was just the stress.

She suddenly wanted him. Irrationally, She wanted him. Wanted those hands on her bare flesh. Wanted to loosen his tie. Wanted his body on hers. She hated the idea of fooling around with someone she worked with, but according to Cobb, they would never work together again.

She might never see him again after tonight. She didn't want to kick herself in missing out on what might be a really wonderful thing. She was single and of age. No real reason not to, beside her own cowardice. Ariadne was no Coward.

Like a spoiled child, she wanted him and wouldn't settle for not having him. She took one last large sip of her champagne and cast a hopeful look at the Point Man.

"Alright." She said. Heat raising in her cheeks. Arthur looked up at her in surprise.

"Are you sure?" He asked in a reverent whisper. She nodded.

His hand went to his breast pocket. In one fluid movement he retrieved his wallet and removed several large bills. Enough to pay for the entire tab and a generous tip. Eames and Yuseff never even noticed that they were leaving. The Forger and Chemist were laughing loudly over their own plans.

Arthur stood up gracefully. His hand at the small of her back as he confidently guided her out of the restaurant. She felt herself blush as she was sure the other patrons and staff knew what the young couple was leaving to go and do.

'I'm going to have sex with him.' She thought wildly. He head spinning fro the champagne. She felt herself smile at the thought. She was looking forward to this. Almost giddy with excitement.

Arthur quickly hailed a cab for them. The city had faded into night fall while the Team had been inside the restaurant. The Point Man held the door open for her and she attempted to climb in gracefully. She was not used to drinking and her world was slightly tipsy. She smiled to herself as she thought.

'Try not to act drunk.' She managed to slid in the back seat as Arthur casually maneuvered close to her.

"Bel-Air Hotel, Please." Arthur said confidently. Ariadne smiled.

'Arthur's Taste.' She thought. She suddenly realized her head was on his shoulder. His hands were over her own. His hands... just as strong and impressive as she imagined. She felt her body becoming aroused by him.

~Very soon they were at the hotel. Arthur helped her out of the cab into an opulent but cozy lobby. He whispered for sit down while he arranged for their room. She did so, happy to just watch him walk away and to the concierge.

She was proud of him. Proud of the way he carried himself. His style of dress. His impressive manners. She knew he didn't really belong to her. But she was proud no the less.

He returned to her, and she smiled up at him. He looked happy and relaxed as she stood and threaded her arm through his. A bell hop took their bags out into a lovely garden. Tall trees and well tended flowers met them. A large magical pond glowed in a world that seemed cut off from the busy city. It was complete with a pair of swans that glided beautifully across the water. Ariadne looked in surprise as they approach not a hotel room, but a little bungalow.

"Hope you don't mind." He whispered as the bell hop opened the door. "I've always been a sucker for the Swan Lake room." She only nodded.

'Maybe this is just a dream.' She thought suddenly. This was to perfect. To perfect my any stretch of the imagination.

~The bell hop left their bags quickly after showing them around the bungalow. Arthur discretely passed him a tip and locked the door behind him as they were finally alone.

Ariadne made a fast retreat to the lush bathroom and shut the door behind her. She had her travel bag with her, she could feel herself start to sober up. She reached into her pant's pocket to retrieve her bishop. It held the same weight, and feel as she expected. She placed in gently on the bathroom counter. She knocked it over. It made the same satisfying clank as she knew, she hoped, it would. She was awake.

She looked at herself in the mirror. And smiled. She wanted to do this. She really did. She washed her face till it shone. She was still young enough to not need make-up. So she left her face natural. She changed swiftly out of her travel clothes. Hating the stink of car pollution. She wished she had thought to bring some kind of sexy night gown with her. But she didn't even own anything like that.

Her pajamas were old and worn. She preferred comfort over style. Beside, she didn't have much use for sexy lingerie. She looked over her spartan and practical clothes carefully. He was waiting for her.

Finally, he eyes caught a matching bra and panty set she had packed as a back up. They were black and lacy. Uncomfortable and ill fitting.

"Doesn't matter.' She thought boldly. 'I won't wear them for very long.' She striped herself completely. Put on the itchy yet sexy two piece and made quick work of shaving her legs and under arms. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The bra was horribly unforgiving as far as comfort went, but it made her breasts move upward and separate. Giving the illusion they were larger and perkier then she could ever have imagined. She smiled at herself as she turned around to examine her reflection. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the bedroom.

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