ruffians | FAMILY DINNER

[She's trying not to show it, but she'd jumped at the chance to join Eames at his for dinner. She missed him, as busy as they both were, and his cooking was phenominal. The wine he had was always good, too. Not to mention Boxer.

Oh, and Eames was okay, too.

They're sitting together now at the table, Boxer actually sitting on one of Nancy's feet.] Gods- I can practically feel his eyes on me, begging. [She drinks and laughs, reaching down to pet him. It's not food, but it's a decent substitute? Maybe?]

[Eames watches Boxer accept her hand with a smile that turns to a soft laugh when he turns his head to lick her palm.]

He lives in hope that guests will break the rules, even when I'm looking right at him.

[His tongue is so soft and gentle against her palm, and she uses her thumb to gently rub his cheek.]

I'm going to take that as permission. [She reaches for a piece of bread.]

You can take it as permission to leave my home if you do.

[He raises his eyebrows at her, watching for the slightest inkling she's gonna give him that bread. It encourages bad habits!!!]

[The problem is, Eames can't lie. So Nancy sighs and puts the bread down on her plate instead.]

Sorry, Boxer. Next time, [she promises him.

Glancing up from her food and the dog, she smiles happily across the table.] This is going to sound awful, but I'm glad Arthur wasn't here tonight. I really like our dinners together, as much as I adore him.

[Eames laughs softly over the rim of his glass.]

Well I won't tell him you said that. Wouldn't want to hurt his feelings.

[Just kidding Arthur doesn't have feelings.]

[She laughs, too, because nah, no feelings for Arthur.]

I knew I could count on you. [She gives him a cheery wink]

Always.

[Eames returns the wink and leans back in his seat with a sigh, looking into his glass of wine thoughtfully for a moment.]

He'll be sad to have missed you though. Sometimes it seems like there has to be a situation for a get together to happen.

[She grins at him, taking a drink. By the time he's done speaking, she's no longer smiling.]

Situation.

[She knew what he meant. But that didn't mean she had to like it.]

Well, maybe next weekend we could do something? I've still got keys to my Office.

[Truthfully he's not just referring to Nancy's troubles, he just feels as though all of them get so busy that something has to happen for them to remember what it's like to be in eachother's company.]

[That doesn't mean he's going to apologise or clarify though, nodding instead at her suggestion as he reaches for the wine to top up his glass. Gesturing with it to ask if she wants the same.]

I'll have to check with Arthur, but that sounds nice.

Please. [She levitates her glass over to him with a wave of her hand.]

Great- I could make us all something, have a bottle or two of wine. Boxer is welcome, of course. [There, they could make a good pre-planned sort of situation.]

You and Arthur make a really handsome couple- I don't know if I've told you that.

We are exceptionally attractive together, I'm glad you noticed.

[Was he supposed to thank her for the compliment? Too bad.]

Oh shut up, [She laughs, rolling her eyes] I’ll take it back!

[Eames laughs too, totally unapologetic.]

What? It's the truth. And I'm very happy about it.

Only took You how long?

I thought you two hated each other, y’know.

Oh, we did. Never would've put up with him so long if he wasn't so useful to have around.

[He shrugs a shoulder, pausing a moment to take a bite of his food.]

Great sex does wonders for bringing people together, I suppose.

Does it now?

[She raises an eyebrow like she has no idea at all.

Though, truthfully, she didn’t really. Great sex hadn’t been a leading factor in either of her relationships.]

Well I’m glad. You’re such a cute couple.

[He nods and leans an elbow on the table like he fully intends to share details, but then Nancy throws out 'cute' and it completely throws him.]

I'm sorry?

[He blinks, looking totally baffled.]

What? Fine- handsome, whatever it is you prefer. Point is you look good together.

That better?

[He shakes his head, still a little thrown.]

I'm just surprised "cute" is the word you opted for.

It was the first one that came to mind. You’re cute together, the way you interact.

[She shrugs it off with a sip of wine] would you ever marry him?

[relationships between immortals and mortals were always complicated. But she was curious.]

[What's with these questions? No, "how's your sex life, Eames?" No, it's all "are you happy and fulfilled?" and "do you see your relationship lasting?" Ugh. Eames sighs and gives himself a liberal top up.]

I don't think he's really interested in all that.

[Eames is never going to ask about her sex life. Why should she ask about his?]

Really! I thought he’d be into the idea. Sure it’s not just you?

[Because her boyfriends are always gross and the last thing he wants to think about is their dicks.]

[Anyway, he shakes his head.]

What makes you think he'd be into it?

[He's genuinely curious.]

[Her boyfriends are great and at least one of them never hit her. Just... nearly killed her once on fae blood. No big deal.]

I don’t know. I think he’s got a soft spot like that, like he’ll want to settle down some day, have a kid, white picket fence.

[or she was projecting]

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