seren_ccd | Inception Fic: If you insist, Ariadne/Robert, PG-13

Title: If you insist
Fandom: Inception
Ship: Ariadne/Robert Fischer
Word Count: 693
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and a curse word
Disclaimer: They are not mine.

A/N: So, I still haven't seen the film. But, I stumbled onto the

inception_kink site and have been (hopefully!) only mildly spoiled. I came across this prompt and the image was so evocative, I honestly wrote it then and there. So, there are spoilers for the film, but really only what you see in the trailer.

“Hold on,” he’d said and her hands gripped the metal handrail in the elevator and she had watched him sink to his knees.

Now, if you had asked Ariadne three months ago if she would willingly make out with Robert Fischer, ex-mark and current new team member, she would have laughed. Heartily. Because at that point, she was still rather uneasy around the quiet man with eyes that seemed to see far too much and she had a few lingering feelings of guilt ever since she’d been inside his mind.

If you had asked her a month ago, she would have simply rolled her eyes. Because by that point, the man was growing on her and no one else had ever matched her own particular brand of dry wit quite like he managed to do.

If you asked her five minutes ago, she would have said, “Oh, dear God, yes!” Because at that very moment she was being kissed to within an inch of her life in a dark corner of a London pub.

And apparently not only is Mr. Fischer a natural at extraction, he’s very gifted with his hands. And fingers. And also, as it turns out, his mouth.

“Why?” she’d asked breathlessly as his mouth travelled down the column of her throat. “Why me? Why now?”

“Because you smell like ink and chalk and oranges and I’m tired of being a gentleman,” he’d said.

“Works for me,” had been her answer before pulling his mouth back to hers.

His hand slid down her side and his fingers danced along the hem line. Ariadne made a noise in the back of her throat and Robert slid his hand under her dress, his fingers splayed against the soft silk of her stockings. When his index finger brushed against her garter, his entire body shuddered.

“Are you?” he tried. “Is that...? Forget it. Let’s go.”

“Wha-?” Ariadne was cut off when he grabbed her hand and pulled her from the pub. She might have heard Eames and Arthur chuckling somewhere in the background, but couldn’t bring herself to care.

Robert pulled her down the street towards their hotel and she nestled in close to his side. The late night mist dampened her hair and she blinked away the moisture collecting on her face. They reached the entrance to the hotel and headed directly for the elevators. Robert punched the Up button. When the elevator arrived and was blessedly empty, he flung her inside. Ariadne landed against the back wall and watched him press the button for the top floor.

His eyes were gleaming when he leaned in to kiss her. She immediately opened her mouth to him and whimpered when he only kissed her deeply for a moment.

That’s when the order to “Hold on” was given and he sank to his knees in front of her. Ariadne’s breath shortened as he slid the hem of her skirt up her thigh to just above her garter. He looked up at her under his fringe, his blue eyes a startling contrast next to his dark, rain-damp hair. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he softly pressed his lips all along the top of her garter. She moved one of her hands off the handrail to thread in his hair at the back of his head. His kisses became open-mouthed and his tongue flicked against her skin.

“Look at me, Ariadne,” he said. Her eyes opened and met his.

Robert pressed a kiss right onto her garter before he opened his mouth and bit down carefully on the lace. Ariadne’s chest tightened and her stomach clenched as she watched him drag the garter slowly down her thigh, over her knee, down the length of her calf, allowing the lace to tickle the back of her leg, and then he gently lifted her foot, so that the garter slipped over her shoe.

She stared at him as he took the garter from his mouth and put it in his pocket, while his other hand gently massaged her calf.

“Oh, fuck me,” she breathed.

“Well,” he said slowly beginning to grin. “If you insist.”