(It wasn't until Arthur heard a knock at the door that he realized that this entire time he had been waiting for Eames to not show up. Had practically been expecting it above anything else. There was some portion of him that still didn't trust Eames with any of this. He didn't know what to expect of him. Wasn't sure if Eames would treat it like some sort of intense affair. Arthur liked to think Eames would know better than that. Liked to have some faith in him.
There would be no one else in the world behind that door. Not unless Arthur had stumbled into some irreversably deep shit and he knew he hadn't. Was far too good at his job to do that and so he stood up from his kitchen island and swallowed hard.
Suddenly, he wished he was wearing a suit. It'd feel more comfortable. It'd be a whole lot less vulnerable than what he was wearing. He ran his hand through his loose hair and fuck. Maybe he had time to change- no. No he didn't. Shit.
His dog was laying on the ground, staring pointedly at the door. Too well trained to bark, too smart to be wary. Arthur walked right past her and finally approached the door. One glance out the peep hole confirmed that it was indeed Eames and Arthur had to count backwards all of three times before he finally opened up the door.
He meant for the first thing he said to be smooth and clever. Or at least polite and inquisitive. Maybe even something mildly flirtatious. Instead, what he came up with was:)
[ Eames was wearing his usual clothes, light linen with a bit of color. He liked warm climates and even when he wasn't in them, he tended to dress as if he was.
He was far more nervous than he liked to admit, even with the alcohol and deep breaths in the driveway, he was still fidgeting with his bag when Arthur opened the door. He dropped the strap as soon as the lock clicked and stood up straighter again, but when Arthur spoke, he lost it.
The loud, sudden bark of laughter surprised even him, but he couldn't help it. ]
I wasn't sure, myself.
[ He leaned forward on the doorjamb, taking in the sight of Arthur in worn jeans and his smile grew along with the false confidence that he was calling back to himself. ]
Look at you.
[ Snaking out a hand, he hooked a finger in Arthur's belt loop and gave it a tug towards him. ]
(The laughter was enough to startle Arthur, making him jerk a bit and at the same time, it managed to relax him the slightest. Eames was an idiot. He'd always be a complete idiot and although the words did nothing to comfort him, he was stupidly grateful that Eames had showed up at all. They both had a grocery list of trust problems and complicated lives. He would hardly resent Eames for almost not showing up.
He then tipped his head but didn't look so much annoyed as he did quietly amused. He had anticipated commentary on his choice of clothing and Eames, as per usual, did not fail to deliver.)
I'd rather look at you.
(Comes the small quip accompanied by a bit of a smile. It was barely creative but he didn't care too much right then. He let himself be tugged forward and stepped the rest of the way into Eames' personal space.
Where everything else was difficult, touching Eames' was surprisingly....easy. He slid his hands up along Eames' arms and eventually had his arms wound around his neck, bodies tucked together and he was kissing Eames on the mouth. There was a bit of a frantic edge to the kiss but otherwise it was warm and utterly welcoming.
Yeah- it- was extremely bizarre. For all the times he had pictured greeting Eames into this house with a kiss, it was nothing on the real thing. It was also a little surreal and Arthur knew that the moment they were inside, he'd be checking his totem. Had to this time.)
[ 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. ]
(Arthur was in the same boat. He was a man who functioned purely on control. He felt like that control could slip right between his fingers if he kept on kissing Eames like that for even a minute longer.
And so, Arthur pushed back after the kiss was initially broken and backed up into the house.)
I'll bet you do. Come in.
(He waited until Eames was inside to close the door and when he turned back around, he noticed that his dog had finally come out to see who it was.)
I have a dog- uh. Her name is Kali. And- did you want a tour of the house?
(He felt awkward. He'd never actually had anyone over. He didn't even really know if formalities were something he should be taking with Eames either.)
[ Eames pulled his bag in carefully and rested it inside the door. There was a comment about sexual appetite and a tour of Arthur's bedroom on the tip of his tongue, but he was momentarily distracted by the dog. ]
You have a dog.
[ He repeated Arthur's words, amused and a little surprised, if he was honest. Arthur never struck him as a dog person.
Kneeling down, he reached a hand out to let her sniff him. ]
(His affection for Eames would never diminish the natural bite he had with him. Kali being the smart beast that she was was decidedly cautious about Eames, sniffing afar before trotting off completely without letting him pet her. Arthur nearly smirked.)
Why is it surprising that I have a dog? I love dogs.
(As if the fact were as obvious as him loving suits or nice buildings.)
[ He straightened, shrugging somewhat uneasily. He never liked admitting that anyone could take him by surprise, but then Arthur often did do just that. ]
So was that a tour I was promised?
[ Stepping closer, he reached a hand out for Arthur again, this time resting it on Arthur's hip. The heat from a moment ago was gone, but certainly not forgotten where it sat just under the surface. ]
(Cats were alright on their own but his mom had always been far more partial to them than he was. He was smirking only a little bit though, feeling a bit more in control.
It was always a bit satisfying to see Eames caught off guard. Even over silly things.)
Ah. Yes.
(Except he didn't get to it. A bit too distracted by that hand on his hip.)
Mr. Eames.
(Stern tone, brow quirked up and smirk only wider yet.)
A tour hardly constitutes a need to have your hands on me.
[ There was an easy smirk playing at his lips, but in reality it was anything but. How long had he wanted this? He was still half-expecting Arthur to deem the whole thing a mistake and ask him to leave before Eames could even think of running out first. ]
From mine, I don't see how a tour couldn't involve touching you.
[ Pretending, thankfully, was what Eames did best and he moved closer. ]
Really, darling, one day you're going to have to stop underestimating me.
Your perspective of me has always been incredibly skewed.
(Says Arthur in a mildly lecturing tone. Except it wasn't his usual snark, his usual bite. The kind he'd use to get Eames to leave him alone. It was nearly playful.
This was all still so delicate. He could sense that. Between him wanting to pull out, he had no doubt in his mind that Eames probably was just as hesitant. He didn't even know how to handle this in general.
Except parts of it were easier, like walking closer to Eames, a grin still hooked on his mouth.)
Should I just skip the tour and let you focus on the touching?
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There would be no one else in the world behind that door. Not unless Arthur had stumbled into some irreversably deep shit and he knew he hadn't. Was far too good at his job to do that and so he stood up from his kitchen island and swallowed hard.
Suddenly, he wished he was wearing a suit. It'd feel more comfortable. It'd be a whole lot less vulnerable than what he was wearing. He ran his hand through his loose hair and fuck. Maybe he had time to change- no. No he didn't. Shit.
His dog was laying on the ground, staring pointedly at the door. Too well trained to bark, too smart to be wary. Arthur walked right past her and finally approached the door. One glance out the peep hole confirmed that it was indeed Eames and Arthur had to count backwards all of three times before he finally opened up the door.
He meant for the first thing he said to be smooth and clever. Or at least polite and inquisitive. Maybe even something mildly flirtatious. Instead, what he came up with was:)
Surprised you came.
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He was far more nervous than he liked to admit, even with the alcohol and deep breaths in the driveway, he was still fidgeting with his bag when Arthur opened the door. He dropped the strap as soon as the lock clicked and stood up straighter again, but when Arthur spoke, he lost it.
The loud, sudden bark of laughter surprised even him, but he couldn't help it. ]
I wasn't sure, myself.
[ He leaned forward on the doorjamb, taking in the sight of Arthur in worn jeans and his smile grew along with the false confidence that he was calling back to himself. ]
Look at you.
[ Snaking out a hand, he hooked a finger in Arthur's belt loop and gave it a tug towards him. ]
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He then tipped his head but didn't look so much annoyed as he did quietly amused. He had anticipated commentary on his choice of clothing and Eames, as per usual, did not fail to deliver.)
I'd rather look at you.
(Comes the small quip accompanied by a bit of a smile. It was barely creative but he didn't care too much right then. He let himself be tugged forward and stepped the rest of the way into Eames' personal space.
Where everything else was difficult, touching Eames' was surprisingly....easy. He slid his hands up along Eames' arms and eventually had his arms wound around his neck, bodies tucked together and he was kissing Eames on the mouth. There was a bit of a frantic edge to the kiss but otherwise it was warm and utterly welcoming.
Yeah- it- was extremely bizarre. For all the times he had pictured greeting Eames into this house with a kiss, it was nothing on the real thing. It was also a little surreal and Arthur knew that the moment they were inside, he'd be checking his totem. Had to this time.)
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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. ]
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And so, Arthur pushed back after the kiss was initially broken and backed up into the house.)
I'll bet you do. Come in.
(He waited until Eames was inside to close the door and when he turned back around, he noticed that his dog had finally come out to see who it was.)
I have a dog- uh. Her name is Kali. And- did you want a tour of the house?
(He felt awkward. He'd never actually had anyone over. He didn't even really know if formalities were something he should be taking with Eames either.)
Are you hungry?
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You have a dog.
[ He repeated Arthur's words, amused and a little surprised, if he was honest. Arthur never struck him as a dog person.
Kneeling down, he reached a hand out to let her sniff him. ]
You're just full of surprises, darling.
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(His affection for Eames would never diminish the natural bite he had with him. Kali being the smart beast that she was was decidedly cautious about Eames, sniffing afar before trotting off completely without letting him pet her. Arthur nearly smirked.)
Why is it surprising that I have a dog? I love dogs.
(As if the fact were as obvious as him loving suits or nice buildings.)
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[ He straightened, shrugging somewhat uneasily. He never liked admitting that anyone could take him by surprise, but then Arthur often did do just that. ]
So was that a tour I was promised?
[ Stepping closer, he reached a hand out for Arthur again, this time resting it on Arthur's hip. The heat from a moment ago was gone, but certainly not forgotten where it sat just under the surface. ]
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(Cats were alright on their own but his mom had always been far more partial to them than he was. He was smirking only a little bit though, feeling a bit more in control.
It was always a bit satisfying to see Eames caught off guard. Even over silly things.)
Ah. Yes.
(Except he didn't get to it. A bit too distracted by that hand on his hip.)
Mr. Eames.
(Stern tone, brow quirked up and smirk only wider yet.)
A tour hardly constitutes a need to have your hands on me.
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[ There was an easy smirk playing at his lips, but in reality it was anything but. How long had he wanted this? He was still half-expecting Arthur to deem the whole thing a mistake and ask him to leave before Eames could even think of running out first. ]
From mine, I don't see how a tour couldn't involve touching you.
[ Pretending, thankfully, was what Eames did best and he moved closer. ]
Really, darling, one day you're going to have to stop underestimating me.
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(Says Arthur in a mildly lecturing tone. Except it wasn't his usual snark, his usual bite. The kind he'd use to get Eames to leave him alone. It was nearly playful.
This was all still so delicate. He could sense that. Between him wanting to pull out, he had no doubt in his mind that Eames probably was just as hesitant. He didn't even know how to handle this in general.
Except parts of it were easier, like walking closer to Eames, a grin still hooked on his mouth.)
Should I just skip the tour and let you focus on the touching?