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

"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.

Arthur blinked and shook his head. "No, I haven't and even if I did - they're forged forms for a reason." He really didn't want to know probably.

He was glad to hear that. As much as he liked bites himself, he enjoyed nipping, licking and biting others -- and by others, he meant Eames now. "Oh good, I had hoped so," he smirked, though he hadn't doubted it for a moment. "Can't let just anyone know that I love sitting on your lap and/or having you spank me, can we."

"That's because you're a better man than most," he pointed out. "You don't let yourself get too deep into the dreams, either."

"I don't plan on telling anyone. I'm a greedy bastard and only plan on sharing you when I have to," he added. "Especially not sharing that ass. Definitely not on the job," he added, snickering.

"No, that is certainly true," he said. He had seen where getting too lost in dreams had lead to and it wasn't anywhere he wanted to ever be.

Arthur chuckled and pressed his nose against Eames' neck before lifting his head and resting it on his shoulder. "Good, I'm pretty greedy myself," he admitted. "Only you are allowed to see that side of me."

He paused, realizing what he'd said and how it could have sound. "Baby, shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up..."

Her. Mallorie. Part of the reason they were all sucked up on this job. No, the only reasons they were all trying inception.

He wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. "Glad that's settled then. Don't think I won't torture you with reminders of it at the worst times though."

Arthur shook his head and shifted so he can look at him. "No, I know you didn't," he said. Eames wouldn't, he was usually very conscious about what he said when it came to Mallorie and what happened. Arthur knew that and understood that better than most.

He was the same way.

"I couldn't imagine a thing like that from you," he said dryly but teasingly, not even bothering to hide his smirk. "I know I'll be reminded of it tomorrow every time I sit down."

For Eames there were times he worked hard to forget. The problem with that was that you forgot when it meant making the worst possible comment.

"You know you look forward to it. Maybe," he said, wondering how this side of them would mesh with the professional that Arthur was and always would be.

He chuckled and ducked his head a fraction. "Perhaps I am -- a reminder," he said and gave him a half smile. He was a professional first and foremost outside of his home and he would remain so. Still, he couldn't help but remember yesterday and how it was something he knew but no one else did (unless they were closely observing him and noticed the straighter back and shifting he did in his seat every once in a while).

"So then you accept that I can do this to you and watch and enjoy," he teased. Leaning in, he kissed the curve of his ear. "And then, when I head to the loo to get off thinking about you, I'll let you know."

Arthur made a soft sound from the back of his throat and licked his lips. "Mm, I suppose I do," he teased, closing his eyes some. He knew Eames was the only one who could do this to him and that he allowed to do this to him.

"Will you? You know what they say, pictures or it doesn't count," he murmured, completely teasing. They both knew better than anyone how easily a phone could be hacked, stolen and lost.

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