A shiver slid down Arthur's spine as he stood on slightly wobbly legs. Keeping his gaze on Eames', Arthur moved his hands to his sweat pants and slid them down and off of his hips. He was left in only a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.

It took barely any time for Arthur to bend himself over Eames' lap. his arms resting on the couch cushion and biting on his bottom lip in anticipation.