"Don't, just..." She wasn't stupid. Even if Arthur wasn't deliberately stringing her along, whatever he was doing was pretty assholish. And Ariadne hadn't even gotten any sex out of the bargain. He could've at least fucked her before making her feel like crap.

Eames would've.

That was why she did it, she supposed. Because she was frustrated, and Arthur had made her feel like crap, while Eames was here, making her feel better. And if Arthur could do it, well.

Ariadne was a little drunk, too. So it was easy, really easy, to shift around, leaning into Eames' warmth as she pressed her lips to his.