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Ariadne was a little surprised, truth be told, at how well her date with Arthur was going - not that she'd thought it would be bad, per se, but she'd expected a bit more awkwardness about the whole thing.

Instead, what she got was Arthur being charming, handsome and just plain nice, talking easily about work and music and wine, while Ariadne chatted about designing and weird architectural details and they compared notes on a few of the cities they'd both been to.

It was still pretty early, but Ariadne had never really been able to hold her alcohol, so she demurred at the bartender's suggestion of another drink.

"We should get out of here before I start stumbling around in these shoes." They were sensible enough shoes, though still pretty new and liable to hurt her feet if she wasn't careful.

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The thing about Arthur that made Eames keep coming back, despite how close they walked the line of everything he ran away from, wasn't the sex. Well, the sex was part of it, but it was how Arthur's hand's felt on him, how he spoke with his body rather than an excess of words. It's like he could feel Arthur's urgency on the back of his neck, and he loved it. He leaned over Arthur's shoulder the best he could at that angle to press a kiss to the side of Arthur's mouth, before getting down onto his knees, kissing the small of Arthur's back.

"Ariadne, if you please, same drawer as the condoms." He asked, holding out his hand for the lubricant.

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As much as it might be biased to say at the current moment, Arthur did think Ariadne was beautiful. The fall of her hair over her shoulder, the upward glance of her eyes... He carded fingers that soft hair, enjoying the feel of it without trying to direct her. He didn't mind the slow tease, actually, it helped distract himself from the overload that was she on her knees and Eames behind him.

Still, Arthur's lips parted as the warmth of Eames mouth touched and then was gone, leaving him to turn his head following it. The bristle of short hair slipped out from beneath his fingers and he swallowed a moan, pulling a hand down his face.

This was not going to end well for him. "Eames--Ariadne--" Arthur actually reached finger to touch her, distract her, from Eames' request.

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Too late. Ariadne pulled away, smiled, kissed Arthur's fingers. Then she was gone, back only a moment later with what they needed - the lube, and a couple of condoms.

"You're not going to start objecting now, are you?" she asked Arthur, a little tease in her voice to accompany a slight pout as she skimmed her hands down his sides.

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"Arthur," Eames started with a kiss to the skin of Arthur's bum, "always objects to absolutely everything that might even be the least bit fun. You should get used to it in no time," His tone was nonchalant as he spoke, as he spread lubricant over his fingers and pressed one against muscle, pushing in. "Do you like that, Arthur?" He says with another light kiss and more pressure, "Ariadne, I think you should continue,"

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"I do--"

The objection was made an agreement with a softly choked moan and Arthur's fingers that had settled on Ariadne's hips clutched at skin suddenly as his eyelids fell. His body tensed and then relaxed into Eames' intrustion and he tried to hide the way his breath didn't return to normal by pressing his mouth to Ariadne's shoulder. He didn't answer the question; Eames knew damn well that the finger was invasive and blunt in the best ways, and that it bothered Arthur to have to react to it in front of Ariadne.

He did anyway.

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Ariadne, for her part, watched in avid fascination - no wonder Eames was so easily able to get under Arthur's skin, annoy him to no end - he probably resented, on some level, the knowledge that Eames possessed.

She found herself hoping Arthur wouldn't resent her the same way.

But now was not the time to think about such things - she was here to observe, learn, explore. Maybe in a slightly different way than what she'd been doing in dreams, but still.

Same basic principal.

It was even easier, this time, to slide back down to her knees in front of Arthur, taking him in her mouth again, letting one hand explore, teasing his balls while the other curled into his hip.]

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"That was almost an agreement, I'm impressed," Eames continued, pushing a second finger into Arthur slowly. For all their roughness, for all their attempts to negate all intimacy, Eames was still careful when it came down to it. He had no intention of hurting Arthur without his permission, and he knew from experience how much a botched preparation could hurt.

No, he wasn't going to do that to Arthur.