i'm gonna leave you

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[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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Uh-huh.

[He laughs too and leans over to kiss Arthur on the cheek.]

Why don't you let me take care of you today? Whatever you want.

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[Arthur looks up at Eames and smiles.]

Okay.

[He takes another bite and thinks about the rest of the day. This seems to cause him a little pain and he reaches for the aspirin - turns out he's not as hangover free as he thought he was.]

Guess I should shower first

[He really hasn't taken care of himself, and groooming was kind of the first to go. His shaving routine has been irregular, resulting in some significant stubble right now. He doesn't know if Eames likes it or not, but he's not super fond of it so he's eager to get rid of it now that he has someone else to look at him.]

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[Arthur's awful facial hair is really the last thing on his mind, Eames reaches over to give Arthur's arm a squeeze and slides down so he can rest his head on Arthur's shoulder. He's got no real thoughts on whether Arthur should shower or not beyond the fact that he doesn't smell bad?]

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[Mostly Arthur just thinks they should have sex at some point today and he'd like to feel a little cleaner than he does to do that. It's not that he's particularly horny or anything, it just seems like an inevitability. Maybe once this low hum of a hangover headache has faded away.]

[Once he's finished eating he sets the tray aside so he can lean back, resting his cheek on Eames' head. This is nice.]

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[Eames immediately takes the opportunity to cuddle up more, curling against Arthur's side and wrapping his arms around him. Honestly this part of things was probably last on his mind over the last few weeks but god did he miss it.]

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Guess we should actually talk at some point too.

[A totally neutral observation.]

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Later.

[Right now he just wants to keep doing this.]

After your shower, maybe.

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[He takes a deep breath.]

I'm glad you came back.

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So am I.

[He brings his hand up to rest on Arthur's chest and takes a deep breath of his own.]

I missed you.

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[It probably helps that Eames isn't looking at him right now, or else Arthur might not be able to let out a soft laugh and say what he's about to say.]

I didn't even know I could miss someone that much.

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[Eames looks at what he can see of his hand where it is on Arthur's chest and sighs.]

Crazy, isn't it? [He puffs out a heavy breath.] There's no reason we should be this attached to one another, and yet there I was last week, feeling like part of me was missing.

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[He swallows. He can think of one reason they might be this attached, but he brushes that away almost as soon as it enters his mind. Best not to go there.]

I guess the universe works in funny ways sometimes.

[Does he believe that? Not really, but it's easier to say than to start exploring everything else that might be going on.]

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[Eames isn't interested in figuring it out, it's just a weird fact of things to him. He lets out a soft laugh at the comment and nods.]

Yeah, guess it does.

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[He settles into silence for a bit, even drifting off here and there, but eventually he starts feeling the need to get up and move since he hasn't even been out of bed yet today.]

I'm gonna go take a shower.

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[Eames makes a noise of complaint, but he can't really stand between Arthur and hygiene.]

[He does, however, mumble a soft "wait" and lift his head to try and get a kiss.]

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[Arthur of course obliges him for that kiss before he goes, slipping into the bathroom and turning on the water right away, looking forward to feeling clean afterwards.]

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[Eames just lays there for a little while, just enjoying being here again, but after a bit he gets himself up and takes everything to the kitchen to wash up and make himself something quick to eat while Arthur's in the shower.]

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[The shower goes a bit long. He has to shave, which takes a little time, and then he has to take some care to do a little more grooming on his body that he's been neglecting. It's not a lot, it never has been, but he likes everything to be tidy.]

[After that the washing up gets a bit... self-indulgent. He hasn't been with anyone else in months, so this unexpected dry spell has him surprised that they haven't already fucked, given the fact that Eames has been in his apartment for at least eight hours now. That's the explanation he comes up with when he finds himself slipping a finger into himself and working up to two for a while before he finally relents and decides to get out from under the water. By the time he's stepping out to see where Eames is he's slightly flushed and the fact that he's half hard is only slightly concealed by the towel he has wrapped around his waist.]

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[Eames has some toast and a coffee that he's enjoying in the kitchen, Arthur took a little while so everything's clean except the cup and plate Eames is using and he glances over his shoulder when he hears Arthur out and about.]

Feel better?

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[Arthur says some vague to the affirmative as he goes to his nightstand, nonchalant as he grabs the lube and a condom. He saunters back out just as nonchalantly to wrap his arms around Eames from behind, pressing the items against his chest and kissing his neck.]

I got myself started in the shower.

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Oh.

[Eames grins and leans back against Arthur, rocking back a little with a soft hum before he turns around to face him.]

And when you say "started"...

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[Arthur wraps his arms around Eames' shoulders, leaning in to kiss his jaw.]

I mean I thought about you fucking me, so I made sure you could do that as soon as I saw you again.

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[Eames grins and puts his hands on Arthur's hips to walk him back towards one of the counters.]

You've gone and got a bit of a headstart.

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I'm sure you can catch up.

[Arthur goes willingly, and when his ass hits the counter he puts his hands down to lift himself up onto it, if nothing else just so he can get his knees hitched up on Eames' hips and pull him in for hopefully a little grinding action.]

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I'ms sure I can.

[He sets down the lube and the condom and untucks Arthur's towel to spread that out on the counter and give him the space he needs to move right up between Arthur's legs and rock against him.]