Ships Passing: The fallout of falling in to bed - For Arthur

[artfulforger]

Eames had roused when Arthur started moving, though he wasn't even close to ready to get out of bed. The beauty of things was, it wasn't as if he could be seen going in at the same time as the point man, so he merely dragged the blanket half over his head and pretended to sleep.

He lay there, listening to Arthur move around the room, crawling out long enough to kiss him and mumble about seeing him later in the day.

Except Eames never came in. No call. Just a text saying all was good, explain later. He said nothing though when he came in the day after, two days worth of stubble and looking downright worn and weary as he dropped down at his desk.

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[artfulforger]

"Damn right you are." He did love hearing it. He couldn't help himself but there was something about him saying it the way he did that really made him smile, and helped him to relax. He just liked the soft sound of it, the emotion that came with it.

"Interesting," he said, silent a moment. "I think we can try it. Maybe after this job," he added. "Just in case something goes wrong and all." Neither of them could take chances with outside stress hurting things on this job of all jobs.

"A lot of things," he admitted softly. "Public places. Being bound yeah."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur smiled and moved in closer to the forger. He liked this, being wrapped up in Eames' arms and watching the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took.

"If we tried it, definitely has to be after the job," Arthur agreed and glanced up at him. He would be damned if he let anything jeopardize this job other than what they had going on now. They didn't need any other factors slipping in unnoticed - they would have plenty of that on the job.

"Public places," he asked, his eyebrows raising - a little interested in that as well.