pointofspecificity: ([Arthur] Precise)
[ Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ || Tʜᴇ Pᴏɪɴᴛ Mᴀɴ ] ([personal profile] pointofspecificity) wrote2011-07-20 08:58 pm

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

[ Locked to [livejournal.com profile] 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.
plagiary: ([Eames] Sheets)

[personal profile] plagiary 2011-07-23 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
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?
plagiary: ([Eames] Unrepentant)

[personal profile] plagiary 2011-07-23 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
plagiary: ([Eames] Six)

[personal profile] plagiary 2011-07-23 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
plagiary: ([Eames] Timed)

[personal profile] plagiary 2011-07-23 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
plagiary: ([Eames] Blood)

[personal profile] plagiary 2011-07-23 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
plagiary: ([Eames] Bar)

[personal profile] plagiary 2011-07-24 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
]