[ Eames had his own questions as to the reality of this. He was still unsure if he'd dreamed up that shared bed in Egypt, because it had felt like a dream then, too.
He wasn't supposed to get this. It wasn't something that he was really allowed to have in his line of work and it wasn't something he'd ever really wanted, but he'd wanted Arthur in ways he'd never wanted anyone or anything else.
His free hand moved easily to rest on Arthur's hip and then slid to the small of his back to keep him close as they kissed.
Eames, normally so in control of his desires, couldn't help the hunger with which he kissed Arthur, bruising and desperate in a way that didn't really speak of a simple greeting. ]
I like you like this.
[ He pulled back only enough to get the words out, nose still brushing Arthur's. ]
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He wasn't supposed to get this. It wasn't something that he was really allowed to have in his line of work and it wasn't something he'd ever really wanted, but he'd wanted Arthur in ways he'd never wanted anyone or anything else.
His free hand moved easily to rest on Arthur's hip and then slid to the small of his back to keep him close as they kissed.
Eames, normally so in control of his desires, couldn't help the hunger with which he kissed Arthur, bruising and desperate in a way that didn't really speak of a simple greeting. ]
I like you like this.
[ He pulled back only enough to get the words out, nose still brushing Arthur's. ]