( Instead he poked fun, and hid away from the truth of the matter. But Eames is tired of shadows and secrets. He's too old for them, and when Arthur blushes like that he wonders what he was so scared of in the first place. Certainly not this, because even in it's sweet agony it's perfect.
When Eames pulls back, his grin is more real, more familiar. It's easy to lift a hand to cup Arthur's jaw, to stroke his thumb along the sharp edge of his cheekbone. Easier still to lean in. )
I'm going to kiss you now, if that's all right.
( He doesn't wait for an answer. Arthur's fumbling was enough of one, and they've already wasted years. So he kisses him instead of pausing, a firm press of his mouth, fingers moving to thread through his hair. It's not like any of his fantasies, and that's what makes his pulse kick, because they're in Arthur's home, half dressed, somewhat exhausted, and Eames hasn't tried to ply him with expensive wine and cheap flirtation. Frankly, it's fucking amazing. )
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Date: 2018-08-09 09:05 pm (UTC)( Instead he poked fun, and hid away from the truth of the matter. But Eames is tired of shadows and secrets. He's too old for them, and when Arthur blushes like that he wonders what he was so scared of in the first place. Certainly not this, because even in it's sweet agony it's perfect.
When Eames pulls back, his grin is more real, more familiar. It's easy to lift a hand to cup Arthur's jaw, to stroke his thumb along the sharp edge of his cheekbone. Easier still to lean in. )
I'm going to kiss you now, if that's all right.
( He doesn't wait for an answer. Arthur's fumbling was enough of one, and they've already wasted years. So he kisses him instead of pausing, a firm press of his mouth, fingers moving to thread through his hair. It's not like any of his fantasies, and that's what makes his pulse kick, because they're in Arthur's home, half dressed, somewhat exhausted, and Eames hasn't tried to ply him with expensive wine and cheap flirtation. Frankly, it's fucking amazing. )