[Some realities are setting in d for Eames while he's alone. It hasn't been long at all, an hour and a half at the absolute most, and this is the first time Arthur's been out of his sight for longer than a couple of minutes.]
[The thing he's surprisingly aware of is how... Temperate he is. After sex like that he should be all hot and flushed and a sweaty mess, but he's none of that. Not even a hint of moisture on him (except for jizz-related dampness anyway) and he's realising he hasn't been out of breath since he got relaxed either.]
[He's gonna miss that. For a while, anyway. Eames expects he'll forget all about it eventually.]
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for Eames while he's alone. It hasn't been long at all, an hour and a half at the absolute most, and this is the first time Arthur's been out of his sight for longer than a couple of minutes.]
[The thing he's surprisingly aware of is how... Temperate he is. After sex like that he should be all hot and flushed and a sweaty mess, but he's none of that. Not even a hint of moisture on him (except for jizz-related dampness anyway) and he's realising he hasn't been out of breath since he got relaxed either.]
[He's gonna miss that. For a while, anyway. Eames expects he'll forget all about it eventually.]