dontthinkabout | Arturo y Ariadna ir a un baile (For circularmaze )

Arthur entered the Teatro Colón with Ariadne on his arm. He spotted the man he had to speak with in the corner with his wife, happily drinking from a half-empty wine glass and chatting with other attendees. The charity ball was held in the lobby of the opera house, decorated in the colors of the Argentinian flag. A waiter with a tray of flute glasses filled with champagne walked pass them. Arthur stopped the waiter and grabbed two glasses, one for him and one for her.

The flight from Paris to Buenos Aires lasted about ten hours. Arthur spent most of his time on the plane going over the file he had on Santiago Sosa, the man who contacted him about a possible job. It mostly consisted of a small biography. He owned the Club Atlético Boca Juniors, Argentina's professional football team as well as an oil refining company, the biggest in the nation, in fact.

Arthur took a sip of his drink as he guided Ariadne to a small table off to the side, away from the dance floor situated in the middle of the huge lobby.

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Arthur followed her into the plane and sat down on the seat next to her. When she asked what Vivienne had said, he debated with himself about whether he should lie and say it was nothing or tell her the truth. He chose the latter although he knew it wasn't a good idea. "She said...she said 'come back to me when you're done with her.'" He then occupied himself with fastening his seatbelt.

Oh, really? Was that what she said? Ariadne's look could probably kill at that moment. She was furious. Livid. What little self control she was managing to keep had gone straight out the window. And now both hands were out, ready to gesture and palms up.

"What a cunt. Can I just say I do not like her? Ugh, fuck her. I mean really. What kind of person says that? That's what you talked about then last night? I knew it. The way she looked at you. It's like the way I look at you. What a jealous bitch. I can't believe. No, actually I can. Because she's everything I'm not you know. And these clothes? I'm fucking burning them." Her hands stopped moving. She was done with the tirade, for now.

He didn't make any sudden movements for fear of causing more anger to boil over in her. He held his breath and when she was done speaking, he expelled it slowly. "Ariadne," he said her name slowly. "You don't have to worry about anything concerning Vivienne and me. What happened between us happened a long time ago. It's not her that I care about, it's you—" Arthur stopped himself after what he admitted. Luckily, the flight attendant came around and told them to turn off their cellphones for take-off. He got his out of his pocket and subsequently turned it off.

Ariadne's cellphone, purse, wallet, passport, and clothes were all left behind. She looked up tersely at the flight attendant. She grumbled and turned back to Arthur.

"If it's her you want, then tell me. Because you're coming back here and I won't be with you. It's not that I don't trust you, Arthur. I trust you with everything. My life, my heart. I don't trust her. And I know I'm not your type. I'm short and artsy and generally unkempt. I'm pushy and loud and very opinionated. I don't have long legs and huge boobs. I'm just me." She sighed looking down. "But I care about you, too. And I'm just scared. If she's your only contact in Argentina and she can keep you safe... I mean I can't even keep myself safe."

She gestured to the bandage. She felt miserable now. Why did she go to Buenos Aires? This was not at all how she thought it would end. And being so open and vulnerable with Arthur was just as frightening. But she did trust him. She looked up at him slowly through her bangs. Ariadne was always one to wear her heart on her sleeves, but her eyes always spoke volumes.

Edited 2010-11-07 08:34 (UTC)

"I love you," he said simply. He didn't say it because he felt obligated to or because it was what she wanted to hear. He said it because he meant it. It felt weird, saying that phrase aloud like that. He hadn't said it in a very long time. "I don't want her. Are you listening? She's my only contact, yes, but that doesn't mean things will change between her and me or between you and me for that matter." He paused. "And I love that you're short and artsy and generally unkempt. I even love that you're pushy and loud and very opinionated. And who cares about long legs and huge boobs? Because I don't. But you shouldn't worry about me. I know how to take care of myself. I'm not going to dive head-first into trouble." When her eyes met his, he looked at her concerned.

That completely caught her off guard. She swallowed slowly, trying to process what that meant, what he said to her. She could feel herself trying to figure out the angle. She rested her head on his shoulder and she took his hand in hers.

"I think the scariest part in all of this is that I love you, too. And I've never felt that way. Ever. About anyone. And I'm not thinking rationally. I know you can take care of yourself. I just don't know what I'm going to do without you. Plus you're in so much danger and then you add her to the pile... I don't know how I'm supposed to react. I just know how I feel." She admitted kissing his knuckles lightly.

There was that initial pause that made him believe that what he said might have been the wrong thing. But she quickly diminished those thoughts when she said it back. The plane drove onto the runway. It was gaining speed and for a few nervous seconds as the cabin shook the plane lifted off the ground and into the air. "Then do what you feel." He kissed her temple as he draped his arm around her shoulders.

Sighing into his touch, his embrace, Ariadne leaned her head against his chin. A hand went to his side. She wanted more contact with him.

"I am, Arthur. I've never been possessive with someone before. I just want you. I want you. And I'm going with my gut here because this, us whatever we are, I can't map it out. I can't draw it out with pen and paper. I'm completely emotional when I don't know what to do. I rely on how I feel. And I'm telling you I don't trust her. And I don't like this feeling." Her eyes were closed when she said this. She could feel the plane increasing speed. She could feel Arthur's arm around her.

He pressed his lips to the top of her head while his hand traced shaped onto her shoulder. Arthur placed his other hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. "But you trust me and I won't let her come between us." Arthur has never felt this way about anyone before. Maybe that's why he was having a hard time trying to understand why she was feeling this way.

"No, I know." Ariadne said leaning into him as much as she could with the seat divider between them. Soon the light clicked off on the seat belt button and a voice told them they were all clear.

Ariadne unstrapped herself and leaned over to kiss him properly.

He kissed her back with his hand behind her neck, wanting to let her know that he would never hurt her like that. He would never cheat on her and he knows she won't cheat on him. "I'm not going to hurt you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, rubbing the back of her neck with his hand. "I would never do that to you and you know why."

She kissed his jaw line, her hands suddenly clutching at his suit coat. Ariadne shook her head softly. "I don't think you would. Really, I don't. And I do know why. I've just never given my heart away. And so freely." She said, her own heart beating rapidly in her chest. She really just wanted him to hold her like he did last night.

He tugged both her hands and pulled her onto his lap. "Neither have I, but there's a first time for everything, right?" He whispered this softly into her ear, wrapping both his arms around her waist. Although he was happy like this, there was a small sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He said he would never hurt her, but the distance and the time spent apart might just do that to her.

She sat in his lap and put her head on his shoulder. Her arms wound around his sides and pulled him closer to her. "Then we'll just have to deal with it together. Just us. Just me and you." She smiled over at him and kissed his cheek.

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