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Welcome home - For bamf-pointman - Ships Passing

Australia seemed to go on forever with surveillance and research and ensuring that he not only had every needed mannerism down to a tee but that Eames had made enough notes that if Arthur had any questions, he could answer them. He had everything they needed and he was ready to go home. Ready to get back to a job that excited him as much as he feared just where it was going. Ready to get back to a pointman who was really turning his world upside down, and he was realizing how much he loved it.

Waiting until he was on his last layover and he was sure that the flights would be on time, he sent Arthur a message just before boarding his flight.

1016 degaulle #2316 timothy

Eames had shipped ahead everything else he needed, not that it had been much, so as he came down the walk to the terminal, all he had was a single rolling carry on. Dressed in fawn colored slacks and a dark burgundy coat over a paisley shirt, he looked like a tourist with a heavy shadow of hair growth along his jaws and a bright light in his eyes as he looked around for the man that should be waiting for him.

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"Logically speaking, we should still be able to shoot each other out of a dream. If that doesn't work, putting in backdoors and early, simultaneous kicks would be the best option," he agreed with a nod of his head.

He sat down his bowl and picked up the water bottle, opened it then took a long drink from it. "We'll can talk about it more tomorrow though." Tonight was theirs and for once, Arthur didn't really want to think about work. Or at least, no more than he already had all day.

"If we're on the same level. Unless you want to come into your level and shoot me first and then yourself," he pointed out, nose wrinkling. "Not something I like to think about," he admitted, thinking about how that could be, for both of them. "But we'll figure it out. I know you want to help Cobb get back to his kids but..."

He shook his head. He wasn't dropping into limbo over this, or losing Arthur to that.

"Sure. Tomorrow," he said with a nod. "Or later this week. I know. This is our weekend." It was likely to be the last extended time they had together until it was over, after all.

Arthur nodded. That was certainly true enough. He didn't like the thought so much himself but push come to shove, he would do what he could to get his team, and their tourists, out alive and intact. "We'll figure it out," he agreed, shifting again before picking up his bowl and taking another bite.

"Probably the last extended time that we'll have together for a while," he voiced the same thought they were both thinking about. For him, he wanted to take advantage of this time they could.

He was silent, eating for a bit as he thought about what was going on. Not with the job, well not just with the job. This was disconcerting for him because the thought of not having this time with Arthur bothered him.

"Oh believe me, Darling, I will find time for you and I. Don't think otherwise," he admitted.

He lifted his gaze from his bowl to look at him. He felt a little part of him settle knowing Eames would want to find time for them. If it was important, and to be honest, they were important to Arthur, he could find time too. And he said as much. "I will too," he admitted, leaning a little more fully against Eames as he ate. And he would -- would try to make the time. They could, at the very least, have their evenings.

"I do think it would be beneficial to the both of us if we kept an incase-of-emergency-bag at each other's hotel or flat," he said, cutting a piece of his steak before eating it.

"Of course, that may well mean me dragging you into a closet from time to time," he chuckled. It wasn't professional and he knew he would be careful and do what was needed to keep them a secret from the job, and especially from Dom, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take time for them. He needed it now, more than ever.

He nodded, seeing the logic of that. "Might do to move to hotels closer to one another as well," he said with a nod. "For the sake of seeing one another more often."

"Or texting me to meet you in a closet from time to time," he said with a grin. It wasn't professional but he knew Eames would do what was needed to keep them on the low. They had been in the game for far too long to let something like that slip.

Arthur nodded. "There's a hotel not too far away from here - down a couple of blocks," he ventured, looking at him. "Nice too."

That Arthur agreed with him rather than arguing made Eames' heart skip a quick beat. Arthur wanted the same things he did. This wasn't play when it was east to be abandoned when things got tough. They were sharing something and it meant a lot to them. Both of them.

"Texting can work too," he agreed, grinning as he shifted to set down his empty bowl before moving to slide the same arm around Arthur and pull him close. "Huh. You know, I bet I could find a place there. Might make things easier." Not in the same hotel, for so many reasons, but close. For both their sakes.

"You would be closer to my flat, that way -- you wouldn't have far to go if you needed to change or I needed to change," Arthur agreed with a little smirk. He sat down his bowl and leaned into his embrace with a little sound of contentment.

This was something that he, admittedly, had missed. This sharing and being together to be together bit. It was something he hadn't fully expected to miss but well...apparently he had. More than he had known.

"It could make mornings a lot easier," he said, nodding in agreement, imagining what it might be like to have Arthur just down the block.

"I think I'll look into that later today. If you want to go and take a look," he offered.

"It could," Arthur agreed, trying to imagine it as well. It wasn't often they tempted things and stayed too close together but it would be nice to have Eames just down the street.

Arthur looked at him with a smirk. "It does mean getting dressed and walking tomorrow but I'll go with you."

This was insane. It hit Eames like a ton of bricks in that moment. He was planning to move close to someone. No, it wasn't the same as moving in with them but it was bonding together, and that for Eames was something new and scary... and kind of cool.

"But it would mean possibly a new place where we can consecrate a new room."

It was, without a doubt, the biggest step Arthur had taken in relation to being with someone like this. Bonding with someone like this however temporary it was for the length of the job.

"Hm, that would make getting dressed worth it," he mused. "That and room service." Which meant, they didn't have to cook or do anything but enjoy what they could.

"Mmmm, I'm liking both of these," he admitted, cradling Arthur in closer to him. He paused, pondering just what to say before he took a deep breath.

"This isn't just madness, is it?"

Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when Eames held him closer and adjusted himself so there wasn't much pressure on his ass as he curled in closer to him with a little content sound.

"Madness," he asked, looking at him, resting his hand on Eames' thigh.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He knew despite the smile, things could get really bad. With the job. With what was going on around them. With them. Yet he had this. He suddenly didn't just feel he had someone to trust, he had someone to have faith in.

Someone who had faith in him.

That suddenly meant the world to him in ways he hadn't thought of.

As he had told Eames while they were at the stove, it would take some time getting used to it all but still, the building blocks were being set in place, in motion. From what he could see and tell, Eames was firmly here, with him and didn't seem intending to leave any time soon regardless if leaving was what they did in their line of business. Still, they were here, together and it didn't feel just as simple as saying they'd been fucking and that was it, call it good. There was more here. And... Arthur had faith in Eames and knew that Eames had faith in him.

"Let's put these dishes up and go lay down," he said, squeezing Eames' thigh before slowly levering himself off of the couch and picking up his bowl.

Eames focus was on helping Arthur then, bracing him and helping him get to his feet. It was his fault after all his ass was red and hurting, wasn't it? Not that he regretted it, not at all.

Once he was up, Eames moved to grab his own bowl, and then Arthur's. "Why do you go and lay down and I'll be in soon as these are done?"

Regardless of how much his ass ached and burned, he didn't regret any moment of what happened. He took Eames' help and handed off his bowl. "Want to grab a shower or bath first," he asked, picking up his bottle of water from the side table before opening it and taking a drink from it.

Leaning down, he actually kissed Arthur's brow, smiling. "You know, I'd like that. Meet me in there," he said before moving to head for the kitchen to clean up the dishes.

Smiling as he hummed under his breath. It was domestic and odd and he liked it more than he thought he ever might.

Arthur was, admittedly, a little bit surprised by the kiss to his brow. Though, really, he shouldn't have been all things considering. Still, it was -- well, there was something nice about it. "I'll get the shower started," he said, watching him walk toward the kitchen.

Not for the first time that night was he hit with the sense of domesticity between the two of them. Eames, hedonist that he was, walking naked into his kitchen to clean out their bowls and him -- going to start a shower (or bath) for them. It was... completely unusual and normally out of the realm of reality for men like themselves.

But this -- god, he wanted this.

Had this.

Eames hummed, working to clean the dishes, get the kitchen cleaned up as well. Everything put away, all things dried and away. Not wasting time and just getting it taken care of.

Despite his clothes, and his attitude so often, he still cared about cleanliness and keeping things straightened. More than that, he'd do it for Arthur.

Padding into the bathroom, he paused at the door, looking at Arthur. "You're rather attractive, Darling," he teased.

Looks over at him as he tests the water before pulling the lever for the shower. "You're biased," he said with a smirk. A shower would be more comfortable in the long run on his ass than sitting down again on the tub floor.

"You say that because my ass and thighs are red from your hand," he teased him with a smirk as he walked in closer to Eames. He appreciated the little things that Eames did and was starting to do in the flat -- such as picking up and cooking like he had.

"I am biased." He wasn't going to deny that. It was the truth, after all. "But you're still attractive. All long lines and hollows and beauty... made more so with my hand prints on your skin," he added, smirking.

Crossing the floor, he closed the door behind him as he moved towards the tub. "And you love it. Admit it."

"Thought so," Arthur said with a smirk as he stepped into the tub after pulling open the glass door and stepping underneath the hot spray. A soft sigh of contentment slipped from his lips before he could stop it. After a long day at work consisting of Yusuf's tests, Ariadne's questions and layouts and of Cobb in general, standing underneath a shower spray with Eames was the best thing he could imagine.

"What, admit that I love your hand on my ass? Love the marks," he asked with a teasing smirk after ducking his head underneath the shower head and stepping away so Eames could get underneath.

/is running with the idea that they didn't know about Yusuf and Dom's plan yet...grr on them!

Sounds good to me :D

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Hm, think he'd remember Arthur's clothes laying on the floor? ;D

Oooh. Say he did, and doesn't become an issue until the next mornng? When Arthur realizes he did?

Yees! Arthur would be touched that Eames picked up his clothes. ;)