[Arthur's hand finds its way up Eames' chest, his eyes fluttering with emotion. His voice is thick with emotion and the fact that Eames is sitting on his dick.]
I wouldn't have rested until I got you back.
[Or died. That occured to him a few times in the process.]
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I wouldn't have rested until I got you back.
[Or died. That occured to him a few times in the process.]