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You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.
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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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[ 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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Drawing a hand up to cup Arthur's cheek, he gives him a sneaky little smirk. ] Who says we have to get up?
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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...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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He can't help but enjoy this again, having Arthur back in his arms, far away from the drama of their temporary home. ]