it's really not that bad

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[Sometimes jobs go wrong, that's just a fact of life. No amount of planning can account for random strokes of luck, little things in life that just happen. Eames may not be the most stringent when it comes to these things, but he doubts any amount of forethought could plan for a security guard getting milk in his coffee instead of soy and sticking around an extra fifteen minutes. It's kind of amazing how some random guy being lactose intolerant can undo a week's work.]

[Maybe it's his own fault, maybe he got too cocky, too sure he could handle a job like this on his own. Eames would say he's probably one of the best, but even the best out there has problems when it comes to a guard coming out of the bathroom unexpectedly and alerting every other guard in the building before Eames manages to knock him out.]

[At least he had the foresight to wear a mask.]

[The protocol for this kind of thing is always the same at least. Get out, get gone, make sure you're not being tailed before you go to ground. Eames makes it out through a window and hops the fence, in the back of his mind it reminds him of when he was young, and with the adrenaline rush it's actually a little fun.]

[When he was young he didn't have the money or the experience to be able to dump his car and switch to another once he's confident he's not being followed. Guards like that don't tend to leave the premises, but one can never be too sure. He sits at the wheel for a little bit, ostensibly to get his head together, but he's in a bit of a state. He knows he needs to get somewhere he feels safe enough to regroup, and that's how he ends up letting himself in Arthur's bedroom window and passing out on his bed as soon as the adrenaline wears off. There's a little blood, he probably looks like a mess, but it's all superficial. Mostly he's just exhausted.]

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[Eames grabs a plate and a beer and follows Arthur to the couch. He's got that anxiety about being too needy again now they're out of bed, and he's just gonna wait and see what Arthur wants to do.]

[In the meantime though, food and beer is so good.]

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[The logistics of cuddling when you're eating aren't great, but Arthur makes sure to nudge Eames with his knee and give a smile to let him know it's not over just because they left the bed. Maybe he's still riding the high of that excellent sex they just had but he just likes having Eames around right now.]

[After a couple bites of pizza he reaches for the remote and turns on the TV.]

You wanna watch anything? Or music?

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[Eames smiles back and settles a little, getting comfortable on the couch next to Arthur. He doesn't really care about TV or music, and glances up when Arthur turns it on with a brief moment's thought.]

I'm not bothered, whatever you prefer.

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[Arthur flips to something easy to listen to and then leans back with a sigh. It takes a few minutes but they manage to destroy most of the pizza and some more beer before Arthur’s clearing the plates and coming back to the couch. When he’s settled he reaches for Eames’ arm and smiles, looking for some cuddling.]

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[Eames laughs softly when Arthur touches his arm and goes easily, moving up and getting in Arthur's space with a pleased sigh.]

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[Arthur wraps an arm around Eames and smiles.]

This is kinda nice.

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[Eames stiffens a little at Arthur's comment, but it's brief. He forces himself to settle and leans some more of his weight on Arthur.]

Yeah, it is.

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[Arthur sighs happily and jut settles into this, ready to fall into a light food coma with this man in his arms.]

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[Eames shifts closer, moving so he can comfortably nose at Arthur's jaw and neck.]

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[Mm yeah he's into that. He tilts his heads slightly for more of it.]

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[Eames is more than happy to oblige, resting a hand on Arthur's chest with a soft sigh against Arthur's skin.]

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[Arthur is literally just going to lay here and enjoy the attention, idly brushing his fingers back and forth on Eames' back.]

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[That's both reassuring and soothing, and Eames lets out a pleased sigh. He presses a few more kisses here and there, and then lifts his head to nose lazily at Arthur's face.]

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[Arthur smiles and finds Eames' lips for a kiss, just nice and soft and slow.]

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[Eames lifts a hand to cup Arthur's face and sighs softly into the kiss, shifting on the couch at the same time until he's practically on top of Arthur.]

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[Arthur hums in response, accommodating Eames as best he can and wrapping his arm around him a little tighter.]

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[Eames contemplates asking Arthur to go back to bed so they can lay down properly, but that thought gets a little lost and Eames settles for pressing himself against Arthur as much as he can with another soft sigh.]

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[Arthur flattens a palm on Eames' back and holds him close, dismissing any thoughts that come to him about how strange this might be. It's just good to have Eames here.]

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[it feels like they're staying here a while, so Eames sighs and gets himself settled to rest his head on Arthur's shoulder.]

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[Arthur gets a creeping feeling that he could easily cross a line here - for all the affection he wants to give Eames or the questions he wants to ask, he gets the sense that it all might just make Eames run. He doesn't know why but it gives him pause as he turns his head to nose lightly at Eames' hair.]

Tired?

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[Eames has to fight the urge to bolt upright and move away from Arthur at the question, suddenly painfully aware all over again of what he's doing and where he is. If Arthur's scared he could cross a line, Eames is convinced he already has several times over, and he's quiet a long few moments while he considers his answer.]

Yeah, a little.

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[That pause feels like a bad sign, which makes Arthur feel a little trapped. He opts to just close his eyes and relax under Eames' weight.]

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[Eames stays quiet, trying to stay relaxed despite how aware he is (again) of how out of character he's acting (again.) He tenses a little, turning his head like he's trying to look up at Arthur's face, but he can't from here and just sighs.]

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[It feels like Eames might be a little bit restless, and somewhere deep down Arthur wants to just calm him. He shifts as if the couch isn't optimally comfortably.]

You wanna go back to bed?

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[Eames nods first, a little hesitant as if he might embarrass himself more than he already has. He just wants to be on the other side of whatever it is that's gotten into him tonight.]

Yeah. [He sits up and looks toward the bedroom, mostly avoiding making eye contact with Arthur.] Bed sounds good.