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Ariadne; The Architect ([personal profile] chesstotem) wrote2010-09-12 07:06 pm

the one where Arthur is a douche (for [livejournal.com profile] thesecurity and <lj site="l

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.

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
In Eames's defense, he only really talked smack about Arthur when Arthur was within earshot or when he was in a particularly foul mood. In reality, he did have more respect and appreciation for the other man than he led others to believe. Still, at this particular moment, he could understand her sentiments exactly. He had, after all, been using work as a distraction.

"Do you want the long answer or the short one? Either way they're both horribly bias."

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
That, now that made Eames's eyebrow quirk upwards in judgmental surprise. Really, Arthur. Sitting down next to her, he rested a hand on her knee in an attempt to give some sort of emotional support. "Pissy Arthur, now that's a sight. He'll never admit that he gets like that, I promise you that. What exactly did he say? I can't properly either explain or reject what he did from just your reaction to it, now can I?"

It wasn't that he didn't believe her, that much should have been obvious. No, it was that, depending on what actually happened, it could be very much like Arthur or very much not, and his curiosity easily got the best of him.

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"That may be my fault," Eames admitted sheepishly, patting Ariadne's knee. "I goaded him, which in hindsight might not have been a good idea. I challenged and he stepped up," With a quiet sigh, Eames considered offering Ariadne a drink but decided against it. No, she looked like she had enough. He needed one though, so he went over to the mini fridge and squatted down to grab himself a mini bottle of scotch, then standing and pouring it into a glass for himself.

"The thing about Arthur is that he has a set of standards that, frankly, do make some degree of sense. He just takes it all a bit too far and lacks the tact and subtly needed."

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, Alcohol. The term social lubricant was both incredibly accurate and entirely incorrect. Eames would say social butter more than lubricant, because it did as much bad as it did good. She was lucky she came to him instead of rattling on to a stranger.

"Ariadne, you're beautiful--and you look especially lovely in that dress. I know for a fact that he finds you attractive, it's his personality that's riddled with flaws. Also keep in mind that he may have a point, underneath all of that failure to communicate." He said as he sat back down next to her, meeting her eyes in the way he did when he wanted people to know--or at least thing--that he was telling the truth.

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-13 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Eames made a wincing face at the suggestion of Arthur wanting to take it slow, because that hadn't been what he meant at all. He knew Arthur well enough, knew how he approached relationships with other people well enough to make an estimate, and that was not where his mind went. "I can't speak for Arthur, but I don't think taking it slow is exactly the issue here."

Taking another sip of his scotch, he leaned back into the couch, making himself more comfortable as he continued. "The difference is that Arthur and I have never, in any context, gone on a date. It's purely physical," He had been telling himself that lie all day, but it was enough of a truth to pass as one.

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-14 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You're putting words in my mouth, Ariadne. You might want to refrain from doing that," Still, that wasn't a denial. That would be a lie, and he wasn't so much in the habit of lying as bending the truth. Which, coincidentally, was what he was currently doing.
Edited 2010-09-14 00:03 (UTC)

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-14 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Eames did not kiss back. This wasn't a romance novel, where the universe would work it's magic and Eames would be swept up in a sudden passion. He was easy, sure, but not that easy. Now, he was more confused than anything else. When Ariadne pulled away he just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not Arthur, Ariadne. What are you trying to achieve?"

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-14 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
To say that Eames wasn't interested would be a lie. Ariadne was beautiful. She wasn't the type of woman he usually fucked and ran away from. She was the type of woman he could fall in love with if he let himself, which he never would. No, that was something he kept a tight lock on, never getting close enough for that. Still, the fact still stood true, Eames was not uninterested.

But that didn't mean he wasn't cautious.

"If you want a connection, you're not going to get it from me."

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That was something else entirely, wasn't it? On one hand, he knew this was a bad idea. This would not end well, not with a mildly intoxicated coworker who had a thing for the man he found himself currently infatuated with. No, this could not possibly end well. Still, who was he to deny something put so clearly?

Shit, he was a hypocrite. Arthur was going to murder him anyway, so what was the harm?

"Alright," He said as he glanced down at Ariadne's lace panties and shifted upwards, burying a hand in her hair and pulling her into a kiss.

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-14 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
For Eames, it was like flipping a switch. He could be gentle, loving, a good friend with soft hands, but that wasn't what either of them wanted. No, he would give her what he gave Arthur, or at least, what he started out giving Arthur before he fell in a bit too deep.

He pressed into the kiss, tongue and teeth and lips, placing his scotch glass on the table to free his hand before working the tie of his robe off. He removed his other hand from Ariadne's hair only to push his robe off, to allow it to pool underneath him, before returning it to it's previous position, his lips never leaving Ariadne's.

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-14 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
It was something the two had in common, to learn by usage of every sense possible, touch most definitely included. Eames undid the back of her dress, pulling away from her lips only to pull it up and tossing it away. He nipped and licked at her neck, running fingers along her shoulder blades, her spine, the dip of her hips, the line of her pelvis.

[identity profile] perfectforgery.livejournal.com 2010-09-14 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Eames couldn't help but chuckle into her neck, licking a trail down to her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "Eager, aren't we?" One hand stayed on her lower back, but the other slipped down, pressing against her panties, rubbing circles through her clothes, anything but gently.