Why must I always be trying to accomplish something?
[ Fingers stroked feather light across his arms, dipped beneath the
water to run across his sides, trace the fine lines of his stomach to cup
his hips, hold him close without trapping him. ]
[ But Arthur couldn't help closing his eyes. He stayed where he was, Eames' hands on him like an anchor, whether Eames realized it or not. Eames was setting them on a dangerous path with those touches and Arthur wasn't sure that he had it in him to resist. ]
[ A dangerous path, one worth exploring. One they had entertained more
than once, caught up in the rush of a job, that aching thing called
loneliness. He bent his head, plush lips stroking a path over Arthur's
shoulder, up the swan like length of his neck, nearly as pale. Arthur made
for a beautiful man, in Eame's estimation, the sort the master's of old
would have fought each for the right to have him be their muse. ]
So tell me what you think I'm after then. You always tell me you know me so
well.
[ Slowly, Arthur relaxed against Eames' body. Eames had a real knack for making Arthur forget himself and this close, it was easy to drown a little in that. Arthur's hand slipped back to grip Eames' hip. ]
You already told me that you want me to stay.
[ Something that was more tempting to indulge in by the minute, but the last thing Arthur wanted to do was lie to Eames. He wasn't going to promise something he couldn't deliver. ]
[ Honest words, but words he could afford to be honest with. Jobs were
jobs. They were safe to speak about, business and nothing more. But beneath
the simple words lay another truth - that he would be leaving. Going
somewhere, and who knew how far away for how long. Nothing in their
relationship said either of them ever had to tell where they were going,
only some strange, unspoken arrangement letting them know when they shared
a city. ]
[ He was already tipping his head to the side, giving Eames easier access to his neck. This was stupid. It was monumentally stupid, but Arthur couldn't completely deny that he wanted it anyway. ]
[ Plush lips pressed to his ear, teeth squeezing tender flesh to
pinkness. He moved behind it to suck, pulling with his lips, the tip of his
tongue tracing wild patterns across his skin. ]
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Why must I always be trying to accomplish something?
[ Fingers stroked feather light across his arms, dipped beneath the water to run across his sides, trace the fine lines of his stomach to cup his hips, hold him close without trapping him. ]
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[ But Arthur couldn't help closing his eyes. He stayed where he was, Eames' hands on him like an anchor, whether Eames realized it or not. Eames was setting them on a dangerous path with those touches and Arthur wasn't sure that he had it in him to resist. ]
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[ A dangerous path, one worth exploring. One they had entertained more than once, caught up in the rush of a job, that aching thing called loneliness. He bent his head, plush lips stroking a path over Arthur's shoulder, up the swan like length of his neck, nearly as pale. Arthur made for a beautiful man, in Eame's estimation, the sort the master's of old would have fought each for the right to have him be their muse. ]
So tell me what you think I'm after then. You always tell me you know me so well.
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You already told me that you want me to stay.
[ Something that was more tempting to indulge in by the minute, but the last thing Arthur wanted to do was lie to Eames. He wasn't going to promise something he couldn't deliver. ]
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I have another job lined up.
[ Honest words, but words he could afford to be honest with. Jobs were jobs. They were safe to speak about, business and nothing more. But beneath the simple words lay another truth - that he would be leaving. Going somewhere, and who knew how far away for how long. Nothing in their relationship said either of them ever had to tell where they were going, only some strange, unspoken arrangement letting them know when they shared a city. ]
My flight's tomorrow evening.
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[ He was already tipping his head to the side, giving Eames easier access to his neck. This was stupid. It was monumentally stupid, but Arthur couldn't completely deny that he wanted it anyway. ]
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Do you want me to say it?
[ Plush lips pressed to his ear, teeth squeezing tender flesh to pinkness. He moved behind it to suck, pulling with his lips, the tip of his tongue tracing wild patterns across his skin. ]
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In detail.