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i'm gonna leave you

[The last few months with Arthur have been... Nice. Really, really, nice. In some ways he's been happy that he convinced Arthur to take that day off, because it's opened them up to spending more time together for reasons other than sex, (though the sex, as always, has been outstanding,) and Eames has enjoyed it. A lot. It's something he hadn't ever thought of as missing in his life, but he could get used to it.]

[That's a problem.]

[He's seen relationships undo enough people in his line of work that that alone makes him hesitant, but with Arthur, well. Sleeping with a cop is fun, and mutually beneficial, but there's no long-term to something like that and Eames can't let himself get attached. He respects Arthur enough too, to at least do him the decency of talking to him and explaining himself instead of just vanishing. Arthur's more than good enough to track him down and shoot him if he did anyway.]

[He's been going over it again and again, and eventually he just decides to let himself in one night, waiting for Arthur to get home in his living room so they can just get this over with.]

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[Eames stops and looks over his shoulder, but he's clearly still considering it.]

What do you want from me right now?

[Because honestly he's not going to stand around for Arthur to give him shit.]

I don't want you to leave again.

[Another swig. His voice gets a little quieter.]

I want you to consider that I might be willing to change things for this.

Then please don't do that when it feels like we're moving forward.

[There's a genuine note of pleading in his voice; he just wants to know where they're going from here. Arthur can give him all the crap he wants when they're secure.]

Well I'm fucking mad at you!

[He snaps emotionally, which is a little out of character, but he gathers himself right away. Shrinking back down to the quiet voice from before, the pathetic man who's acting like he lost everything.]

But I think I need you.

[Eames hesitates a little, but he turns back to face Arthur properly and takes a step toward him.]

You are... God, you're under my skin, you're always on my mind... Being apart from you is one thing, but I don't think I could take not having you in my life.

[Arthur sighs and turns towards him, nodding to the couch.]

Can we sit down and talk about it?

Yeah.

[He waits for Arthur to move first and then follows him over, sitting with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face, like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.]

[Arthur puts his beer down on the coffee table and leans back with a sigh, tilting his body towards Eames. He can't meet his eyes when he says what he says.]

I would relocate. It'd be easy enough to make it seem like a temporary thing, just in case.

Okay.

[He makes another noise of discomfort, this time because he's about to be genuinely considerate and he doesn't like the way that feels.]

I can go pretty much anywhere, that's fine. I just want to be sure this is what's best for you.

[He throws his hand up.]

My family's not even here, and I don't really have any friends I'd miss. A lot of private sector work can be done remotely and even then I have enough saved up to take a break and ease into it with a part-time schedule.

[He looks down, a hand settling between them on the couch.]

What about you? I don't want you to drag yourself out of here if you don't want to go. Just because I'm ready to pick up and leave doesn't mean you have to consider it.

I'm always ready to leave.

[It's only a little flippant, and Eames exhales, thumb rubbing over the side of his finger in the absence of anything to fiddle with.]

I've never really felt attached to any particular place. I like it here, but you're about the only thing that makes it a place worth staying in.

[That makes something tighten in his chest and he finally puts his hand on Eames' knee.]

I, uh... I made a list of countries where extradition's at least a pain in the ass.

[He leans over and shuffles some papers out of the way to get a list of scribbled names to hold it out to Eames.]

I've had a lot of time on my hands.

[That's endearing in a way Eames doesn't even know how to put words to and he smiles as he takes the papers, but he doesn't look them over just yet.]

Why don't we go over these tomorrow. When you're sober?

[Arthur scans Eames' face.]

Does that mean you'll stay the night?

If you'll have me.

[Please say yes.]

[Arthur barely hesitates to lean in and kiss Eames a little clumsily, just desperate to be in his space. They'll get to the bed eventually.]

[Eames kisses him back, relieved for it, and turns a little to face Arthur. He lifts both hands to cup Arthur's face and sighs into it. He thought he knew how much he missed this, but it was a lot more.]

[Arthur makes a desperate noise, shuffling a bit closer. He's aware he must taste strongly of beer but he wants to be on Eames or for Eames to be on him even though he's much too tired and a little to drunk to do any good sex tonight.]

[After a little more clumsy kissing he pulls away just far enough to speak.]

Come to bed.

[Eames is so relieved he doesn't care about how much Arthur smells and tastes like beer right now, he just wants to curl up with this beautiful man and wrap his arms around him. When he mentions bed, Eames just nods and goes in for another kiss before he stands, waiting for Arthur to do the same so they can go to the bedroom.]

[Arthur takes Eames' hand, squeezing a little harder than necessary like he's afraid he's about to bolt, and turns to go to the bedroom. Once they're there he throws back the covers and slips in, turning to wait for Eames to join him.]

[The second Arthur's laying down, Eames follows, not wasting any time to get as close as possible and noses at his face for a kiss.]

[Arthur presses himself to Eames as much as he can, wrapping an arm around him and kissing him desperately to make up for all this lost time.]

[Eames mirrors him, slipping an arm around Arthur tightly, keeping him close. Part of him feels like he should say something, but he can't bring himself to stop kissing Arthur long enough to do it.]

[Arthur doesn't have this trouble, or really he doesn't have the foresight to see how much he's going to miss kissing Eames when he stops kissing him to breathlessly tell him:]

Don't leave.

I won't.

[He shakes his head, repeating himself softly as he tries to get another kiss.]

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