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

[pointofspecificity]

[ Locked to eamesofdreams. Futility!Verse. ]



[ 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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[plagiary]

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.

[pointofspecificity]

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.

[plagiary]

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.

[pointofspecificity]

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.

[plagiary]

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?

[pointofspecificity]

[ 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.

[plagiary]

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?

[pointofspecificity]

[ 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...

[plagiary]

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.

[pointofspecificity]

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.

[plagiary]

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.

[pointofspecificity]

[ 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.

[plagiary]

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.

[pointofspecificity]

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.

[plagiary]

[ 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.

[pointofspecificity]

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. ]

[plagiary]

[ 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. ]