FAMILY DINNER

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[Having Nancy over isn't as common as it used to be, life is busy and whatnot, but Eames sometimes makes an effort. He's even gone so far as to make something to eat that he knows Nancy loves, and he is well stocked with wine for the two of them.]

[Arthur's off visiting a friend or something, so it's just the two of them for tonight. The two of them and a dog who is always happy for familiar company and spends a good chunk of time sat by Nancy's feet, only slightly hoping maybe she'll share some food even if it's against the rules.]

Comments

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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.]

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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.

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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.]

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[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?]

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[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.

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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.]

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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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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really!

[Nancy leans forward, eyes bright.]

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

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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.

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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.

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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.]

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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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[Eames laughs softly and nods.] Great sex has a way of bringing people together, I suppose.

[Which is to say they were banging for a while before they were really even friendly with eachother.]

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So it does.

Why didn’t you tell me you were with him before!!

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Remember every time I told you I was meeting someone and you intertogated me about them as if I was shopping for a new spouse?

[That's why.]

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No!

[Nancy actually gasps]

You should have told me!!

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[He laughs and shakes his head.]

What I'm saying is I was hardly about to tell you I was sleeping with someone I could barely stand when you treat everyone I speep with like a romantic prospect.

[Plus there's other issues, like--] And by the time we were together and ready to be open about it, you and I were... Estranged, so it's not something I could've easily mentioned.

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[She frowns at him.]

But wait- that means you actually value my opinion on your romantic prospects.

Which Arthur is now. Just to be very very clear.

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[That's not what that means at all.]

I think he's a little more than a prospect at this point.

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[Yes it is. Gosh.]

[Nancy swirls her wine in her glass and leans back.] Y'ever think you'll get married?

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Maybe if Arthur decides he needs citizenship.

[Romantic.]

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Wow, for a man who one owned lace collars, you're not very romantic.

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You have no proof I ever owned a single lace collar.

[So there.]