A Week at This Level

This is just a sad, sad, SAD, excuse for A&A loving. Its totally shameful but I hope you enjoy it! WARNING! This story dose have erotic moments!

While reading some other fan fic I realized that I forgot that in the movie, the remainder of the Team were stuck at the first level for a week. So I wrote this.

This had NOTHING to do with my other stories. Although I've kept A&A's back story. I plan on working on my series very soon, but I thought you might like this until then.

Basically, this story picks up right where Arthur and Ariadne climbed out of the river. There will be flashbacks to the movie.

ENJOY!

"He'll be lost." Arthur said, sure of that fact.

"No." The Architect said remembering Cobb in limbo. "No, he'll be alright." The rain was pounding down as Arthur, Ariadne and Yuseff made their way up the rocky embankment. Ariadne slid back once only to have the Point Man's strong hands grasp her, pulling her up.

"We need to split up." Arthur told them.
"What? Why?" Ariadne asked. The last thing she wanted to do now was separate.

"It will throw off the projections." Arthur told them. "Eames will stay on Fischer, to make sure the inception took and to keep him away from us."

Yuseff nodded and quickly left them. The rain seemed to be coming down harder. Ariadne felt Arthur's hand take her own.

"Where to?" He asked. The Architect nodded and pointed the way though the maze that she created.

The city was a confusing layout out. Arthur was impressed. Only herself and Yuseff (the dreamer) knew the layout of the city. He had to keep her with him. It wasn't only her knowledge of the maze that kept her close to him. He had promised Cobb that if something went wrong, he would look after her. Ariadne pointed a shaking hand at a red lit hotel sign.

"It was one of our safe houses." She shouted over the rain. He nodded and dragged her to the hotel. It was a somewhat plain, nameless, anywhere hotel. Cheap furniture, mass produced everything. It would have been perfect to bring Fischer here. Ariadne walked up to the counter.
"Reservation for Browning?" She asked the receptionist. The Woman nodded and handed the architect the key card. The pair said nothing as they road the elevator. Arthur noticed she was shaking.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine, just cold." She said.
"Browning?" He asked. She nodded

"Eames's idea. Part of his manipulation of Fischer." She explained. Arthur wanted to know everything, but they had to get safely away first. Inside the little room, things were clean and dry.

"Why is it raining so hard?" She asked. "Why is it raining at all?" Arthur had to laugh despite being so annoyed. He locked the door behind them and looked out the window.

"You know how when you dream you have to go to the bathroom? You often dream of water or rain?" He asked. Ariadne looked to tired to be shocked.

"That is... disgusting." She said shedding her coat. They were both soaking wet. The Architect was now trembling very hard. The Point Man went into the bathroom to get her some towels. When he came back the Architect had started to remove her clothes. She had kicked off her shoes and was fumbling with her shirt. Her hands were shaking to hard to grasp the buttons.

"Here." He said taking her hands in his own and puffing his hot breath on them.

"I... think I'll feel better... once I've had a hot... shower." She said, her teeth chattering. She was still shaking to badly to undo her shirt.

Arthur didn't ask permission as he started to unbutton it for her. She allowed him to remove her soaking wet garments, she appeared not to care or notice the fact the rain had gone all the way down to her underwear. The nude color nylon of her simple bra and panties had become transparent from the water. Arthur tried not to look, tried not to embarrass her.

She quickly made a swift escape to the bathroom. He could here her start up the shower.

Arthur picked up her clothes. Not sure where to put them with the Architect in the bathroom, he looked in the closet. Sure enough there was a plain white laundry bag. A nicer perk of nicer hotels, there would be laundry service.

He saw a simple black all weather weekend bag. That would be for him. They still had a week left to go at this level and this was what Arthur told Yuseff to dream for him. He looked in vain for Ariadne's bag before finally realizing, she wouldn't have one. Her addition to the physical mission had been at the last moment. No one had even thought about her room or her change of clothes.

He sighed. 'perfect' he thought. Just one more thing on this mission that had gone wrong. He was starting to feel cold as well. It was all in his own mind however. The dream made his body think it was cold. Yuseff's clever compound didn't help either. The Point Man took off his jacket and shoes and went to look out the window. The projections were still walking the streets, oblivious to the rain.

With Fischer more relaxed now, they would not be after any of the Team. As long as they kept a low profile in the dream.

He turned around and looked at the single queen sized bed. Another unforeseen complication that they had not planned on. This was supposed to be Arthur's room. His room for this level. Just a simple refuge during the mission. Cobb and Saito would have their own as well but only Yuseff and Ariadne knew where they were. They would be in different areas of the maze. To far away to go to now. Besides, he couldn't separate from her now. Not when things had all gone so badly wrong.

He heard the water from the shower stop. Abandoning his position at the window he fished though his bag for his sleep clothes. A simple cotton polyester set in basic black found there way into his hands.

"Ariadne?" He asked knocking on the door. The bathroom door opened a crack. A large brown eye met him. He handed her the pajama set, quickly explaining about how her last minute addition, meant there were none of her own clothes in the dream. She nodded and quickly took the sleep wear off of him, shutting the bathroom door again.

He didn't have to wait long before she was out. In nothing more then the black pajama top. It was long enough on her to cover like a regular night gown.

"Bottoms were to big." She said softly as she dove into the bed. He nodded and quickly retreated to take his own shower.

She had left his pajama bottoms in the bathroom, as well as her soaking wet under things. They were left to air dry on the towel rack.

It suddenly occurred to him that she wasn't wearing anything under that night shirt. He found his breathing had sped up as he touched the lacy bra. So simple and feminine. He shook his head and started a hot shower. She had him convinced he was about to freeze to death from the cold rain.

Alone with his thoughts, he couldn't help but remember how badly things had gone wrong. Starting at first with his own failure to learn of Fischer's militarized sub conscious. That had compromised Saito, which compromised the mission. It had caused the entire plan to speed up. Worst of it was they didn't even know if the inception would take.

He knew why he hadn't been on his game. Cobb had even brought it up.

"Just don't get distracted." The Extractor said.
"What do you mean?" The Point Man asked. Cobb gave his friend a look and nodded at the Architect. She was happily working on the maze for the city.

"Don't worry about that." Arthur snapped his defensive annoyed tone normally reserved for Eames. "She isn't my type."

"Smart, beautiful, independent, cultured women are not your type?" Cobb teased. Arthur gave his friend a dirty look. The Extractor shrugged and walked away.

Arthur looked again at the pretty Architect. She felt his eyes on her and looked up. She gave him a smile that he found himself ducking away from.

'Just don't get distracted.' he thought.

But he had been distracted. He didn't research Fischer as thoroughly as he normally would. He had been so busy training the new Architect.

He was glad Cobb hadn't brought that up when Saito had been shot. Glad Cobb had kept it to himself. Besides, it was obvious that she preferred the Extractor. She almost never left his side, worried about him, wanted to help him. She had joined the Team to be closer to Cobb. Arthur sighed as the hot water beat down on him.

"I thought you might have drowned in there." Ariadne said with a weak smile as he finally came out of the bathroom. He was wearing the pajama bottoms she had left and a simple under shirt. He gave her a rare smile in return. She looked lovely there, in the folds of the bed, almost like she was waiting for him.

"I guess I get the chair." He said awkwardly, pointing to an overstuffed arm chair in the corner.

"Don't be silly." She told him. "We can share the bed." He looked at her. Her face was relaxed, unembarrassed by the idea. He hoped the suggestive thoughts running in his own mind didn't show in his face. Tried not to think about her underwear on the towel rack.

"Arthur?" She asked. He was brought back to reality. She was looking at him. He nodded and climbed in bed with her. She sifted to give him more room. To put more space between them.

"Tell me what happened." He said once he was more comfortable. "To Cobb and the others." She had snuggled down next to him. Her damp hair resting on her face.

"Can it wait till morning?" She asked. "I feel so tired." He nodded.

"Of course, we have a week at this level." He told her. He turned out the light and eased down into a better position to sleep.

"Why am I so sleepy?" She asked. "This is a dream. My real body is asleep on the plane."

"Your just not used to it. Our minds convince us it's real." He told her as the rain poured down outside.

The steady white noise was having a sleeping effect on him as well. He looked at her when she didn't respond. She was sound asleep. He let out a long sigh as he tried not to thing about her laying next to him in her current state of near undress. Her light little breaths, her pink cheeks and lips. He rolled over and turned his back to her.