Back on Track: Post Akward Mornings thread

Eames had actually seen Arthur to the door of the hotel before heading back in to clean up. Taking his time, he capped the liquor and put it on the wet bar before gathering his clothes and tossing them into a corner. That only left the bed.

Taking a deep breath, he stripped it down and tossed the linens in another corner before calling down to housekeeping that he'd need his bed changed before the evening.

Putting on the security lock, he went in and caught a shower, taking his time to scrub himself down and rinse. The entire time he was caught up in thoughts of Arthur, of the scent of his skin, how he'd felt in Eames' arms though he couldn't quite remember actually holding him. It left him wound up and heated, but he'd be damned if a single kiss before Arthur left would be enough to send him over to taking things in hand. Not now. Not yet.

Throwing on khaki slacks and a chambray blue shirt, he grabbed his things and headed down to a place on the corner to pick up coffee and pastries. Kind enough to grab for all, and to cover he was mostly looking out for Arthur, Eames head in, bursting in while singing at the top of his lungs as he came in.

What was he singing? Sadly, "Poker face".