For Arthur - Follow up to all that texting

[artfulforger]

He would blame this all on Ariadne when it went wrong. At least in his head. Openly he'd tell her nothing of the sort because he cared for the insistent little wench and couldn't bring it to himself to tell her no. Nonono. Easily he could tell himself but not her.

Taking a hack across town, he tried the phone one last time - and received that disconnect message again - before he knocked at the door.

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[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

Settling in once more, Eames closed his eyes and dozed off.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur was the first one to wake up and the movie had been long over by that time.

He looked up at Eames, watching him before reaching up a hand slowly to brush his fingertips lightly over the other's lips. And then the ridge of his nose before following that "path" to the forger's eyebrows.

[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

He didn't come to. Not at first. Muscles twitched, his lips curled up at the corners. It was only as those dexterous fingers brushed along his brows that one eye opened, peering down at Arthur curiously.

"Feeling a bit more yourself, pet?"

[littlspecificty]

Arthur moved his fingers down to gently squeeze Eames' nose, "Maybe."

[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

That got a lazy, sleepy laugh from Eames. "So we keep lounging here until I get a yes? That it?"

[littlspecificty]

Fingers going down to those full lips, "Maybe."

[artfulforger.livejournal.com]

"You still need to eat," he said, kissing the tips of Arthur's fingers.