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artfulforger) wrote2015-09-12 04:48 pm
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Presents - For Arthur
It was meant to be a weekend back together, just to get to see one another again. Of course, Eames couldn't let it just be that.
The villa was a sprawling, beautiful place of stone and tile and large ramadas to soak up the rays. There was a pool overlooking the ocean, and a hot tub and all the amenities that they might want.
He'd stocked the fridge and the wine cellar, brought back in his staff that were there only when he needed them but paid to be on the ready, and then he had dressed almost formally, with a sweater vest and all to look grown up and play games with Arthur.
Then he had gone to the airport to wait.
The villa was a sprawling, beautiful place of stone and tile and large ramadas to soak up the rays. There was a pool overlooking the ocean, and a hot tub and all the amenities that they might want.
He'd stocked the fridge and the wine cellar, brought back in his staff that were there only when he needed them but paid to be on the ready, and then he had dressed almost formally, with a sweater vest and all to look grown up and play games with Arthur.
Then he had gone to the airport to wait.
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And? He'd be find out what this present was that the forger had hinted at. Before Inception? He didn't think he'd be as excited for a present as he... well, as he was now.
Arthur hadn't planned for just a weekend. So long as Eames wasn't planning on suddenly leaving, he wasn't going anywhere. Least, not for a little while. He didn't have a job lined up yet so an extended vacation was just what he needed.
Especially after Inception.
Arthur stepped off the plane in what he would deem as more than casual - fitted jeans and a button down top. As he made his way down the concourse with his shoulder bag, he looked around for the man who promised to be waiting then felt himself smile when he saw him.
It only took him a fraction of a second longer to notice just how he was dressed. Oh. God, the man looked good. Fucking good. His hands clenched at his sides as he made his way over to him and smiled. "You're a sight for sore eyes."
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