artfulforger | Ships Passing: The fallout of falling in to bed

He nodded once, slowly because he wanted to stay close to Arthur, needed another small kiss which he took with a soft sound that was nearly a sigh. So much would have been different if he hadn’t acted swiftly and he knew that. It wasn’t something he’d let happen.

“If you had to cover with me to the others, I owe you. I’m more worried though… I know how pissed and annoyed I would have been if you hadn’t called the day after. I definitely owe you for that.” He winked at him, trying to act himself.

Admittedly, he had been a bit annoyed at the lack of contact yesterday and then not to mention his, admittedly, small pity party (party of one before he knew what had happened). "Yes, yes you do," Arthur smirked, a little teasingly. "Especially after I let you spank me." Which had probably been one of the factors in his mind when he thought of why Eames hadn't contacted him beyond a simple text message.

Arthur shifted on his lap and pressed his lips against Eames' again softly, biting playfully on his bottom lip. "Are you hungry at all? Have food -- that I didn't cook."

Eames hadn't expected Arthur to bring that up and, despite the horrible day he'd had, he couldn't help but laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, you know... I'm willing to bet that's how you want me to owe you so I'm not buying you're off put by that," he teased, leaning into the kiss.

"I could eat," he admitted with the shrug of one shoulder. "You can't cook?"

"Now who said that," he asked teasingly with a smirk, though there was another part of his brain that said otherwise. He chuckled and bit on his lip. "I wasn't joking when I mentioned setting a microwave on fire." Arthur made to slide from Eames' lap so he could go grab the food out of the fridge.

"You make it obvious," he said, almost sounding like himself. "I kind of want to see it," he admitted, tugging Arthur back for a quick kiss.

"Don't be long," he admonished in a soft, tender growl.

"Do I," he mused, noticing that Eames was sounding little by little like his normal self. He allowed Eames to tug him back in before pulling back and licking his lips. "What do you want to see," Arthur asked, looking at him. He found himself wanting to do what he could to make this a better evening/night for the forger. There was of course, as Eames had surmised, that urge to have Eames spank him again.

"Mm, I won't," Arthur murmured and slid from his lap to walk over to the small kitchen and taking out the food. It was all food that he knew wouldn't be bad if it was cold - salad, cold cuts, cheese, fruit and bread.

"You trying to cook," he said with a grin. "Or you blowing up a kitchen. I could be happy with either outcome," he admitted, watching Arthur the entire time. Just being here, being alone with Arthur and able to stop thinking about what had happened, what he had with this man suddenly. It was different and comforting at the same time.

That Arthur had gone through all that trouble meant a lot to Eames and he couldn't help but smile that he'd done this.

"You're good to me, you know."

Despite himself, Arthur laughed at that and sent Eames an amused grin. "You're the one who would have to call the fire department," he said, coming back over with two bowls of salad and a plate with a selection of the bread, cheese, fruit and cold cuts.

He shrugged a shoulder and sent him a smile. If given the chance, you would probably do the same. "Want something to drink?"

"Probably not here," he said with a glance around. "I kind of like this place. Maybe the warehouse. Let Cobb clean it up," he said as if that was the answer to everything. Except they knew it wasn't. It was Arthur that solved the problems,. Arthur the one that fixed things. Now he just maybe didn't have to do it alone; like he had for the last three years.

"I'd love something. Doesn't even have to be alcohol," he admitted.

"No, I am particularly fond of this apartment," Arthur mused with a smirk. He shook his head. They both knew that it was he who solved the problem and fixed what needed to be fixed. Having done it by himself for a number of years, it was no wonder he had taken so well to the other night -- just giving the reins to Eames for a little bit. "And we both know exactly who he would get to clean it up for him," he said dryly before walking back into the kitchen to get them both a drink.

Once he returned, he took a seat next to Eames, instead of returning to his lap, so they could both eat easier and handed a soda to him. "If you do want alcohol, I do have plenty of it left," he sent a sideways glance at him. It was the alcohol that had brought them to this point afterall. Alcohol and being the opportunists that they were.

That comment about the apartment did leave Eames silent for a moment because he had realized that Arthur had gone out of his way. He never had to let him come here. He could have arranged for a hotel for the night. He could have insisted they go to Eames' place. Instead he'd let Eames come here.

"You know, you didn't have to invite me back here, even after I asked," he admitted in a low voice. "I mean, this isn't a throw away place, is it?" It definitely didn't look like it.

"Let me eat first. I think that pizza was the last time I ate," he confessed, shrugging one shoulder. "Might not want alcohol before I eat."

Arthur grew silent for a minute before looked at Eames. "I wouldn't have had you come here if I didn't want you here," he admitted, softly. He shook his head and looked around the apartment. "I've had it for going on five years now." Not many people knew about it. It was under the assumed name Brendan Samson who had had the apartment since his college years and now those formative years in an architectural firm.

He frowned. "Should have gotten something more hearty," he said and looked at the salad and selections in front of them.

Reaching over, he took Arthur's hand. "I know. I'm just... I'm stunned and touched by the trust you're showing me," he admitted, stroking his thumb over the back of his hand. "And I will show you the same respect that no one will ever hear about this place from me," he vowed.

"No, this is perfect. Still not sure I could ear more, or heartier."

Arthur allowed Eames to take his hand and looked at him, nodding. He was glad for that, honestly. He would hate to give this place up for anything. It was one of the places that he actually lived in when he had the chance. "Thank you," he said.

Arthur was showing a lot more trust in Eames than he could probably ever imagine showing trust to someone. But, he trusted Eames to keep his side of the bargain.

"Then help yourself," he said with a small smile.

Pulling his hand to his mouth, he kissed the back of his hand with a small smile. "You're good to me, Darling. I like that," he admitted, letting go of his hand.

Moving to dig into the food, showing no shame in eating heavily. He showed manners, but that Eames had gone a bit too long without food certainly showed through in his actions.

"You should eat too," he murmured.

Arthur smiled small. He could probably joke it off, say something that would make the air a little less thick with emotion and feelings but he didn't. Instead, Arthur just nodded.

He watched Eames eat and couldn't resist the smile. Glad that the food hadn't merely gone to waste. "I will," he murmured and started in on some of the food. He wasn't nearly as hungry as Eames was but he still put away a good amount.

There was a lot of emotions going on between them, so much that they had never had before. It was easy pretending you didn't care but finding out you did, that changed a lot.

"Thank you for letting me be here," he murmured softly. "I'm not sure what I would have done tonight without you."

As far as Arthur was concerned, nearly everything had changed between them since he sent that text message when he was absolutely trashed. Normally, he tried so hard to keep himself bottled up, not let anyone in and do everything by himself. Monaco had just been the beginning of things to come but they hadn't been ready then. Not like they were now -- least not nearly as much as they were now. Even now, Arthur couldn't help but wonder if they were ready but it was too late now and truly, Arthur was glad to have someone like Eames there. He knew despite all of their antagonism and the, quite frankly, amazing sex, there was actual respect there on both sides.

"Wouldn't want you anywhere else," he said softly, looking over at him. That was the absolute truth of it. He didn't think Eames needed to be alone right now and frankly, Arthur hadn't wanted to be alone either. It was much better waking up with Eames' arm slung around him.

Nothing about Eames' life was the same anymore. Of all the things that had happened in his life, all the things that had changed, he felt this one was the most significant. It was one thing running, gambling, being caught in dreams, and then this. Sharing a meal, a moment, time with a man, with a person, that made him smile and just want to be there. It was what he wanted. He just wanted to be here with Arthur and talk. That alone was almost stunning for the forger.

Shocking, a bit terrifying with the knowledge of the lives they were in, how deep this could all get if they weren't careful. But that was them, wasn't it? Careful, watchful, unwilling to give this up and yet worried about what it would become. If it would become anything.

"Neither would I," he admitted, reaching for Arthur's hand. "All I could think about when I was trying to decide if I should keep wanting was that I wanted to call you. Not because I knew Arthur could fix it, but because I wanted to be here with here with you."

The more Arthur thought about it, considered it and looked at the situation on all sides, he knew they would be careful and mindful of those around them. They hadn't gotten to where they were by being lazy and flippant.

His lips curled up and laced his fingers together with Eames. He was full now and as such, he moved in closer and leaned against Eames' side. Arthur found that it was easier to curl up next to Eames than he would have ever thought it would be perhaps. It was nice, for once, that someone just truly wanted to be here with him and not because he was the point man and could fix anything should the problem arise. "No one has said that to me before," he admitted, softly. "That you wanted to call me because of just me and not because you needed my help." It didn't mean he wouldn't offer his services should Eames need it but it was nice that it wasn't the only reason.

Life changed. That was the story of their lives. No one started out in dream share. No one started out a criminal. No one that Eames had ever known knew from the time they were a child that this was the life they wanted or would seek out. They all found themselves here and the ones that lasted were the ones that adapted. Finding themselves in this relationship, staying as quiet as they needed to be and making it work, that was part of changing and adapting as well. A part that Eames was actually looking forward to.

Eames chuckled. “It wasn’t fun but I had it handled. I just… When it was done, I wanted to be with you, like this,” he admitted, sighing heavily and content with being there next to him. “Somewhere I felt safe, who would tell me if I was a fucking moron at the same time,” he said with a small laugh. “You should have heard that before me though,” he murmured softly. “You’ve let people treat you like shit.” And by people he means Cobb. Lets have no mistake about that.

He was glad that Eames felt safe with him. He felt much the same way when it came to the forger as well. There wasn't anywhere that he would rather be sometimes than here with him. 'Here' was general, of course. It didn't matter where they were, he just wanted to be with Eames. "Now you're here," he said and rested a hand on the forger's thigh.

Arthur knew exactly who Eames meant by people. There had only been one person that Arthur allowed to treat him like that and that was Cobb. It was amazing, and sad really, what guilt would do to a person. After the other night, after he had put away a third of tequila and some vodka, Arthur knew it had to stop. Eames being there and talking sense helped as well. It wasn't as though Arthur had only taken jobs with Cobb during the last two years but he had been quite the fixture in Arthur's life. Sometimes, enough was just enough and he had made it to that point.

"I know," he said. And he did. It had been his own fault but in the end, he was correcting that mistake. Better late than never, right? "Once this is done, it's over," he murmured. Honestly, Arthur was a little annoyed with himself that he had allowed it to continue for as long as it had. If he never had to see Cobb again for years to come, he would be okay with that.

"You know that here is with you and now this swag apartment right," he asked, allowing a grin to show. Leave it to Eames to not be able to go too long with the series without cracking a joke. If he didn't make the laugh, even a bad one, then he risked worrying Arthur in one way or another but he wasn't taking that chance.

"If I ever start treating you like shit, I want you to kick me in the arse. You understand me," he said, arching a brow. "I don't want to be like one of those arseholes in your life." Like the one he had to be polite to and not tell to fuck off.

Despite himself, Arthur chuckled.

Leave it to Eames. "Swag," he repeated with an amused smirk. "I'm not sure whether to be more surprised that you know that word or that you actually used it." Course, to counter all the joking, Arthur had to give his own in return. It was the natural order of things after all. He pressed a kiss to Eames' neck before he leaned forward and started gathering all the food together.

"Trust me, I won't hesitate to kick your ass," he shot Eames a sideways look. "He's not going to be in my life for very much longer."

"Hey, have you seen my wardrobe," he asked, arching a brow. "I'm all about the swag," he teased, leaning in against Arthur once more as he moved forward. "Cleaning up? There's the Arthur everyone thinks you are," he teased.

"You're just thinking about my arse now, aren't you," he teased, smiling as he sat back on the couch, half sprawled. "I know. And if he won't go quietly, I'll persuade him."

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Oooooh, that icon! <3

I do love that one

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