Inception Kink Fest
Welcome to the Inception fandom Kink Fest!
This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
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This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
♥ Inception Kink Fest ♥You can ( Read more... )
"Good crowd," says Mal.
"Always, when you're here."
"You're always here. How long have you been tending bar?"
"A year now?"
"You're young for it."
"I'm good at it."
What else would she do? She left Wisconsin with almost nothing. This is home now, more home than the cold, tiny room she can barely afford.
"Yes, I suppose you are," Mal agrees. "Do you dance?"
"I'm working."
"I'll watch it, honey," says Gerry. Ariadne had almost forgotten she was there. "Go."
She wants to, of course. Doris taught her in her first month of nights off, when Ariadne started the pattern of spending all her time here, working or not.
She walks around the tiny bar and offers Mal her hand. Benny's playing a slow tune at the piano. She likes his songs, which is good because a piano and a singer is all a joint like this can afford.
Ariadne sets her hand on Mal's back. When Mal lays her arm lightly on hers, Ariadne already knows it's going to be good. She can feel Mal balanced lightly on her feet. They sway to the music, a slow one step in place on the tiny dance floor. Ariadne draws them together, and Mal presses against her willingly. The softness of her breasts is tantalizing through the layers of Ariadne's jacket and shirt.
Mal’s singing softly in her ear, words in French. Ariadne doesn’t understand, but it’s beautiful anyway. Feeling Mal’s body move with her is beautiful.
“Where did you learn to dance like this?” asks Mal.
“Here. I learned a lot of things here,” Ariadne says, and it’s true. A lot of things she’d like to do with Mal, if she could.
“Oh, really? Kiss me, then.”
Ariadne doesn’t believe it. She glances at the man in the corner. She’s no fool.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Arthur knows when to keep his mouth shut.”
Mal laughs, and Ariadne tilts her head up and kisses her. She tastes like cigarettes and gin, and she kisses like a woman, soft lips and a tiny graze of teeth. They’re still dancing, almost imperceptible steps to the molasses beat of the music. Ariadne frees her other hand to slide down Mal’s side, feeling the pinch of her waist, cupping the curve of her hip.
The song ends.
“Thank you for the dance,” whispers Mal. Ariadne watches her hips sway as she slinks back towards the stage.
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OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD. I AM ACTUALLY SWOONING. OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HOT AND INTRIGUING AND MAL, AND ARIADNE'S FINGERTIPS AGAINST HER LIPS, HOLY SHIT, I SADFKLJASDFJSD;FKKLAJ;.
AND ARTHUR KNOWING WHEN TO KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT SFKL;ASFSJKDKKFD
GOD, I LOVE THIS. I WOULD READ SO MUCH MORE IN THIS UNIVERSE. <33333
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Thanks for commenting <3
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can you write this forever? my god.
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♥ ♥ ♥ SO MUCH LOVE, DUDE. So much love. This is everything I could have hoped for. ;___________;
OMG
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