ruffians | FAMILY DINNER

[Nancy looks at him flatly.]

Yeah? Name one person in my life'd be a responsible babysitter.

[She crosses her arms and leans back, waiting for him to name some sort of good influence in her life. She didn't think he could.]

There are people you could pay for that sort of thing.

[He pauses thoughtfully, then adds:] You could hire an Au Pair.

[Nancy tries not to laugh. It doesn't work, not after so many glasses of wine.]

Oh, yeah, that'd go over just brilliantly. [She rolls her bright green eyes.] I was hoping I could rely on the kindness of my friends' hearts.

Or maybe Dodger'd do it... [It's not a threat. Is it?]

He used to help the new kids in the Den, right? He could manage one kid.

[If that was a threat, Eames is totally not bothered by it. It's not his kid she's messing up here.]

Yeah, here an' there. [Dodger'd take a lot under his wing, Nancy's be the sweet touch, but Dodger was a conspirator when it came to the new kids.]

You're forgetting, it'd be my kid. [So, likely a witch. A witch, or a werewolf.]

He's a fae, he'll be fine.

[Probably. Eames has no idea how in touch with his magic he is, or if he's chosen to renounce it altogether. Changelings are a messy lot.]

He's also a fifteen-year-old boy, fae or not. I don't know how many fifteen-year-olds you see regularly, but... [she smirks]

None, actually. I make a point of not spending time with children.

Then explain Arthur, he's got to be a child to you

Are you serious? He might be the oldest man I've ever met.

[He's pretty sure Arthur might actually have been born a 60 year-old man.]

Come on- it can't be that bad. He's only what, 40?

[She's joking. She thinks. Gosh, she can't remember how old Arthur said he was.]

Thirty-six. On the outside.

[He still looks absurdly good for his age though, if Eames didn't know for a fact the man wasn't magic he'd certainly question it.]

[... There's an effective pick-up line for when he gets home later. He'll have to kerp it in mind.]

I remember when I first met him, [Nancy says with a small smile.] You can guess how it started-- But I always thought he was absolutely stunning.

He might be the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Certainly the most so of the mortals.

[He's completely genuine in tone and expression, a light smile on his face as he speaks. Something he catches after a moment, and he'd never want to come across as actually caring or being romantic or anything, so--]

Absolutely gorgeous cock too.

[Saved it.]

[She starts to giggle, bright red with how frank Eames is.]

Yeah? You gonna share that information? I could give you plenty in exchange... [Information was always a give and a take. And don't you want to know how big the president's dick is?]

[Eames laughs and shakes his head, if only.]

I'd show everyone if I could, the world deserves to see what I get to. But there's a not insignificant chance he'd kill me if I did.

Oh come on! [She laughs, and takes a drink of her wine.] He can't kill you, anyway.

[Killing fae was hard. Part of the reason Fagin had lasted so long.]

He was Hillingdon's chief hunter for a while. I'm sure he could if he wanted to.

[He's certainly not going to chance being murdered by his partner over dick pics, sorry Nancy.]

[Nancy pouts visibly, crossing her arms over her chest and doing her best to look incredibly forelorn.] You're the wooooorst.

At least tell me what he's like in bed.

[That's a topic he can talk about at great length, and Arthur's not here to stop him.]

Oh, he's easily the best I've had in a long time, even from the start.

[He pauses to take a sip of his drink, and leans forward on an elbow with the weight of a man about to share something of deep importance.]

Seeing him come totally undone for the first time... It was like being given a gift.

really!

[Nancy leans forward, eyes bright.]

How so? Gods, I don’t even if I can imagine him letting go that much!

Well, exactly. [His lip quirks in a smile.] Most people, you can get a rough idea of how they'd be in bed, but he's something else entirely.

[Eames pauses suddenly, eyebrows pulled together as something occurs to him that he'd never considered before.]

Maybe it's because there's no precision involved-- there's not really a "right" way to fuck, so it's easier to let go a bit.

well I know That.

[Nancy rolls her eyes. That being said, she thinks Eames has a point.] Maybe— probably one of the reasons I seldom got off. Had to make everything perfect and play a role.

I’m glad you don’t have that with him.

There's this spark in him that really lights up when he lets go. [He's on a roll now, it's one of his favourite topics after himself and usually he's just telling Arthur.] He's so much more intuitive than i ever gave him credit for bwfore we started sleeping together. I mean we've been fucking for... Seven years? And he still surprises me with how good he is with his hands or just how hard he can make me come.

[Some quick math on Nancy's part would tell her seven years is much longer than either of them ever implied-- before she and Cooper were together, even.]

Seven years? [She looks at Eames suddenly in a new right.] You’ve been fucking each other for seven years.

[The math isn’t hard at all, not for a girl gifted with numbers.]

Now that’s interesting... didn’t you hate him when we first met?

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