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[artfulforger]

Phone. Texts. Emails. IC contact here.

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[bamf_pointman]

They hadn't specifically discussed being monogamous but the truth was, Arthur had no urge to be with anyone else. Ever since they decided to do this and pursue this further after the job, Arthur was committed to it.

His mouth curled up reading the responding text before he shot another back to him.

Good - I think I'd like to see that.

As far as he was concerned, and he knew it wasn't one sided, Eames was his just as he was Eames'.

Before I come down, should I bring anything with me? Special tea or speciality packaged food?

Yeah, he was thinking ahead.

[artfulforger]

He laughed then, smiling. He had worried Arthur would point out he wasn't asking, and then he'd have to deal with the knowledge that the point man might be seeing others. He couldn't assume he wouldn't. Not until Arthur said he wouldn't. That didn't mean it hurt less to imagine.

Nope, the one thing I definitely want for you, I already have. I think you'll look adorable in them.

And now he was being wicked, and he knew it. Just trying to get Arthur to thinking about what he might mean.

[bamf_pointman]

So that we're both on the same page, I have no plan on being with anyone else. Just you.

Whether it needed to be said or not, it was out there. Just as Eames had put it out there for him as well. He had no desire to be with anyone else.

As soon as Arthur sent that text, he received the next one and blinked once then twice. He could feel his cheeks warm - he could only imagine what Eames was up to.

Do I get any hints, Mr. Eames?

[artfulforger]

Oh good. I won't have to have anyone killed.

He didn't mean that. Did he? It's Eames, so who knows. He might mean it.

He waited though, expecting that a message like that was going to come. He waited though, waited to see what he might have to say. He grinned when he got that message.

You'll be wearing it.

[bamf_pointman]

While he'd like to say that he wouldn't put it past him (and he wouldn't), he knew Eames well. Still, the text made him smile and roll his eyes in a playful manner.

He felt like it was easier and easier to be playful and teasing with the forger - to simply just be himself and not the ever loving perfectionist he was while on a job.

His eye brow rose at the next text that came through and hummed to himself.

Oh? Now you're making me anxious to get down there.

Not that he wasn't already anxious - this just added to that.