[Author's Note: I figured I could not go an entire story without having a first name for Eames, so I decided to give him one that IMO he would not like- thus why we do not know about it].

Addison Stafford fanned herself with a folded newspaper as she sat cross-legged, alone, at a two person table in the café amidst the hotel. She wore Gucci sunglasses and a black sun dress- causing her to stick out among the black, male, Kenyans.

"Those sunglasses aren't quite helping you fit in, darling," Eames finally returned to their table after a bout of gambling had finished. He handed her a glass of water and sat down across from her. She uncapped the water and placed the newspaper fan down on the table. "Well, it doesn't help that I'm white or female either," she replied half-heartedly. Normally she was quite the match for her beau's witty banter. But it was too hot, and she was too sick of Mombasa to truly try.

Eames gave a small smile and leaned back in his chair, eating one of the nuts out of the palm of his hand.

"Can we leave this place yet?" she asked exasperatedly. They'd been in Mombasa for far too long, in her opinion. They'd been hired by Cobalt Engineering to do a job in their field and…they hadn't left yet.

Eames shook his head, "But don't worry…just a bit more gambling and we'll have enough money to hop a plane and go anywhere we'd like…" he said- like that was comforting.

"Can't we just settle for the winnings you have now and hop a plane to the US…the land of air conditioning and the English language?" Addison replied.

"Now, Addy, you know there's another reason for sticking around…" he said in a lower voice, to keep their conversation between them only.

Addison nodded, "But we haven't heard anything about Dom in weeks…and why would he risk coming back into Cobalt's backyard?" she whispered back, leaning forward a bit.

"Because he is willing to take necessary risks," Eames replied. Addison sighed and sipped her water before picking her newspaper back up and lazily fanning it from side to side. There was a moment's pause. Both Eames and Addison looked around the café. Addison's attention was finally drawn back to Eames when she realized his gaze hadn't left her. She looked at him expectantly.

"But why don't I make it up to you?" he asked, leaning forward over the table. Addison slowly smirked, "That might just work…" she responded.

"I'll grab us some drinks and meet you up in the room, eh?" he asked. Addison nodded as she stood up. She crossed to his side of the table and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "You'd better hurry, or I might just start without you…" she kissed his ear.

"Well, just as long as you don't finish without me," he replied, teasing. He stood up and headed towards the bar and she headed for the stairs.

In the hotel room, Addison splashed some water on her face and ran a brush through her hair. She turned around, facing away from the mirror when the hotel room door clicked open again and Eames entered with an alcoholic beverage in each hand. He set them down on the nightstand as Addison spoke, standing in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom, "I'm not ready."

"Ready or not…" Eames shrugged. He moved forward, grabbed her around the waist and then laid her down on the bed, kissing her all the way down. He hovered over her, their bodies moving in a fluid motion…

…until it was interrupted by a rapping on the door. Addison felt Eames pull up but she held onto his jacket, "Ignore it…"

Eames kissed her again, but the knocking happened again, "Mr. Eames?" a familiar voice sounded from behind the door. Addison sat up just as Eames laid back. "Told you," Eames whispered. He got off the bed and straightened his jacket. Addison rolled her eyes but fixed her hair just before Eames opened the door, "Couldn't have come at a worst time," he greeted their old friend.

Cobb smirked, "Go big or go home," he smiled with a shrug, hands in his pockets. He looked over Eames' shoulder to the woman on the bed, "Hello, again, Addison," he said with a small, apologetic smile.

Addison slipped off the bed, "Hello, Dom," she replied. She walked forward to stand by the men in the doorway. She looked up to Cobb, "You will be completely and one hundred percent forgiven for your interruption if whatever you have to talk to Marshal about involves getting the hell out of Mombasa…"

Cobb chuckled and nodded, "It does indeed." He noted Eames' annoyed look at the use of 'Marshal'.

"He's yours," Addison smiled, before turning around and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. She figured that by the time she was out of the shower, they'd be done discussing and she'd get the hell out of Mombasa.