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

Eames didn’t look away from that dark gaze. He knew that he would respect Arthur’s choices but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about them. Not when it could mean just watching him, thinking about the two night they’d had so far and then pretending it was nothing. He damn well had done enough of pretending in the years since they’d known one another.

“Do you know I wanted to ask you out after our first job,” he asked suddenly. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I didn’t because you went off with Cobb and Mallorie but I thought about it.”

And he’d thought about it for years, but then life had twisted up for them all and it never seemed right. He smiled, stealing a kiss. “I was thinking a stiffer drink than that but if we get the water started, I’ll get you a bottle of water and then we can retire to the tub.

Arthur's eyebrows rose at Eames' admission. "You did," he asked. He remembered that first job and he also remembered how they had acted around each other then. Arthur too was tired of pretending nothing was between them.

His lips curled up. "I wouldn't say no to a stiffer drink," he said and stole another kiss before he shifted and slowly stood from Eames' lap with a soft groan and stretched slowly. "Do you want drink duty or tub duty," he asked.

"I tried to get up the balls but then you were rushing off and there was a million things and I needed the work so I wasn't going to muck it up with you when you laughed me off," he admitted, shrugging as if it hadn't been that big of a deal to him though it had been.

He watched him moved, smiling as he ran a hand over Arthur's hip. 'Go get the water started and I'll find my way around," he offered.

Arthur's eyebrows drew together as he brought Eames' head to his and looking him square in the eye. "I wouldn't have laughed you off, Eames," he said seriously. "I thought about you after that first job -- dreamt of you when I still dreamt. I thought about your voice, thought about that way your arm slid around me and tugged me out of the line of fire from a nasty projection -- and I thought about the way you were so fucking capable and infuriating you were in your brilliance. It was only by the third...fourth job we took together that I really realized it for what it really was. I wasn't really infuriated...I was infatuated." He paused and took a breath, realizing everything had been tumbling out as though he had no definition of a filter. "Or as Mallorie liked to say, I had found my 'one' in you - the only man who can out stubborn me and worm his way past all my best defenses," he whispered. "And around that time was Monaco."

Arthur's lips quirked up. "Alright," he said, sliding a hand over Eames' cheek before turning and walking toward the bedroom, not even stopping to bother with their clothing. His ass was undoubtedly red as were his thighs and he could feel it with every movement he made. Fuck but it was a good feeling.

"I know that now," he said as if that should have been perfectly clear then as well. But then Arthur went on and his heart ached in his chest. To know that he hadn't been alone, had the same thoughts and imagined some of the same things and that they had both, since that moment, been waiting for this one.

He chuckled though. "I thought about kissing you then," he admitted. "There in the dream, when I grabbed you. Couldn't do it though. Damned if I had you thinking of it only as part of a dream and nothing more."

He worried now Arthur would see it all as nothing more than inception and the danger inherent in the act. It wasn't for him though. It was something he'd waited years for.

"She told me to ask you out," he admitted. "I told her she was a romantic and blinded by love," he admitted. "And there I was, just as infatuated as you were."

He sighed as Arthur moved away, smiling a bit. He watched him go, staring at the sway of his reddened ass before he rose and sought out a bottle. Screw glasses while they were in the bath.

Arthur chuckled and ducked his head a fraction. "Thought about what it would be like if you had kissed me when you grabbed me," he admitted. What he would have done, he wasn't sure. It wasn't just Inception though. Yes, knowing that they may never have a chance to do this again if the job went to hell was a factor but it wasn't the sole factor.

"She was a romantic, wasn't she," he said, it really not being a question at all despite being formulated like one. He paused and allowed a smile to curl on his lips. "I bet you she's as smug as can be right now," he said, his voice soft. He wasn't normally a spiritual man but he liked to think Mal was in a much better place right now.

Eames would find the liquor on the shelf in his cabinet - a good variety from tequila, vodka, whiskey, scotch, bourbon and a few bottles of wine. As he made his way around the kitchen, Arthur got the tub started. He didn't have anything like bath oils or bubble bath but a nice hot bath would work just as well.

"Well damn," he said with a rumbling sound as he came to the doorway. In one hand he had a bottle of scotch, the cap missing and a the bottle a swig low. "I guess we'll have to make time in dreams one night, see if it's any different," he teased, leaning against the door frame and watching Arthur.

"You know she is. In the end, she always won," he pointed out. She was the only one he'd ever seen with that kind of luck. He doubted he'd ever see it again.

Stepping forward, he held out the bottle. "Do keep up so I can use you as an excuse not to come in too early tomorrow," he teased. "That way I can get in even later, if you're late."

Arthur stood as the tub filled and turned to look at Eames with a smirk. "Guess we will," he said, and looked the forger over slowly, allowing his tongue to flick over his bottom lip at the sight the other man made.

He nodded silently in agreement. She had at that - every single time. He missed her. The real Mallorie and not the guilt ridden!shade of the real woman.

"Haven't we seen what happens when I drink," Arthur teased with a smirk. He took the bottle from him though and took a drink. "Mm, I see how it is though," he mused with a smirk. "But if I'm late, then that means you should be on time so they don't see anything off about it," he teased. He took another drink from the bottle before handing it back over.

"Don't have any bubbles or oils but think just being with you and the bottle of scotch will be just fine."

He could imagine it. A tryst in a dream. The two of them and whatever they could dream up. Would the projections imagine it an intrusion? The thought made him smile as he handed over the bottle to Arthur.

"As for you drunk, it can have its benefits," he noted. "Got us talking, didn't it?" Which had led to this and Eames wouldn't ever regret that. Taking back the bottle, he took another swig.

"I think I just need us and alcohol," he said with a nod, setting the bottle on the edge of the tub. "You okay," he asked softly, hand running over Arthur's hip.

"You're right about that," Arthur agreed. "It had it's benefits and it did get us to talk." Looking back on it, the only thing he could say that was the worst part was the hangover itself. But everything out - texting Eames, coming over, sleeping with him, the next day and that night...then tonight had all been worth it. "Can't say I regret it for one minute."

Arthur took a step closer to Eames and slid a hand over his chest. "Mm, yeah; i'm okay," he said, looking at him. "Sore but nothing you, alcohol, sleep and a day or two won't fix."

"You think we would have if that night hadn't happened," he asked, curious of how long they might have dragged this out the way they were going. "Good. I'd be pissed if you did," he admitted, smiling though as he let his hand come to rest on the other man's hip.

"Me in there, huh," he asked, grinning. "I do like hearing that." He leaned in, kissing him softly. "On the being careful front, we're going to have to consider things like timing and clothes and maybe a bag at one another's hotels. Just with a quick change if needed."

Arthur stayed silent for a moment as he thought about it. "I think it might have taken us a little longer to reach this point," he said. "More than likely after the job or perhaps while we were under at some point." His lips quirked up. "No need for that," he said, stepping in even closer to him and pressing a kiss to his jaw.

He returned the soft kiss when Eames kissed him. Arthur liked the feel of their lips pressed together.

"I was thinking the same thing," he admitted. "Let's get in the tub then we can talk about it," he said and took a step away from Eames' body so he could step into the tub, careful of the scotch bottle on the edge. "Not only would it be a good idea in terms of not letting anyone find out but in case something happens and we have to make a quick exit."

"Under and likely seen by Cobb," he said with a smirk. "That would be a wonderful and glorious thing," he said before stopping and affecting a more serious look. "I mean bad. It would be bad," he said, laughing even as he did so.

It was the little things that Eames was finding enjoyable as well. Like the weight of Arthur sitting on his lap. Of course, the spankings didn't hurt much either.

He nodded, waiting until Arthur got settled before he moved to climb into the tub with him. Hissing softly at the heat, though he smiled as he sank into the water and moved to pulled Arthur's now water slicked body closer to him.

Arthur chuckled. "Perhaps being seen by Cobb unless he's blinded by everything else," he said. "Most likely being seen by Ariadne and Saito and Yusuf though."

Once he was settled in the tub and relaxing back against Eames' chest, Arthur found a soft sigh slipping from his lips. Admittedly, his bottom was hurting being pressed against the hot but hard porcelain. It was helping though, soaking in the hot water and being held in Eames' arms. He lifted a hand out of the water to take the bottle of scotch and took a drink from the bottle.

"This was a very good idea," he said, licking his lips and offered it to Eames.

"You do seem to have an idea about us being spotted," he teased. "Are you a closet voyeur, Arthur? Am I missing the truth here," he asked, arching a brow. "Will we start playing in public?" Pushing, enjoying the look on the other man's face because he knew he wouldn't take the chance with them, wouldn't risk them being seen. Especially not on this job.

Wrapping an arm around him, fingers lightly stroking over his chest.

"Of course it was. I get time with you and being pampered. Has anyone ever pampered you, Love?"

Arthur chuckled and sat down the bottle. "Mm, only in dreams," he teased, giving Eames a small wicked smirk. He wouldn't do anything else to risk them being seen by anyone in the business. It just wouldn't do. He wouldn't put either of them in that kind of danger.

He hummed softly at Eames' attentions. "No, no one has ever pampered me before," he said, sliding his fingers along Eames' legs slowly.

His touch stilled, tilting his head slightly to look at Arthur. "Are you kidding or serious? Do you like doing it in front of projections," he asked, suddenly curious.

"Well then you deserve it more than ever, don't you?"

Arthur's eyebrows rose as he tilted his head to look at him. "I'm kidding -- I haven't done anything like that in front of projections before," he admitted. Though that shouldn't come to any surprise, Arthur being Arthur.

"Mm, I like to think so, yes," he grinned.

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"Sure you haven't. I don't believe you," he said, haughty and yet trying not to laugh," he admitted. "I have," he added, smirking. "Won't say with who though.

"Then I'll have to pamper you."

He smirked in amusement and chuckled. "Mm, is that right," Arthur asked. "That's fine, you don't have to tell me you're deep dark secrets," he teased.

Arthur snuggled back into Eames' chest, a soft sigh slipping from his lips. "You don't have to," he started to say. It wasn't exactly something he was used to but he also wasn't going to deny that he didn't hate the idea either.

He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Nothing deep or dark. Was working a job with Matthis as Extactor. He had a thing for me and one practice got a little wild. Then Yusuf, who was dreaming, walked in on us and the projections took us out," he said, with a shrug.

"Did I say I had to? I want to. I'm offering to."

Arthur chuckled and shook his head. "That I can see," he mused and glanced back at him with an amused grin. He knew of Matthis, had never worked with him personally but had heard of him through the grapevine. He was a good extractor from what he heard.

"Mm, no - you didn't. I'll gladly take you pampering me," he said and tilted his head so he could kiss Eames' jaw. He shifted in the tub a little, his bottom hurting a little more than he used to against the porcelain.

"Why I never worked with him after that though. I didn't want to get the reputation of being nothing but some dreamscape fuck bunny," he said with a shrug.

"How can I not want to. You're adorable when I do, and then you sit on my lap," he teased but it was laced with honesty. "How could I not want that?"

"Can't imagine you ever getting that reputation," Arthur admitted and leaned his head in to nip at Eames' neck.

His lips curled up as his cheeks flushed at the mention of sitting on Eames' lap and being adorable. No one normally called him adorable -- other names, yes but adorable? Hardly. He liked it though -- and he especially found himself liking to sit on Eames' lap. "Mm, going to ruin my badass reputation," Arthur teased.

He gave Arthur a look. "You haven't heard the comments mad about some of my forged forms then," he admitted, sighing heavily. "You can't even imagine the shit I've heard."

He shivered, eyes closing at the nip. "Mmmm, that is wonderful."

"Nope, I'm not. I'm going to tell them all you're an ass and a jerk and keep all of this to myself. My lap warmer," he said, grinning crookedly.

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Arthur had feelings. Lots of them.

I adore his feelings! All the feelings. Always!

All the feelings forever!

And evers!

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