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[It's been some time since Eames has made the trip to Arthur's place, he's forgotten how long the walk from the station is. He kind of regrets not getting a cab or at least waiting for a bus because it is pissing it down with rain and Eames doesn't typically feel the cold that much, but he's soaked to the bone and his clothes are sticking to him and the wind cuts through him something awful. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he's pretty sure these shoes are ruined, to the point he doesn't even think about walking through puddles because it's not like his feet can get any more cold and wet at this point.]

[It's awful. He feels awful. He's cold and soaked and he can't feel his fingers and he just feels so guilty that it's almost scary. It's not like Eames has never been rude or said something uncalled for, but sometimes Eames is cruel and he's never been like that toward Arthur before. At first because he never cared enough, and then because he cared too much, and it's easy to forget how fucking easy it is for him. How he can target what upsets someone so easily and just twist it like a knife, make it into a weapon because he's angry and someone else is a convenient target to take it out on.]

[The worst part, maybe, is that Arthur was trying to help. He was just trying to be helpful and there's a million ways Eames could've told him he couldn't without being an asshole about it, but instead he pushed and he pushed and Arthur left and god he hates it. He's so fucking mad at himself. Spent days alone in the house waiting like it was just gonna blow over and Arthur would just come home as if it was some dumb little spat he needed an hour to cool off from.]

[Arthur's not gone forever, he's relatively sure. At some point he'd come home and be the bigger man about it, but wouldn't that just be another insult on top of everything? To make Arthur be the one to make the peace when Eames is the one who fucked things up to begin with? So here he is, sodden and freezing and miserable, knocking on Arthur's door like he basically never did before.]

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[Eames' eyes fall closed and he rests a hand on Arthur's hip, letting out a quiet noise in desperation. He almost wants to just pull Arthur's arms around him, but he doesn't, dragging his hand up to rest it on Arthur's chest with another noise.]

[Arthur pulls away after a little while, resting his forehead against Eames' forehead with a shaky sigh.]

How about we stay here tonight and I'll come home with you tomorrow.

[Eames' eyes are still closed, and he nods. He feels like he'd do anything right now if Arthur wanted it anyway, but he doesn't want to go back out in the rain right now.]

That sounds good.

[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames' chin to pull him in for another kiss. This one's hungrier than the last, and he takes a few steps backwards toward the bedroom to indicate he's thinking about being horizontal now.]

[Eames goes with all of this easily, putting his hands on Arthur's hips for a little stability as they go.]

[Once they get to the bedroom, Arthur withdraws and pulls off his shirt quickly before leaning back in again as he backs up all the way to the bed.]

[God he just wants to put his hands all over Arthur. He presses his hands against Arthur's chest when his shirt's gone, dragging them down his stomach and around to his hips. He's so beautiful and solid and perfect and Eames is overwhelmed by how lucky he is to have this man in his life right now. A sentiment he expresses by kissing Arthur a little more desperately as they move.]

[Arthur wraps his hands loosely around Eames' neck until he gets to the bed, and he tries to keep kissing Eames as he reaches behind himself and lowers himself down to it. He just wants Eames on him and holding him and just generally reminding him that he doesn't have to spend any more time alone.]

[Eames goes with, putting a hand down on the bed so he doesn't just fall on him, immediately straddling Arthur when the opportunity presents itself and cupping his face in both hands.]

[Arthur lets out a soft moan, putting his hands all over Eames' back and sides and chest as he kisses him. He feels so good, and when Arthur pulls away it's definitely reluctant.]

Feels like it's been a while.

[He doesn't know what he's being hesitant about or why but there's definitely a trace of it in his voice.]

Yeah.

[Eames arches a little under Arthur's hands, eyes scanning his face for a moment to try and figure out what he's feeling exactly.]

We can just... Lay down. [He lifts a hand to brush through Arthur's hair.] I just want to feel close to you.

I'm just not sure I...

[He's felt vulnerable with Eames before, but never quite this flavour. It's hard for him to wrap his head around - acknowledging that Eames has the ability to hurt him the way he did was a struggle all on its own, and now feeling like he needs him this much almost seems weak, even if Arthur keeps telling himself it's not. He feels tired and raw and frustrated and needy all at the same time and it's leaving him in a state of confusion about how this should proceed. He keeps his hands on Eames, though, sure that whatever happens he wants him to stay close.]

Whatever you want, Arthur. Anything.

[He doesn't know if that's helpful or not, but it's true. He's fairly certain it's the case most of the time anyway, but right now it feels especially important. If only to make things up to him, or prove how much he cares or some other shit like that.]

Even if you want me to go out right now and... Find your favourite brand of cereal. I'll do it.

No, I...

[He puts his hand on the side of Eames' face to drag his thumb along Eames' cheekbone.]

Just forget I said anything.

No, what is it?

[It's gonna bug him forever, and he's worried it's important.]

I guess I just wish I could forget all of this happened for a little while.

[He sounds frustrated with himself.]

I just want things to be normal right away.

[Eames makes a sympathetic noise, agreeing with Arthur. Even if Arthur forgives him (and Eames isn't certain he does,) that doesn't take away what happened.]

I wish I could undo it or just fix it, make it like it never happened. Make us okay.

[He sighs, a bit of a sad smile on his face.]

Sadly, I'm not that kind of fae.

That's okay. It's better that you aren't.

[Much as he loves magic, he doesn't want it to solve these kinds of problems. He sighs and puts his hand on Eames' chest.]

Let's just keep doing what we were doing. I'll tell you if I need to stop.

[Eames nods and leans down to kiss Arthur again, brushing his lips lightly against his before he presses them together. He puts a hand on Arthur's shoulder, the other resting at his neck with his thumb brushing back and forth along his jaw.]

[Arthur lets out another hum, hands traveling up and down Eames' sides until one of them finds itself at the base of Eames' neck and the other down at his hip, fingers digging into the waistband of the sweatpants but not slipping under just yet.]

[Despite himself, Eames hesitates. He knows what he'd do under normal circumstances, but this isn't those. For a moment he's still under Arthur's hands, a moment that feels far too long before he's shifting forward to press himself against Arthur with a desperate noise.]

[Arthur responds with a similar noise, finally slipping his hand into Eames' pants to dig his fingers lightly into his ass. Just feeling his skin is so good and Arthur's not sure if he wants this to progress or if he just wants to feel up every part of Eames all night long.]

[Eames will take either, but his natural response to being felt up like this is always to get a little frisky and he's not sure if that's right right now. He makes another one of those desperate noises, pressing his hips down against Arthur's but not moving otherwise.]

[Arthur suggests laying down between kisses, giving Eames a moment to process the information before he starts to pull away and shuffle up the bed, pulling back the covers so they won't be on top of them.]

[He goes with, laying half on top of Arthur so he can put a hand on his hip, fingers digging in a little in that need to be close and to keep him there as he leans in for another kiss.]

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