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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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"I think I said it worked for you," Arthur said, his tone taking on a fond tone however. "Not that I was particularly in love with it." Which meant that Arthur was in agreement with the rest of Eames' statement regarding his charm and adorableness.

He hummed and kissed his shoulder blade. "Mm, let me wash my hair real quick then we can get out."

He stepped away from the heat of Eames' body and stood underneath the water, sliding his fingers through his hair that undoubtedly would curl at the ends once it started to dry.

He didn't argue that, smiling at Arthur though he stepped back. Letting him have the full spray of the water as he stood there in the steamy air, cool though not cold. Warmed more by this, what they have, and watching the water sluice over Arthur's body. That view definitely didn't hurt with staying warm, that was for sure.

He smiles, feeling the sprinkles of water against his chest as Arthur washed his hair. "I love your hair when there's no product in it," he admitted.

"You're biased," Arthur teased with a little curl of his lips, opening his eyes to look at the man before him. He closed his eyes again as tilted his head back to allow the spray to wash over his head. Not only had their evening been so far active, what with both the airport and the spanking on the couch, but the day in general had been tiring. Being here in the shower with Eames was definitely a way to decompress from all of that.

"I am. I'm entirely and one hundred percent biased towards your stunning good looks and brilliant mind," he agrees, smiling at Arthur. He wouldn't deny it. There's a lot he might lie about but there's nothing to be gained from a lie now.

Reaching behind the curtain, he moved to get a towel, groping blindly because he wasn't willing or eager to look away from Arthur. Getting the towel, he kept it behind him until Arthur was done, having it ready for him. He liked the spanking, the rough sex, and he also understood having to take care of him as well.

"Knew it," Arthur said with a pleased smile.

A few minutes passed before Arthur turned off the water and moved over to the forger. "Are you ready to get out?"

He already felt a lot better after the shower. He'd be more sore tomorrow, he knew that, but he also felt pleasantly content for now.

He nodded, moving to drape the towel around Arthur with much aplomb. "Definitely ready to get out. I'm starting to prune, and I can't have that," he murmured, tsking playfully.

His eyebrows rose a little as Eames draped the towel around him and clutched the sides together between one hand. "No, we can't have that," he said before he lifted a hand up to slide it over the heavy shadow of hair along his jaw. He'd seen Eames with stubble before but he was sure that this was among the first time's that he's seen the forger with more than a few days of stubble.

"Come on," Arthur said before stepping out of the bath and pulling off a second towel to hand over to Eames.

He leaned in to that touch, closing his eyes with a soft sound of contentment. He enjoyed being this close to Arthur. Not only physically but the mental nearness that their new relationship has given them. It's letting Arthur in when he's never let another person get this close to him in longer than he can remember.

Taking the towel, he slid it around his waist and tied it off. Mostly dry from waiting for Arthur, watching him, he smiled as he ran a hand over his hair and flicked it at Arthur.

Arthur made an indignant sound and scrunched his nose up with a laugh. "Charming," he said, giving him an amused look before doing the same thing minutes later after sliding a hand through his hair. He adjusted the towel before using it to dry his body off.

Eames was the first man Arthur had over to his flat for more than a night's time. The first person in an exceptionally long time that he had willingly gotten this close to and shared as much as he had with. Maybe it had always been leading up to this. All those years they pushed and backed away, they poked and prodded until one of them reacted and the other backed off. And now, they weren't running. They were in this.

That and Eames being here to stay was something he was getting used to. That he was patient was another.

Laughing, liking that playful side of Arthur's he's learned about so recently. It was something he cherished, knowing how few got to see the point man in that light, all because he kept it from them.

He reached out, pulling Arthur to him. His mouth came down on his, hard but not rough. It was more about the emotions than the kiss, things he couldn't say but needed Arthur to know at the same time.

With one hand, Arthur held onto the towel wrapped around his body while the other found itself to one side of Eames' neck with a low sound.

They weren't the type to openly talk about emotions or feelings unless push came to shove. This though, this they were good at. Using actions to convey everything that they couldn't speak of out loud.

It was because of that that Arthur returned the hard kiss and stepped in closer to the forger.

They were men of action. It showed in their businesses outside of the dreamshare. It showed even more in the ones they did within. The battles they fought, the games they won, and the lives they led. And kept living. It was that action that kept them alive, Eames felt, and it was what brought them to this moment as well.

It was easier for him to show. Kisses. Affection. The car he showed the point man because he mattered enough to show those things to. Wrapping both arms around him, pulling him close as he groaned into the kiss, a soft sound of contentment as much as lust.

Both of Arthur's hands were now on Eames' shoulders as he stepped in as close as he could, feeling the heat of Eames' body through the towel. He made a low groaning sound and opened his mouth to lick at his bottom lip.

It had been weeks since they had been able to indulge in something so simple as a kiss. It was something he was going to take full advantage of over the weekend if at all possible. He liked kissing Eames and liked the feeling of Eames' stubble rubbing against his lips and cheeks.

And it was enough to have those kisses. The heat of Arthur's mouth, the sounds he made. It was the thoughts of those, not the sex, that he focused on when they were apart. That and getting that exasperated look from him when he pushed him as hard as he could. It was quickly becoming a love, taunt relationship, and he liked that between them.

It wasn't surprising to Arthur that their relationship was one of those where they were just as bound to love each other as they were to taunt and tease each other. It was the nature of their working relationship, their friendship and now their sexual relationship as well. Underneath it all though was a level of respect for one another and each others abilities, feelings and thoughts.

He had missed this and thought about this part just as much if not more than the sex part while Eames had been gone. That had admittedly been a bit of a surprise for him.

"Bed," he murmured as he pulled away from Eames' mouth. He hung up the towel once he was dry enough and made his way out to the bedroom, pulling back the blankets on the bed.

He grinned, almost waggling his brows at Arthur. "Commands now? Oh baby. Do it more."

It was mostly a joke, kind of teasing and definitely wanting more of all it was that Arthur offered him. He was sexy and downright delicious. That he was willing to follow those commands was neither here nor there, but overall part of the man he was and all he enjoyed having from the other man.

Yet he moved to the bed, crawling in before moving to pull Arthur into his arms.

Arthur bit out a laugh and shook his head. "You're incorrigible," he muttered, giving him a, what Arthur would deem, a fond look. He turned the light off before sliding into bed next to Eames, going willing into his arms.

He lay on his side, curling in closer to Eames at his urging. It wasn't so hard to allow the forger to see this softer side of him. The man had thus far seen the needy and vulnerable sides to him. Besides, he liked Eames' arms around him more than he had ever thought he would. Staying on his side or even on his stomach would keep his ass from hurting any more than it would already.

All the same, this felt nice.

"I am," he murmured. "Damned incorrigible. Yet I like this," he whispered.

In his mind it was a big admission. He thought he was saying a lot, scaring himself to make those admittances to this man that he'd yearned for so long, and yet who he reconciled himself to do without.

"Go to sleep, Darling. Before I find I can't resist you again," he said, words soft and gruff, caring for the other man in his own way.

"And here I had almost expected you to not be able to resist through the rest of the night," Arthur said, slipping one leg between Eames' as he settled in. Either way, he was undoubtedly sure that they would more than make up for their time apart over the weekend.

He exhaled a soft breath and allowed his lips to curl up a little. "I like it too," he admitted, his voice soft - his eyes closing.

It was unusual for a man like Arthur to find himself sleeping comfortably next to another if only because his routine and his life never allowed for such pleasures on a regular basis. But for what it was, for who it was with... this was everything he may have never allowed himself to want but ended up getting.

"Good night, Mr. Eames."

Eames wasn't one to trust another in his bed. Not when he was asleep and weak and couldn't work to defend himself. This was Arthur though. It was safe and secure to him, and he felt actually more relaxed than he had in a long time. It wasn't about the mad and wicked sex, but about the strong and yet sweet man beside him. In his arms, with him.

"Goodnight, Darling. Good night."

((ooc: and wrap, I think?))

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