[Eames does very much the same. He cups Arthur's face and closes his eyes with a soft sigh, focused entirely on the feeling of Arthur's lips against his. It's something so simple he missed so much, he still remembers mourning it in that holding cell, being so sure he'd lost this forever.]
[When Arthur speaks, Eames nods emphatically and slips off his lap with a little regret, but it'll be better in bed than here anyway.]
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[When Arthur speaks, Eames nods emphatically and slips off his lap with a little regret, but it'll be better in bed than here anyway.]