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arthur "angrily eats salad" ([personal profile] pointedlook) wrote2017-10-06 05:16 am
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[personal profile] plagiary 2018-08-09 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( He only lets go to pull his shirt free from his waistband, not even bothering to unbutton it before he's tugging it over his head. His undershirt goes next, leaving his hair a mess that he doesn't try to fix because he's working on his belt. Eames undresses with ease - it's nothing Arthur hasn't seen before, and honestly he's just glad to shed as much of his travel as he can.

He does leave his pants on, because he's not a hooligan.

Well, at least not today.
)

You know, you say things like that and I'm not entirely sure I didn't hit my head somewhere halfway across the globe.

( He's teasing, grinning with a flash of teeth as he lets himself relax. )
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[personal profile] plagiary 2018-08-26 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh, but that smile. Eames would raze cities and burn down monuments to keep that smile on Arthur's face. He quickly forgoes being even the slightest bit demure and strips the rest of his clothes off, slipping into bed beside the other man. When he turns on his side to look at him, head pillowed against his arm, he's sure he has the stupidest look on his face.

But he doesn't try to hide it, not anymore. This is important.
)

Do you know how lovely you look when you smile, Arthur?

( He lifts a hand, thumb tracing the outline of his bottom lip before his palm cups Arthur's jaw. It's gentle, and soft, and he feels a little exposed with it, but it has to be said. )

The first time I saw it I knew there'd never be anything prettier.
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[personal profile] plagiary 2018-10-02 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I do.

( He's always been a helpless romantic, really. No amount of burying it deep has ever cured him of the reality. And something about Arthur brings that out in him. He wonders if the other man knows quite the effect he had, or quite how much of it he resuscitated.

But the thing between them is new, and delicate, and Eames may have gone about this all wrong but he wants to do it right now. He smiles a little, at the blushing, leans over to press his lips to Arthur's hot cheek before he settles back. The bed is soft, the sheets just the nice side of newly cool, and he can already feel himself losing the remainder of his tension.
)

Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.
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/holds arms open

[personal profile] plagiary 2019-05-01 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Pft.

( It comes out soft, because Arthur's arm around his stomach has a soothing weight that Eames had not anticipated before. His pulse picks up regardless, but the rest of him feels secure. He even feels his eyes closing, fingers drifting to rub a pattern over the bony knob of Arthur's wrist before they fall to the mattress again. )

As if they'd question how you know. You're the keeper of secrets, darling. You could say anything you wanted about me and they'd assume you were just clever enough to steal the answers.

( He's a house surrounded by a forest of lies and yet Arthur still manages to creep in. )