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You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.

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[ The train pulls to a stop, masses of people pushing to the exists with bags and cases, and because this is new territory to Arthur he waits for Eames to step out first before he follows, but sticking close so that he doesn’t lose him in the rush.

They walk a fair distance in a comfortable silence as they head towards their booked hotel, Arthur taking in the scenery around them in the hope of remembering it for later, the maps he’s saved to the laptop not quite the same as actually being there.

The suitcase in hand starting to feel as if there’s a ton of bricks hidden inside, and the bag thrown over his shoulder digging in to the flesh beneath the thin t-shirt he’s wearing, Arthur finally breaks the silence. ] Are you sure we’re going the right way? The hotel didn’t seem this far away on the map. [ He stops himself from saying anything further, though, having promised himself that it’s logical for Eames to take the lead on this one since he’s the only one who’s been here before. ] Just tell me we’re nearly there before I die from the heat.

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[ Now they're a little further away from the train station Eames is able to slow his walk, fall into step beside Arthur. He slopes an arm around his waist and leans in, smelling faintly of sunblock and aftershave. Pressing a kiss to Arthur's jaw, he huffs out a laugh. ] Five more minutes and we're there, promise. We can dump our luggage and get a nice cool drink in you, mm?

[ He sounds gleeful, giddy in a way he hasn't been in a while, like the shadows of the house have been left there. He can't quite stop grinning. ] Thank you for coming out here though, love. A dirty weekend away wouldn't have been the same without you.

[ The contact sooths him instantly, the scent of Eames still there beneath the products no matter how hard they try to overpower it, and he smiles despite himself. ] Is that all you're willing to put in me?

[ Now that he's paying more attention to Eames and not focusing on where they are and where they're going, Arthur can easily see the changes in him, how uplifted he seems from the last few weeks, something close to what he was like before, and it suddenly dawns on him just how much he's missed him. ] As if I was ever gonna let anyone have the opportunity to put their hands all over you. That's my job, and you know how seriously I take my work.

Well, we do have all weekend. [ He pats Arthur's backside mischievously, still leaning in as they walk. His suitcase makes little rolling noises as he bumps it over the cracked side-walk. ] Although I do want to factor in some innocent activities in between you having your hands all over me.

[ He throws a half-hearted glare, trying to hide the fact that he jumped forward a step at the unexpected pat. ] No one can take you anywhere, can they? [ But his mouth curls up at one corner, and he leans in closer as they walk along, hip knocking against Eames' side with every step. ] I'm not the one who can't behave himself. [ He presses a sloppy kiss to Eames' cheek when he thinks he least suspects it, playful revenge. ] I'm glad you dragged me out here.

Does this mean I get you on a Ferris wheel? [ He hooks his hand into Arthur's elbow then, grinning at him sweetly, playfully. Guiding him into a hard right where the shiny, glimmering glass doors of their very posh hotel can now be seen.

Battering his eyelashes. ] Or I can show off my muscles and win you a teddy-bear.

[ Arthur rolls his eyes, amused, and holds his arm like a gentleman walking around a lady, parading him around proudly and not sparing a care for anyone who might scoff at it. Sighing over-dramatically. ] I suppose it does, yeah. I'd hate to be the one to break the Blackpool code, which I still think you made up.

[ He laughs as he eyes the building up, turning to smile at Eames with a mixture of relief and undeniable happiness. ] I have a teddy-bear, but you should show them off anyway, you know how much it impresses me. [ Taking the lead, he pulls Eames along to the entrance and through the glass doors, stopping only when they get to the reception desk. Lowering his voice to a whisper while the woman busies herself with the phone. ] What name we using, by the way?

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Holmes. [ He wriggles his eyebrows as he says it, looking around the reception curiously. Mostly there's still the old glint of planning in his expression, like he's trying to find out where the escape routes are, but there's also a level of impressed he can't hide. It's a nice hotel, he bets the room will be even nicer. ]

[ The receptionist comes over before there's time for a teasing comment, but Arthur feels the slightest pang of guilt for leaving Sherlock with Eames' godfather while they enjoy a weekend away. Informing the woman of their name, he takes the key she hands him, grabbing the suitcase from the ground where he rested it against the desk, and turns down the offer of having help finding their room.

He nudges Eames. ] Drink first, activities later. Come on. [ The lift doors slide open as they walk over to them and he waits until Eames is on board to follow. ]

[ Once inside the lift, Eames jabs the correct button so that the doors slide shut and music starts filtering through. The hotel is cool and he feels a little less prickly out of the heat. Watching Arthur through the mirrored reflection of the wall. ]

Y'all right, love?

[ As soon as the doors pull closed and the outside world is behind them, Arthur leans back against the cool metal wall of the lift, eager to dump their belongings and get on with their adventure.

With a crafty little smile. ] Let me think about that. I'm on a weekend break in England, the weather's better than it's been since we landed here, and there's a relatively attractive man with my name on him that's got me on the promise of a Ferris Wheel ride. Yeah, I think I'm all right. There is something that'd make it that much better, though. [ He steps in close, lips brushing along Eames' for a short moment before he leans in and kisses him soft and slow, smiling as he pulls away. ]

[ The look he gives Arthur when he pulls away is equal parts pleading and humoured, like the other man being anywhere but attached to Eames by the lips is something terrible. Elevator music drifts out of the speakers and fills the silence as he watches him. ]

You're going to behave and relax, right? I think it's a demand of mine. That and possibly cocktails.

You never said anything about relaxing. [ He wants to laugh at the look on Eames' face, but instead he leans in once again and kisses him, this time more lingering, though not daring to turn it into anything too serious considering where they are. ] But because you're demanding, I'll see what I can do.

[ A mechanical voice announces that they've arrived at their floor and the doors slide open to a bing sound. He pecks Eames on the lips and makes a grab for the cases, walking out into the corridor and examining the numbers on the doors, the room swipe key in hand. ]

[ Trailing after him, Eames shakes his head with a smile, looking at the door numbers as well. There's is along the corridor right beside a fire escape door, because as domestic they are, it never pays to be secure.

He's fairly certain Arthur knows he's staring at his arse the entire time he falls behind, humming a soft pop song under his breath. ] At least the view's nice.

[ Leading the way, Arthur wiggles his arse in reply, knowing full-well what he's be referring to, and though he warms slightly in the face, he also takes the compliment with pride. ] It better be for the price we paid.

[ He drops everything at their room door, sliding the card through the lock, and smiling as it clicks open, pushing the door open. ] Ladies first. [ He checks out the door to the fire escape from the distance, the emergency plans forming immediately on the off-chance they'll need them, but it's obvious he's satisfied. ] The sooner we leave these things behind, the sooner we can get on with this thing called relaxing.

[ Eames bats his eyelashes as he passes, stepping across the threshold of the hotel and letting out a low whistle as he looks around. It's plush, elegant looking, the bed bigger than they have at home. He can't hide the lavacious little smirk he gives when he drops his bags down, helps offload Arthur's from the other man. ]

You like?

[ He searches behind with a foot until he finds the door and kicks it closed, eyes scanning the room widened with genuine surprise. ] It's unexpected, after the research I did, but I love it.

[ Luggage quickly abandoned, Arthur takes a running jump towards the bed and flops down on his back, grinning over at Eames. ] Christ, Eames, get your ass over here and try this out. [ He bounces himself up and down on the mattress, the springs unnaturally quiet, but unyielding. ] At least we know where to move if we feel the urge.

[ With a noise that sounds deceptively like a giggle, Eames follows suit, falls down on to the sheets beside Arthur. He makes a noise, a pleased little groan, trailing his hands over the sheets. ] Oh Christ, this feels delicious. When we move, can we have a bed like this?

[ Head flopping to the side to find Eames, Arthur gets a mischievous smirk on his face. ] Technically we're thieves, and how likely is it we'll ever find one this good? [ He drops his head back, eyes closed, and hands feeling out over the covers. ] I think we should steal it.

If you can find a way to get a bed passed the concierge, please, by all means. [ He sounds delighted by Arthur's reaction as much as he is by the bed, humming a little as he relishes in the sheets, the feel of soft linen. ] But if the bed's too good how am I going to get you out of it?

[ Curling into his side and walking two fingers across Arthur's stomach. ] Not that I'd mind at all.

There's a combination of dream-share drugs in the bag, we could always knock him out when no one's looking, lock him in a closest. We could really make this weekend our own. [ It's a seriously flawed plan and he knows it, but there is a tiny part of him that might be serious. A tiny part. ] Promise we'll put it to good use later and I'll follow you to the ends of the earth.

[ Smirking, he watches the fingers walk up him, twitching a little the light touch crosses over a sensitive area, and he still wants to try to keep the fact that he's a little ticklish to himself. ] I'm more surprised that you're not suggesting we just set up camp here until it's time to go home.

Darling, if it weren't for my desire for a quick romp in the sand dunes, I wouldn't let you leave. I could make you relaxed from this very bed, and believe me, a blissed out Arthur is a gorgeous thing.

[ Shifting closer to nuzzle at his neck. ] But I suppose then I wouldn't get you on a half a dozen rides, or help you pick out ridiculous postcards you can send the Cobblets when we're safe.

Oh, so that's why you were so adamant in getting me down here for the weekend, huh? A roll around in the sand.

[ He offers Eames better access on instinct, an arm forcing itself beneath his back and pulling him close. ] Shit, do you even realise how much I'm rubbing off on you? I don't know if I should be proud or terrified you'll steal my rep as the best point. [ He mumbles quickly. ] Sherlock needs a postcard, too, don't forget Sherlock.

Yes love, we'll send our boy a postcard too. He can try and chew on it, taste the postcard sea. [ Kissing the corner of his jaw now. ] You're all right, aren't you?

[ He does something he doesn't do often and pouts, bottom lip sticking right out and the thin line of flesh pulling right down. ] I miss him. I actually miss our stupid dog. [ He throws a warning look. ] And don't mock me, it's your fault I love him so much.

[ He pushes the thought aside, something he's grown good at over the years, but since Eames somehow managed to lower all of his walls it's not as easy as it used to be, and sometimes, sometimes, he wonders if that might be as bad as it is good, especially with the threat hovering over them still. He rolls over and pushes himself up onto his hands, holding himself above Eames.] I'm fine, Eames, stop worrying. That's my job, remember? But we should get up otherwise we never will.

I miss him too. [ Eames looks up at Arthur, eyes wide and earnest looking, because he does, he really does. But Arthur's been quiet in that big old house of his, and if he didn't get him out he would have gone mad from it, and so he can't bring himself to be sorry for that.

Drawing a hand up to cup Arthur's cheek, he gives him a sneaky little smirk. ] Who says we have to get up?

[ The relief of seeing Eames fall so easily back into the man that he fell in love with brings a wave of emotion over him, and he knows it's stupid, to miss someone who never left, but since the day they heard the news on the radio in their beloved flat in Belarus, Arthur wasn't sure if he would ever see this Eames again, lacking the more prominent glint of sadness behind his eyes and walking around in lower spirits than is right. And he's glad that he agreed to take the risk of leaving, to have this time to themselves away from everything, and he plans to do everything possible to keep it that way.

He turns to kiss the palm of Eames' hand, bringing his own up to hold it there a moment longer. ] What happened to the plan of going out and doing everything, gaining the full Blackpool experience? [ Straddling Eames' thighs, he lowers himself to rest his cheek to his chest, smiling as he hears the thrum of his heart. ] But if you really want to...

You know as well as I do that I find it very hard to delegate between my brain and my cock. [ He sounds amused as he speaks though, because they both know the truth, that he often just follows his heart. And what that wants is to make Arthur happy. Curling his arm around the other man. ] What do you feel like? We could stay here for a bit, go out later, if you want? Or we can go now.

Your cock needs love and attention, too, Eames. [ Without moving much, he manages to lift himself up just enough to slide a hand between them and pat over the front of Eames' trousers.

He genuinely begins to consider their options, but when he thinks about the idea of moving, of leaving this warmth behind despite the temperature, he finds it hard to come up with an argument in favour of it. ] Hmm, it wouldn't hurt to stay here for a while and relax. Besides, it's still early, and we can do something for lunch to make up for it.

Don't you know it? [ He gives a rough little laugh at that, lifting his legs to wrap around Arthur's waist, trapping his hand between their bodies.

Instead of answering, he leans up just a little to capture Arthur's mouth with his own, teasing lips open with sharp teeth and his wicked, wicked tongue. It's a slow, burning press of his mouth, kissing just for the sake of it, saying hello with hushed breath and the playful nip along his lower lip. ] Missed you.

[ He whines in protest as the kiss comes to an end, eyes remaining closed just a moment longer, and then he's smiling down at Eames, keeping close enough to breathe in the same air. ] Missed you more. [ And as if to prove it, he pulls them into another kiss, still slow and easy, fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair.

He rests their foreheads together after, eyes searching, smiling, and lips brushing against Eames' as he speaks. ] Never leave me again, okay? I miss seeing you smile like this.

I'm sorry. [ Stroking his thumb over Arthur's cheekbone softly, rough calloused skin gentle against his face. ] I didn't mean to disappear on you, love. But I'm back now, I promise, and you and I are going to go back to being glorious together.

We never really stopped. [ He rolls them over so that they're lying on their sides facing each other, smile spread wide, and he makes sure to stay close between the legs that hold him. ] I wonder what we could do now to pass the time away.

[ Leaning forward just a little so that their foreheads are pressed together, bodies aligning evenly. Eames' laughter is a quick puff of breath against Arthur's cheek. ] Well, I can think of a thing or two.

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. ]

[ Sighing contentedly into Arthur's mouth, Eames let's his greedy hands wander over his back, rucking up the fabric of his clothes.

He can't help but enjoy this again, having Arthur back in his arms, far away from the drama of their temporary home. ]

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