[Breaking into a detective's house? Not the sort of risk Eames likes to take. Police are generally insufferable when it gets "personal," so the payoff has to be good to make it worth it.]
[He has no idea if this is going to be worth it, but Arthur has reciprocated. Initiated. Agreed that they should do this. And they can't exactly go out to a bar or even knock on eachother's door... Anything where they might be seen in a non-adversarial context, where Eames isn't being arrested or questioned. And he's staked Arthur out a few times, has a decent enough idea of his routine and the fact he doesn't often have anyone over.]
[Getting into Arthur's apartment isn't actually hard. It's an easy climb to in his blacks, and it's a better lock than most have on their windows, but not one he can't pick, and he's very quiet about stepping inside. Maybe he should call out to check Arthur's in, but he follows his instincts instead, reaching out with a gloved hand to pick up something on Arthur's table and look at it.]
[Arthur brings his hand up to Eames jaw and lets out a soft, almost desperate hum. He never really thought too much about what this might feel like but it feels better than he could have imagined anyway. It feels easy and right somehow, in a way he can't describe.]
[Eames moves his hand back down Arthur's back, tracing the curve of his spine with his fingertips, and smiles a little when his palm finds Arthur's ass. He's happy at first just feeling it, like he's trying to memorise the shape and the feeling, but aftwr some of that he just decides to grab it and give it a squeeze with a very pleased noise against Arthur's lips.]
[Arthur smiles and drags his fingernails lightly through the hair on the back of Eames' neck. There's a moment of silence before he speaks, soft and tired.]
[Arthur hums in preparation for the whole getting up business, and then he regretfully pulls away and rolls off the bed to head to his bathroom. He comes back with some antibacterial cream and a roll of gauze, just in case.]
[Eames raises his eyebrows at the gauze, but he doesn't say anything about it. He just waits for Arthur to sit down, mostly waiting to see if Arthur's planning to do it or pass the stuff to Eames to do himself.]
[Arthur sits down and takes Eames' hand without even thinking about it, taking some of the cream and gently rubbing it over the red lines on Eame's wrist. He decides the gauze isn't really necessary and moves on to the other hand, giving it the same treatment.]
[He wonders if he should let Eames sleep over or if he should usher him out, if indeed Eames thinks he can just fall asleep here. He really doesn't want him to go - honestly this level of serenity and satisfaction on Eames' face is kind of interesting and enticing and Arthur doesn't want it to stop.]
[So he puts everything aside and lays back down on his side facing Eames, content to just see how this goes for now.]
[If Arthur's not planning to kick him out, he'll probably sleep here. He's pretty worn out, plus his arms are still kind of sore, he doesn't really want to be climbing out any windows like this.]
[He hums and shifts a little closer when Arthur lays down and rests a hand on Arthur's hip. He's tired and sore, human contact is nice.]
[Arthur hums happily too, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to settle in for some rest. After a moment a thought occurs to him and he furrows his brow.]
If you steal anything while I’m asleep I actually will arrest you.
[He doesn’t know how yet but he would. Or maybe he’d just find an excuse to tase Eames the next time they meet in a professional setting. Either way is fine.]
[Arthur drifts away into sleep pretty easily, despite his paranoia that Eames is going to take something. It's been an unexpected and incredible night and his body feels heavy on the mattress, so he knows it's going to be a good rest.]
[Eames sidles in close as he drifts off himself, draping an arm over Arthur as he settles for a peaceful sleep.]
[When he wakes up it looks like the sun's just about to rise and he groans because he's still tired, but he can catch up on that when he gets home. He gathers up his clothes from around the apartment, gross as it is he can wait to wash until he gets home too. When he gets up, Arthur might notice a few things have been moved by someone, but Eames does resist the temptation to take anything on his way out.]
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Do you want something for your wrists?
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That's probably a good idea.
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Falling asleep on me?
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[He opens an eye and smiles up at Arthur.]
But that felt really nice.
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[He wonders if he should let Eames sleep over or if he should usher him out, if indeed Eames thinks he can just fall asleep here. He really doesn't want him to go - honestly this level of serenity and satisfaction on Eames' face is kind of interesting and enticing and Arthur doesn't want it to stop.]
[So he puts everything aside and lays back down on his side facing Eames, content to just see how this goes for now.]
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[He hums and shifts a little closer when Arthur lays down and rests a hand on Arthur's hip. He's tired and sore, human contact is nice.]
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If you steal anything while I’m asleep I actually will arrest you.
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I'd like to see how you explain that one to your boss.
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[He doesn’t know how yet but he would. Or maybe he’d just find an excuse to tase Eames the next time they meet in a professional setting. Either way is fine.]
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[He loves doing stuff he's not supposed to do!!!]
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Fine, steal my shit I don’t care.
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I'll try to resist.
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[When he wakes up it looks like the sun's just about to rise and he groans because he's still tired, but he can catch up on that when he gets home. He gathers up his clothes from around the apartment, gross as it is he can wait to wash until he gets home too. When he gets up, Arthur might notice a few things have been moved by someone, but Eames does resist the temptation to take anything on his way out.]