Arthur groaned softly and pressed in closer against Eames' chest and deepened the kiss. He hadn't realized just how deep this had gotten for him either -- how worried and upset he was about Eames (and about them) when Eames hadn't called after that night, how much he trusted Eames to be here with him in his home, how much he hated seeing the worry and fear in Eames' eyes and would do anything to make it go away. He pulled back from Eames' lips and licked at his bottom lip.

"I know you don't," he whispered and nuzzled the corner of his mouth. "Fuck, I know, Eames," he whispered and kissed along his jaw, just pressing in close.