[ Eames tosses him that sheepish look and he has to stop himself from grabbing hold of his chin and kissing him. It's stupid and overwhelming, the urge, because as much as he wants it, he's worried about it at the same time.
Thankfully, Eames takes that possibility out of his hands for a second, the light touch another try. This time, he caves with increments, first turning his cheek into his palm. The forger's hands are big and warm, fingertips a little calloused from working with them as much as he does. Arthur catches his eyes sliding shut as he leans into it more, but doesn't fight it. ]
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Thankfully, Eames takes that possibility out of his hands for a second, the light touch another try. This time, he caves with increments, first turning his cheek into his palm. The forger's hands are big and warm, fingertips a little calloused from working with them as much as he does. Arthur catches his eyes sliding shut as he leans into it more, but doesn't fight it. ]