A&A lovin'

On her small bed, she was under him. Her beautiful body giving itself to him. Her mouth was on his. Her breath sweet and wet. The smell of her bedding. Her soft hair. Her warm skin. He couldn't fight her. Refused to do so. His body responding easily to her. He had missed her to much. The dream was nothing compared to force of reality.

'Reality is enough. Reality is more then enough.' he thought as her hands caressed his neck.

Her hips rose up to meet his own as her legs spread out for him. Though fully clothed, they rocked with the vivid remembrance of their lovemaking. Lovers, who's rhythm was perfectly in sync.

Arthur felt the uncomfortable pain of his arousal as he kept pace with her. He needed to be freed from the harsh confines of his clothing. Needed to be naked with her. Needed to feel her skin on his. He regretfully broke away from her rapture long enough to liberate his body form his clothes and was naked before her. His swollen erection proud. She couldn't hide the blush creeping on her face.

'Still so modest.' He thought as he attacked her clothing. She did not resist him as he easily released her of her simple attire. She tried not to smile, her teeth biting her lower lip in an attempt to keep a smile at bay. He couldn't resist kissing those swollen lips of hers.

"I missed you..." She breathed into his kiss. He almost didn't notice it. Her hands down at her sex. Massaging, playing. He had to smile at that.

"Do you think about me when you do that?" He whispered. His voice ragged.

"Yes." She answered immediately. Her large eyes looking at him, pleadingly.

"Good." He moaned out. Pleased he had an effect on her.

He felt her small hands grasp his manhood. Tentatively giving him a few pumps. His restless desire would not stand for any gentle foreplay. He worked his shaft at the sight of her. Her pale body on lavender scented sheets. Her hands covering her wanting center as she prepared herself for him.

Unsure later how she did it, not caring at the time, she was on top of him. His back resting on her comfortable mattress. She assaulted him. Her mouth on his neck and chest. Her long dark tresses tickling his skin. He knew her destination. Knew all to well what she had planed for him. He did nothing to stop her. Awaiting her welcomed advance.

When she reached his erection her mouth was on him. Her body crouched between his legs as she took him into her lips. Her eyes flicking up to meet his own. He let out a gasp as her sweet lips were filled with his member. She took her time. Her hands covering what her mouth could not. She pulled out lazily only to delve back onto him quickly. Her mouth a tight suction that was almost painful.

He realized he had been holding his breath the entire time. Lost in her actions. Lost in those big eyes that looked back at him. His entire body was tense. She had such control over him. Not just his body at this moment, but always. She released him suddenly. The wetness from her beautiful mouth was still on his erection. The sudden cool air on what was once so warm teased him further. She was on her knees before him. Her small hand slapping lazily at her swollen damp sex. Her face filled with a lust he had never seen before. She looked more beautiful then ever before.

With a quick movement she was reaching across him to her bedside drawer. He was about to ask why, when she came back with a slim wrapper. He didn't object in the slightest when she opened the condom. He helped her to slid it over his shaft as he gave her gentle kisses. He would never do anything to jeopardize her future plans. For now, those plans didn't include a pregnancy. Someday, they might. But not today.

He was about to roll over on top of her when she gently pushed him on to his back again. He watched with growing fascination and arousal as she straddled her legs over him. Cautiously easing her wanting core onto him. The first contact of her, of being inside her tight wetness was like delirium. Far better then her mouth.

She was... perfection. Her inner walls were hot and tight as she carefully allowed gravity to pull her body on to his. The look on her face suggested she might be slightly uncomfortable over his size fully in her body. She held herself up and slowly, slowly, slowly took him in. Her teeth biting her bottom lip the entire time.

When he was inside her as much as she dared, she started her ride. Her small body afraid to take him in to fully. His hands rested on her soft legs as he watched her body. Her perfect taught belly, the simple movements of her breasts as she went up and down. His breathing was coming more harshly as he was lost in her.

Her hands were on her, playing at her sex, and when they were not there, they were on her tender breasts. Pinching and tormenting her nipples. He could take no more. He would not allow this ride to be all about her.

A sudden rush of exhilaration came over him. He sat up, with her still impaled on his shaft, and met her lips eagerly. His own hips rocking her savagely. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his back as he bucked angrily against her soft, tender opening. The contact of her bare chest on his, this skin on skin was electric and addictive. He never wanted to be without her touch again.

A deep well of wetness was present at their joining. Her inner passages rocked him with a sudden spasm as her breath caught. She bit her lower lip hard and finally let out a gasp. The thrill of her coming before him was not lost on the Point Man. He rolled her over, under him. He would have her now. Totally and fittingly.

She was incredibly wet. So much so that he slid out of her. She didn't fight him as he spread her legs and entered her again. A deep moan escaped her lips as he dove himself in till he reached the hilt of his erection. She could take no more, he could give no more.

With a deep male pleasure he rode her. Her hot center to wet to thrust in and out. He found himself having to hold her body tightly to him. She screamed with yet another orgasm, her sex clamping tightly around his erection as he fought to grind her harder. His breathing coming hard from the sheer work of it.

With a terrible, lust he ravaged her. His need for her won out over reason. She was gasping, calling his name. This only spurred him on further. He vaguely remembered telling her he loved her, how beautiful she was. He felt himself come. With a bolt like force he powerless stop even if he had wanted to. He would never want to.

His body relaxed then, exhausted. Her body, breathing hard, wrapping her arms around him. He planted gentle kisses on her breasts and lips. He wiped away tears from her eyes as she smiled at him.

There would be time now. Later, they would shower and dress. They would enjoy a lazy afternoon together walking around her neighborhood. Exploring local shops. They would eat a light dinner before returning to bed.

It was later when Arthur heard his wake up music begin to play. Fear like ice water being thrown on him made his body tense next to Ariadne.

'This was all a dream?' He thought hopelessly. He held her body tighter next to him as the oppressive horns sounded out and the singer started her song.

"It's alright." Ariadne whispered. "It's just Jon's record collection." Her voice soothing. Like balm on a burn. His body relaxed. He didn't reach for his loaded die, didn't want to ride any kick into the waking world. He was content, to stay lost in the dream. Forever.

Epilogue

A few days later at the warehouse, Arthur and Ariadne had been the first to arrive. They had brought pastries for the Team who would be meeting again for the first time since the Fischer inception. They would discuss a new extraction.

The couple was happy with the time they had spent together. But worried over letting the others know about them. Eames knew of course, but it was not in the Forger's nature to tattle business that wasn't his own. They just wanted the solitary peace of a secret relationship. It was enough, for now.

"Just act natural." Arthur whispered as Cobb and Yuseff came into the warehouse.

"You act natural." Ariadne teased as she finished making coffee.

Cobb was all smiles and talk about his children as he gave her a warm hug. Arthur wondered how he could have ever been jealous of the Extractor and the Architect. It was nothing more then deep friendship. Cobb was grateful to her for keeping him together inside Fischer's dreams. The four of them asked about her school, they made plans to be at her graduation.

Arthur was growing frustrated.

"Where's Eames?" He said gruffly. His old irritation at the Forger returning.

"Here." Came a voice. Eames staggered into the warehouse in a look of total disarray. Long bright red scratches were seared on his face and neck. Dark black cigarette burns dotted his neck and hands. His clothes were the same he had worn the last time Arthur saw him. Almost 3 days ago. They were now wrinkled, dirty and torn.

"My God Eames!" Ariadne cried. "Are you alright?" The Forger nodded.

"Damn French women!" Eames cried. "I don't want to talk about it." He said angrily as he took a seat. "Except to say that if I ever pursue some mad woman again, I want one of you to shoot me."

"Will do." Arthur promised.

"We were all discussing Ariadne's graduation." Cobb said calmly "I think we should have a nice dinner out on the big day."

"That sounds lovely." Eames said, still in a huff.

"I also want you all to meet my classmates." Ariadne said with a happy smile. "Their very good friends of mine. Jon and Sadie"

~End~