This is no time for Scrabble, Eames. [ He says it with his most serious voice, but his expression is anything but, and he sighs contently, nudging their noses together, sliding his lips over Eames'. ] A cuddling session wouldn't hurt.
[ He captures Eames' lower lip between his teeth, tongue flicking out against it, and when he releases it he leans in and covers his mouth with his own, kissing him soft and slow, but soon deepening it, hands exploring beneath the hem of his shirt. ]
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[ He captures Eames' lower lip between his teeth, tongue flicking out against it, and when he releases it he leans in and covers his mouth with his own, kissing him soft and slow, but soon deepening it, hands exploring beneath the hem of his shirt. ]