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inception_kink a while back, so for the sake of neatness (Saito would approve), here they are, archived in no particular order:
Title: Smoke Signals
Prompt: Eames splits a cigar with Ariadne to celebrate a successful mission, only to realize watching her smoke is an incredible turn-on. Sexytimes ensue.
He offers to everyone because it's second nature at this point; he keeps a box of Cubans in his suitcase solely for this purpose, no matter what job he's doing. It's only after he lights up with Cobb that he notices that Ariadne had gone along with it without even hesitating, her thin artist's fingers retrieving a cigar deftly from the box and twirling it in her hand before holding it patiently between two fingers and thumb.
He eyes her as the lighter makes the rounds between all of them, Yusuf making a noise of pleasure as he forms perfect smoke rings that spiral towards the roof of the warehouse.
She catches him looking after the lighter has passed to Saito. "What? My dad used to smoke them. I sneaked them out to try with friends before I ever touched a cigarette."
With surprising delicacy she takes the trimmer from Arthur and snips the end with a practiced hand. Silently, Eames holds out the lighter to her.
She lets him light it, leaning forward so that her hair falls forward just a fraction. The gold Zippo illuminates her face with dramatic shadows and curves, and for a moment, even in the dim gray light of the warehouse she looks like a siren out of a 1940s noir.
Eames has to concentrate to keep his hand steady as she draws in the smoke and starts the slow burn with small inhales, keeping the cigar alight with embers that will smolder steadily like they should. Halfway through, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, cigar firm between her teeth, and he nearly chokes. Smoke rises out of the corners of her mouth, thick curls that billow unbearably sinful against the dark canvas of her hair.
Her eyes smile at him, and the corner of her lips follow coyly.
Then she pulls away, takes the first proper draw, and then holds the cigar away in one hand to exhale. She watches the thick line of smoke that follows make liquid shapes drifting up and away, and Eames watches her with a lump in his throat. The smoke caresses her lips, follows the curvature of her nose, and catches on her hair. It spins out and builds erotic shapes against a backdrop of sheet metal and pale skin. She looks back down at him, and cocks an eyebrow in question.
He tries to gather his very, very scattered thoughts, and attempts to ignore Arthur's smirk that is sure to mean jibes and humiliation later. "But can you do a bullseye, darling?" he manages, though the question comes out croaky and embarrassingly hoarse.
She smiles. "I've been known to pull off a French inhale, when the mood strikes."
He is pathetically grateful he wasn't on an inhale himself at that moment, because he would have coughed out all of his ridiculously expensive tobacco smoke all over the cement. He manages instead to clench himself into a smile.
"When you're in the mood, darling? You call me."
Cobb gives him a warning glare, and god damn it, Eames doesn't care. Ariadne smiles a bit wider, and that's all the answer he needs.
Title: Parental Guidance
Prompt: Guess who Ariadne's father is?
"What does your father do?"
"Well, this one time, he liberated Croatia."
Eliot Spencer! Bonus if Eliot (and the Leverage team) has to rescue Ariadne (and the Inception team) and when Eliot figures out that Ariadne is in an adult relationship with idk Arthur or Eames, he gets like super overprotective and all glaring and threatening.
A/N: This fill is a fail, because it only gets about halfway there. But anyway:
It's when the van they were about twenty feet away from loading into explodes in a massive flare of scrap metal and fire, sending all of them tumbling to the pavement, that they found out why Ariadne initially objected so little to a life of crime.
Arthur blinked soot out of his eyes, reaching for her hand. "Are you all right?" he asked, rolling over and grimacing at the singed corners of his waistcoat.
"'Mfine," she muttered, but she's pulling out her phone.
"The syndicate must have gotten the drop on us," Cobb was saying, climbing to his feet and already on the move. "We're going to have to get out; it's too hot for us to work here."
"That wasn't a syndicate hit," Ariadne said absently, dialing as they walk, ignoring the yells and sirens as Cobb led them down a side street, Eames bringing up the rear. "It was too messy, and the detonation was off."
Arthur looked sharply at her. "You can spot a syndicate hit by the explosives?"
"It's a very distinctive explosive," she says with a frown. "You should know that." And then, into the phone, "Dad? Are your team doing a job at the moment?"
Arthur gave Cobb a questioning look, but Cobb was preoccupied with finding them a quick exit as they dart across a marketplace and then down a back alley.
"No, we just have some heat on us right now," Ariadne was saying. "We could just use some real life back-up. Yeah, thanks Dad."
Cobb spotted an inoffensive-looking car and one head nod later Eames was boosting it and they're piling in. As he put the car into drive he swung around to look at her. "Love, did you just call your father to help us on a job?"
"He's dealt with this sort of thing before," she shrugged. "I know you guys are good at guns and things in the dream, but since this is outside, I figured--"
"What exactly does your dad do?" Cobb said tensely.
Ariadne smiled. "He's in reclamations."
Arthur blinked, hard, and pulled out his phone, typing madly to bring up her file. And then, as Eames pulled them out into the street and as far away from the blast as possible, he choked.
"Your father is Eliot fucking Spencer?"
Ariadne just shrugged again. "I didn't want to freak you out."
Arthur swallowed. He supposed he understood that. Meeting the parents was stressful enough without knowing your girlfriend's dad had toppled dictatorships without even the help of a goddamn AK-47.
Title: Ant Hills
Prompt: Before tearing apart his father empire, Robert continues to build it up. Finally, when he's on top of the world, he calls Cobb, and asks him to help take it apart.
Like a kid kicking down a sandcastle. And he wants to share.....Do with that what you will.
It takes Robert five years to get it to where he wants it. It's a thing of beauty, a monopoly incontrovertible, a labyrinth of power that has the world at its feet.
Uncle Peter is so proud.
Robert wants to see every inch of it burn.
Every facet of deceit, every greased hand, every unethical penny saved. He has something to prove now, something his father could never have done, and never would have. But something he would have appreciated the beauty of, nonetheless.
Because Robert Fischer Jr. has learned how to create. And now he is going to experience destruction.
There's a file that's been sitting in his personal safe for three years and seven months. In it, there is a photograph, and a reputation several miles long. The best in his business, an architect, an extractor, a thief and, (though this isn't in the file, just in Robert's mind), an inceptor.
Robert knows he should feel violated, and in the first few months of knowing, he had. But then he looked around him, at the magnate he had become and the company his father had built and that he hoped to tear apart, and he had realized the beauty of his mind, altered as it is. It is cleaner now, clearer than it ever was before, and he owes a handsome criminal in a dark suit who he suspects (no, believes) will love this act as much as Robert will himself.
And will love Robert in return, a darker part of his consciousness asserts.
Five years, and he pulls the file from his safe, and copies down the address inside.
He has a flight to catch.
inception_kink a while back, so for the sake of neatness (Saito would approve), here they are, archived in no particular order:Title: Smoke Signals
Prompt: Eames splits a cigar with Ariadne to celebrate a successful mission, only to realize watching her smoke is an incredible turn-on. Sexytimes ensue.
He offers to everyone because it's second nature at this point; he keeps a box of Cubans in his suitcase solely for this purpose, no matter what job he's doing. It's only after he lights up with Cobb that he notices that Ariadne had gone along with it without even hesitating, her thin artist's fingers retrieving a cigar deftly from the box and twirling it in her hand before holding it patiently between two fingers and thumb.
He eyes her as the lighter makes the rounds between all of them, Yusuf making a noise of pleasure as he forms perfect smoke rings that spiral towards the roof of the warehouse.
She catches him looking after the lighter has passed to Saito. "What? My dad used to smoke them. I sneaked them out to try with friends before I ever touched a cigarette."
With surprising delicacy she takes the trimmer from Arthur and snips the end with a practiced hand. Silently, Eames holds out the lighter to her.
She lets him light it, leaning forward so that her hair falls forward just a fraction. The gold Zippo illuminates her face with dramatic shadows and curves, and for a moment, even in the dim gray light of the warehouse she looks like a siren out of a 1940s noir.
Eames has to concentrate to keep his hand steady as she draws in the smoke and starts the slow burn with small inhales, keeping the cigar alight with embers that will smolder steadily like they should. Halfway through, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, cigar firm between her teeth, and he nearly chokes. Smoke rises out of the corners of her mouth, thick curls that billow unbearably sinful against the dark canvas of her hair.
Her eyes smile at him, and the corner of her lips follow coyly.
Then she pulls away, takes the first proper draw, and then holds the cigar away in one hand to exhale. She watches the thick line of smoke that follows make liquid shapes drifting up and away, and Eames watches her with a lump in his throat. The smoke caresses her lips, follows the curvature of her nose, and catches on her hair. It spins out and builds erotic shapes against a backdrop of sheet metal and pale skin. She looks back down at him, and cocks an eyebrow in question.
He tries to gather his very, very scattered thoughts, and attempts to ignore Arthur's smirk that is sure to mean jibes and humiliation later. "But can you do a bullseye, darling?" he manages, though the question comes out croaky and embarrassingly hoarse.
She smiles. "I've been known to pull off a French inhale, when the mood strikes."
He is pathetically grateful he wasn't on an inhale himself at that moment, because he would have coughed out all of his ridiculously expensive tobacco smoke all over the cement. He manages instead to clench himself into a smile.
"When you're in the mood, darling? You call me."
Cobb gives him a warning glare, and god damn it, Eames doesn't care. Ariadne smiles a bit wider, and that's all the answer he needs.
Title: Parental Guidance
Prompt: Guess who Ariadne's father is?
"What does your father do?"
"Well, this one time, he liberated Croatia."
Eliot Spencer! Bonus if Eliot (and the Leverage team) has to rescue Ariadne (and the Inception team) and when Eliot figures out that Ariadne is in an adult relationship with idk Arthur or Eames, he gets like super overprotective and all glaring and threatening.
A/N: This fill is a fail, because it only gets about halfway there. But anyway:
It's when the van they were about twenty feet away from loading into explodes in a massive flare of scrap metal and fire, sending all of them tumbling to the pavement, that they found out why Ariadne initially objected so little to a life of crime.
Arthur blinked soot out of his eyes, reaching for her hand. "Are you all right?" he asked, rolling over and grimacing at the singed corners of his waistcoat.
"'Mfine," she muttered, but she's pulling out her phone.
"The syndicate must have gotten the drop on us," Cobb was saying, climbing to his feet and already on the move. "We're going to have to get out; it's too hot for us to work here."
"That wasn't a syndicate hit," Ariadne said absently, dialing as they walk, ignoring the yells and sirens as Cobb led them down a side street, Eames bringing up the rear. "It was too messy, and the detonation was off."
Arthur looked sharply at her. "You can spot a syndicate hit by the explosives?"
"It's a very distinctive explosive," she says with a frown. "You should know that." And then, into the phone, "Dad? Are your team doing a job at the moment?"
Arthur gave Cobb a questioning look, but Cobb was preoccupied with finding them a quick exit as they dart across a marketplace and then down a back alley.
"No, we just have some heat on us right now," Ariadne was saying. "We could just use some real life back-up. Yeah, thanks Dad."
Cobb spotted an inoffensive-looking car and one head nod later Eames was boosting it and they're piling in. As he put the car into drive he swung around to look at her. "Love, did you just call your father to help us on a job?"
"He's dealt with this sort of thing before," she shrugged. "I know you guys are good at guns and things in the dream, but since this is outside, I figured--"
"What exactly does your dad do?" Cobb said tensely.
Ariadne smiled. "He's in reclamations."
Arthur blinked, hard, and pulled out his phone, typing madly to bring up her file. And then, as Eames pulled them out into the street and as far away from the blast as possible, he choked.
"Your father is Eliot fucking Spencer?"
Ariadne just shrugged again. "I didn't want to freak you out."
Arthur swallowed. He supposed he understood that. Meeting the parents was stressful enough without knowing your girlfriend's dad had toppled dictatorships without even the help of a goddamn AK-47.
Title: Ant Hills
Prompt: Before tearing apart his father empire, Robert continues to build it up. Finally, when he's on top of the world, he calls Cobb, and asks him to help take it apart.
Like a kid kicking down a sandcastle. And he wants to share.....Do with that what you will.
It takes Robert five years to get it to where he wants it. It's a thing of beauty, a monopoly incontrovertible, a labyrinth of power that has the world at its feet.
Uncle Peter is so proud.
Robert wants to see every inch of it burn.
Every facet of deceit, every greased hand, every unethical penny saved. He has something to prove now, something his father could never have done, and never would have. But something he would have appreciated the beauty of, nonetheless.
Because Robert Fischer Jr. has learned how to create. And now he is going to experience destruction.
There's a file that's been sitting in his personal safe for three years and seven months. In it, there is a photograph, and a reputation several miles long. The best in his business, an architect, an extractor, a thief and, (though this isn't in the file, just in Robert's mind), an inceptor.
Robert knows he should feel violated, and in the first few months of knowing, he had. But then he looked around him, at the magnate he had become and the company his father had built and that he hoped to tear apart, and he had realized the beauty of his mind, altered as it is. It is cleaner now, clearer than it ever was before, and he owes a handsome criminal in a dark suit who he suspects (no, believes) will love this act as much as Robert will himself.
And will love Robert in return, a darker part of his consciousness asserts.
Five years, and he pulls the file from his safe, and copies down the address inside.
He has a flight to catch.
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Date: 20 Sep 2010 02:15 (UTC)Okay, you win. I still love you, despite the shortness. <3
Oh! I almost forgot to mention how much I loved the Ariadne/Eames bit. W00t! "When you're in the mood, darling? You call me." I swooned, I admit it. Go Ariadne, with her seductive cigar smoking.
Anyways. Friending to keep track of you. Don't feel obliged to friend back.
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Date: 20 Sep 2010 11:04 (UTC)Anyway, glad you enjoyed these, and certainly friend away! Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 25 Sep 2010 19:40 (UTC)And the cigar one was unreasonably hot. I have no idea why it was so hot, but it was.
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Date: 26 Sep 2010 18:48 (UTC)Smoking cigars is one of those gross-in-reality, fantastically-sexy-in-prose things, I suppose!
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Date: 19 Nov 2010 14:43 (UTC)no subject
Date: 19 Nov 2010 18:12 (UTC)