[ There's a strangled sort of noise coming from Eames and when Arthur turns to look, he raises an eyebrow at the bit of shock written across his face. They've seen each other shirtless. Actually, completely stark nude. And in many cases, with his legs spread wide without a single care in the world.
He's about to make some comment on that but then he's reeled in, going easily with the tug and glancing up. Whatever sarcastic remark he had just dies then, completely killed by the soft words and softer look. Swallowing, he feels his face heat up, embarrassed and flattered all at once. Ducking his head, he leans in to set his cheek on Eames' shoulder, both arms wrapping loosely around the forger's waist. ]
Asshole, why do you have to be good with words.
[ It's murmured, no heat behind it because this is his version of vulnerable, the hard edges filed away to let himself just enjoy the embrace. To let any of the touching happen to begin with. ]
I, uh, am too. [ Wait. ] In love with you, I mean.
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Date: 2018-08-09 08:33 pm (UTC)He's about to make some comment on that but then he's reeled in, going easily with the tug and glancing up. Whatever sarcastic remark he had just dies then, completely killed by the soft words and softer look. Swallowing, he feels his face heat up, embarrassed and flattered all at once. Ducking his head, he leans in to set his cheek on Eames' shoulder, both arms wrapping loosely around the forger's waist. ]
Asshole, why do you have to be good with words.
[ It's murmured, no heat behind it because this is his version of vulnerable, the hard edges filed away to let himself just enjoy the embrace. To let any of the touching happen to begin with. ]
I, uh, am too. [ Wait. ] In love with you, I mean.
[ Holy fuck why is this so hard??? ]