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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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The shoes and dress could easily be replaced. Ariadne, though, couldn't. "Don't worry about it," he said as he placed a hand on her lower back. "As long as you're okay, I don't care about those trivial things." Vivienne watched the both of them from the corner of her eye.

"You know," Vivienne said as she was about half way done, "When you called me up, I was quite taken by surprise. Usually I have to be the one to call."

"You know me, Viv. I don't keep in touch well," he commented. She huffed out a laugh.

"I would say you're still as stoic as ever, but I can't." Vivienne finished up and cut the thread with a small pair of scissors. "All done. Let me just put some gauze and a bandage first."

Ariadne continued to lean against him, glad for his touch. A small smile played on her lips at their exchange. She didn't know what it was like to not keep in touch with him. After all he just appeared in Paris soon after the Fischer job.

"Thank you." She said to Vivienne after she finished. Ariadne was still weak so it came out quiet, but there was a friendly smile attached.

Ariadne still didn't move from her spot. Even if she was done she still wanted Arthur there. After the events of the night, she didn't want to be alone. It was one thing nearly being mowed down in a dream, another entirely to actually need stitches from having a bullet graze her shoulder.

Vivienne nodded towards her as she got out the gauze and bandage. "So, how have you been Artie? I haven't heard from you since...oh gosh, I don't even know when. Though—I did hear about that inception job you managed to pull off. Cobb must be happy with himself," she said as she placed gauze over the stitches.

"He is. Though, it isn't something I want to try to do again. One inception job is good to me." He frowned at the nickname this time.

"Oh Artie, and here I thought I could entice you with a job of a similar nature," she began to wrap an ACE bandage around Ariadne's arm.

"Kind of busy, sorry Viv. That's why I came to Buenos Aires in the first place," he replied.

"Really? You mean you didn't come to Buenos Aires to see me?" He gave a short laugh and Vivienne joined in. He always found it easy to joke around with her. "There we go. All wrapped up." She pinned the bandage in place and started to clean up.

"How does it feel," he asked, turning to Ariadne. "Not too tight?"

Ariadne stayed where she was, taking in the feel of Arthur next to her. This girl could have the light, witty banter. She had Arthur. It was odd, this new found jealousy. It wasn't extreme, but it made her stomach lurch.

She stayed quiet and looked up at him to her then back at him. Ariadne replied in a small voice. "I'm fine. I just feel like I don't want to do anything."

It was the bloosloss. It wasn't substantial, but for a person whose weight just crossed one hundred pounds, Ariadne was a lot weaker. She didn't want to interrupt their little reunion though. Besides staying in Arthur's arms was soothing.

He would stay the night since she lost a lot of blood, but they needed to get out of the country. He was sure Bautista's men were still on the prowl for him. "How secure is your house?" He asked Vivienne.

"You'd need a tank to get through that gate if that's what you're asking," she replied. Arthur nodded.

"Mind if we stay the night?"

"Don't mind at all," she replied with a smile. "You two can have the guest room on the first floor—I mean, that is if you want to share a bed, otherwise one of you can have the guest room here and the other can have the guest room next to my bedroom up stairs."

"So we're safe?" Ariadne mumbled, her head a bit lopsided on his shoulder.

She picked her head up and looked up at Vivienne. "Thank you." The Architect said simply. She didn't know what Arthur wanted, but she didn't want him to leave her. She wasn't even sure if she could walk there on her own.

And deep down, she was still scared. Things were still uncertain.

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"Yes, we're safe," he said to Ariadne and then he looked over at Viv. "We'll take the room on the first floor." When he said that, Vivienne's face fell slightly. Anyone who didn't know her like he did wouldn't have seen it.

"Alright. I'd offer you my clothes, Ariadne, but I'm sure you'd drown in them," she said politely with a small smile. Arthur lifted her up in his arms just as he did before. "The door's on the right when you exit the kitchen." Arthur nodded and walked to the door, but Viv placed a hand on his arm. "Mind if I talk to you later?" He nodded and then walked away.

They entered the bedroom and he immediately walked over to the bed. Placing her gently on the comforter, he sat on the edge by her side.

Her breathing was slow, but she let him carry her to the room. Once she was on the bed she grabbed his hand. There was so much to talk about, to say. Words were failing her though. Ariadne sighed and squeezed his hand.

"Please don't beat yourself up. I'm okay. Just... tired." She looked up at him. The dress would be ridiculous to sleep in. "You're okay though, right?"

"You could have died, Ariadne. A part of me knew I shouldn't have let you come, but I—" He shook his head, running a tired hand over his tired face. "I'm perfectly fine," he answered. He kicked off his shoes then and tossed them by the door. His jacket was also tossed aside on to the carpet. He didn't care that they weren't neatly folded.

She pulled on his hand to get him to lay with her. "You'll have to help with the dress." She commented before getting back to the issue at hand. "Look, I'm not dead and you did everything you could to protect me. I came here willingly, Arthur. I know there are risks with any job. Frankly, this isn't a safe business. But I chose it and you over everything else. So please, don't think about it."

She attempted to sit up, but her head was spinning. Instead she took the hand she was holding and kissed his palm. "You're not fine. But there isn't anything we can do. You got us to a safe place. Take a few minutes for yourself." She told him sternly.

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She was right, even though he didn't want her to be. Things could have gotten even worse in a matter of seconds. But he scolded himself for not knowing the risks. That was his job, after all.

He was going to protest, tell her that he was, but he didn't have it in him. "Alright, I will. I think Viv wanted to speak with me about something." He got up and exited the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

Viv was waiting in the living room. "Settled in?" She asked. Arthur nodded. "So...you two are...together?" She wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"Yes."

"She's young—"

"She's over eighteen if that's what you're asking." His face was stern. She raised her hand to touch his cheek. He didn't move. "I still care about you Arthur—" He moved out of her touch.

"You're the one who didn't want a relationship, Vivienne. It's too late to go back now." She sighed and handed him an old faded t-shirt.

"Here, for Ariadne. I don't think she'll be too comfortable in that dress." He nodded to her in thanks and started to make his way back to the bedroom.

Ariadne most decidedly did not like fact he was going to talk to her. Alone. She furrowed her brows and laid back in the bed. The dress poofed out some and she had to change her position several times. Or maybe it was the fact he was out there with pretty, charming, intelligent, rich, elegant, gorgeous Vivienne that made Ariadne uncomfortable.

But she trusted him. He held her after all. He was worried over her. Arthur carried her in there. She smiled at that. He cared about her. In his own very Arthur-ish way.

She closed her eyes with a sigh and waited for him to return. She really wanted the dress off.

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He came back a few minutes later, the shirt in his hand. "Let's get that dress off," he said as he came back to her side. He helped her sit up, making sure he didn't strain her too much and pulled the zipper down on the back of her dress.

"Oh thank God." was her initial reaction to him when he returned.

Ariadne sat up slowly and turned slightly so he could get at the zipper. This was most certainly not how she wanted him to take the dress off. The night was terrible; now she had a pit in her gut and her arm was still in incredible amounts of pain.

Ariadne slipped her arms out of the dress after he unzipped her. She didn't care if he saw her shirtless. After the events of that night everything was trivial. Besides they already had had sex. Which is why she was perfectly contented sleeping in just her panties, but the shirt would be nice.

"So is everything okay with you and her?" She asked hesitantly. Did she really want the answer to that question?

Ariadne put her bad hand on his thigh as she used him to steady herself. Raising her hips, she attempted to pull the dress off. She hadn't reached for the shirt, yet.

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He gave her a short smile as he took care to slide the dress down her body. When she asked him the question, the smile slowly disappeared as he finally took the dress off completely. "For the most part, yes." He wasn't going to let on the nature of their relationship. It happened years ago. It had no relevance to now.

And he was happy with Ariadne, happier than he let on. He wasn't the man he was now back when he was still with Vivienne. Arthur had been foolish back then thinking that she was the one. They hadn't dated briefly. It was more than that, but when she told him she couldn't handle it and that she didn't want a relationship even though they had been together for almost a year, it broke his heart. But he recovered.

"Here," he unfolded the shirt. "Can you raise your arms?"

Ariadne watched his face carefully and frowned when his smile disappeared. Her stomach tensed again. Why was she reacting this way? She never reacted this way before. She felt very defensive, almost possessive of him. Back in the kitchen part of the reason she didn't move was because she was in his embrace as if to say 'yes, he's mine'.

She wanted to kiss him, stroke the side of his face, and reassure him that everything was going to be okay but she was practically naked. It might not have been the best time to do that. Instead her good hand squeezed his softly.

She attempted to raise her right arm, bit cried out. "No. No, can't do that." Ariadne mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.

Vivienne and Ariadne were two completely different people. He was with Viv for reasons different than why he was with Ariadne. He won't say that he liked one better than the other. They each had their good qualities as well as bad.

"Well..." He thought for a moment, seeing her eyes well up in tears. All he wanted was to make her smile again. "You can always sleep shirtless. I don’t mind," he smirked at her and kissed her temple.

She hadn't smiled since the bullet grazed her. Well a natural smile. Ariadne managed a few thankful smiles for Vivienne. But that was different. However she did manage a smirk. She was only wearing a pair of black boy briefs with tie dye peace signs on them. She shrugged with her left shoulder.

Laying back down, she pulled Arthur down - or at least attempted to. She wanted him to hold her. She didn't know the next time he'd be able to. She wanted his comfort, his touch, his embrace.

The boy briefs were cute. Very Ariadne, he thought. He curled up behind her with her back to his chest as he gently draped his arm around her waist. Kissing the back of her bare shoulder, his hand traced circles on her stomach.

She leaned her back against him and hummed contentedly, pleased to have him with her. She tilted her head back to look at him. "Thanks for being with me." Ariadne said quietly, but affirmatively.

When it all boiled down to it, that's what she concluded. Despite their uncertain future, he was there with her now. Despite nearly being shot, he was there with her. Despite Vivienne, he was there with her. It meant a lot. More than she could express. And she didn't want to hear about how he blamed himself. She just wanted to express what she was feeling.

She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Her hand glided over his on her belly.

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"I won't let anything like that ever happen to you again." It wasn't exactly a promise because he knew that any promises made by him were empty. He couldn't predict the future and especially in his profession, his life was in more danger than most.

After she kissed the corner of his mouth, he took her chin gently with his thumb and index finger and tilted her head so that his lips met hers in a soft kiss. He bent his head back and said, "Get some sleep, okay? I'll arrange for a private jet to take us back to Paris in the morning. And don't worry about your things. I'll get the hotel to ship them over."

Kissing him back softly, Ariadne made herself comfortable next to him. She let out a deep breath she hadn't known she was holding. Her shoulders slumped, relaxing. She straightened her neck and yawned softly. "And then you leave?" She asked.

She had to. Ariadne needed to know how they were leaving things.

He let out a slow breath. "Yes." He knew he should tell Sosa he can't do the job because of Bautista's men, but he already said yes and he knew it was a job he could do. Considering he will have to extract information from five different men, he's going to be in South America for a few weeks, infiltrating their businesses.

"What is he having you do?" She asked.

She wasn't going to tell him it wasn't safe. Clearly he knew that. That pit in her stomach reformed though. Ariadne would be constantly worried for him. And Paris wouldn't be the same without him. Not with the memories of the two of them.

"I have to extract information from five rival business men who live along the eastern coast of South America." He's hired as a Point man, but he also makes a good extractor having learnt from Mal and then Dom. "It will take a few weeks. But after that I'll go straight to Paris."

Arturo y Ariadna ir a un baile (For circularmaze )

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/clearly typo queen tonight

Don't worry about it :)

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