Eames felt the caress of a warm mouth against his ear, soft hot breath against his cheek. She smelled like lavender, like she always did, but with a strong scent of hot cinnamon gum that he had never seen her chew.

She was familiar, and the perfect version of the girl of his dreams. She was the girl of his dreams.

He turned to her and smiled and she grinned back, her thin, tinted-red lips pulling away from her sharp white teeth. He reached out to her, a thumb stroking across her perfect pale skin, her freckles the only imperfection—he didn't think that they were, thought. They were just one more thing that was exquisite about her. His fingers would themselves into her dark curly hair, left down and pulled forward over her pale shoulder in a bunch of deep red curls.

And he smiled again, her hands responded to his touch and pet his arms, moving up to stroke his lip and then to set against his shoulder and chest. He kissed her and she grinned against his mouth before pulling him closer and into a deeper kiss.

***"Anything yet?" Came a voice from over Caden's shoulder. She turned quickly, startled and pulled the mechanic device from her head to glare at Lari.

"Don't fucking sneak up on me." Caden mumbled, pulling the visor back over her eyes, checking to make sure that Eames had actually woken up fully.

"What are you doing in there? Why haven't you gotten anything yet, Caden?"

"He's not giving me anything to work with." Caden mumbled angrily, glaring still at Lari as she tossed the headset into the bag beside the chair she was situated in. "I can't do anything until he starts dreaming about something else. Anything else." She sighed and leaned back in the chair and Lari offered her a stick of gum. Caden took it thankfully and pulled the wrapper off before stuffing the stick of Big Red between her teeth and chewed vigorously. She had been told many times before, surprising as it was, that she was a violent gum chewer. She always just smiled, nodded, and continued chewing, hoping to scare those people off.

"So what does he dream about?" Lari asked, leaning on the back of the chair, watching the Boys coil wires and stuff them into corresponding duffel bags, laying about the lab haphazardly.

"I don't know." Caden mumbled, rubbing her temples and pulling her glasses from between her cleavage, hooked onto her loose shirt and slid them over her nose. "Stuff that isn't helpful."

"Really, cos I peeked in and you looked like you were being helped pretty well."

"Oh shut up, Lari." Caden mumbled, standing up from the chair and stretching up, rubbing a numb butt-cheek. "You shouldn't have even been in there in the first place. What if he had seen you?"

"Then it would have made things weird between you, I guess. Having your little sister walking in while you're dream fucking some English guy..." Lari said, frowning at her older sister angrily. Caden glared back, biting at her lip. "Do you know how disappointed mom would have been in you if she knew?" Caden just laughed.

"If you don't want mom to be disappointed, why don't you go get your PhD. D.?" Caden mumbled stretching more and looking down at her watch. "Then you could do everything right, couldn't you?"

"Its not just that, you know. Its more than being a doctor, and understanding brains, otherwise I could do it. Its something you and mom have."

"Recessive genes?" Caden responded, flipping her red hair over her shoulder to show what she meant.

"No. Just that something. You and mom could do it. Me and dad couldn't."

"Years of training. Mom trained me. That's all, Lari." Caden said, simply, lifting her bag to her shoulder and pulling her hair back over her shoulder. "You can't do it because you didn't get training. You can't do it cos mom didn't want to pass this on to both of us. She didn't know she was going to have two kids. She taught me. That's all."

"So teach me, too." Lari mumbled, glaring at her sister. Caden sighed.

"Not that simple."

"Whatever." Lari grumbled, going into pout mode as she glowered at her older sibling. "Fucking do something with Eames. You're going to get your dream-self pregnant. Its going to be weird."

"Its not that simple."

"Stop saying that."

"Its more complicated than that." Caden said frowning now before glancing at her watch again. "You have an hour and a half to clear the Boys out of here."

"Why is it more complicated?"

"This isn't like Extraction, like what you learned about. This is like Hypnosis. I can't make a dream world and then put him inside it and then work with it there, and get inside his head. No. I have to wait for him to dream up something so I can enter it, and pick his brain from there."

"So change his dream." Lari said. "I thought you could do that."

"No, I can't. I can go into a dream, put an idea in there. And then I leave." Caden spat, turning and stomping away, her high-heels clicking loudly on the labs sterile linoleum. "Get the fuck out of here. I'm going home."

***Caden sat in front of her computer, typing away, not typing anything in particular, just ideas. All the different ways she could try and change the course of Eames' dream so she could fuck around in it. So far she had practically none. She needed to get to England, she figured. To be closer to him, so she could read him easier. Dreams and a few photographs weren't going to cut it. She had no idea what his personality was so far, and she couldn't try to influence him in any way if she didn't know how he would react to anything.

She rubbed at her temples trying to think. Working two long jobs was too much for her. She barely slept as it was, and with the stress of trying to figure out how to make Eames dream about anything but sex, she didn't think she would ever sleep, now.

It would just be days and days of trying to get him to think about something else before he went to bed, and as he was a man, she doubted that that was humanly possible. She was just going to have to interrupt him when he started getting sexy in his dreams. And do what she had to.

Or fly to England so she could try and warp his brain a little, and try to get him to let her in.

And besides that, if she ended up in his town and hung out long enough, he was bound to see her—especially if she followed him. And he would recognize her. Because she had made it that way, had done something memorable, so that he wouldn't forget her. The cinnamon gum and the lavender perfume. The mind's memory worked in scents the best.

He would recognize her though, was the main point. He would know it was her, and he would pursue her. She knew how his mind worked. You don't just walk away from the girl of your dreams.