i've got this feeling i can't shake

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[This gathering isn't anything special, especially not by the "standards" Eames has been discovering over these last few years, but it is one of those things where the Lord of Autumn should make an appearance. A lot of fae and various other types celebrating some minor thing that Eames can't even remember. The drinks are good though, and there is the odd familiar face he actually enjoys the company of.]

[It's all just... Fine. Except for one thing, a fae who is absolutely stunning, unabashedly inhuman, somebody Eames would certainly love to take home were it a different time. But she's not interested in him by the looks of it anyway. During the latter half of the evening, he catches glimpses of her with Arthur, and he could brush off the flirting if it weren't for the way he could see it being reciprocated.]

[It becomes steadily harder to ignore, glances become hard stares with a clenched jaw for lingering moments, barely paying attention to whatever conversation he's found himself in. Entirely more interested in this display he's witnessing.]

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[Well, it's fast food. Can't be more than fifteen minutes before Eames is bringing over a couple of plates of scrambled eggs and toast, leaning over to plant a kiss on the side of Arthur's face as he puts the plates down.]

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[Arthur hums at the attention.]

Thank you.

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Of course.

[He sits opposite Arthur and gets to eating. He's pretty hungry now there's food in front of him.]

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[Arthur gets about halfway through his breakfast, feeling wakefulness finally start to sink in. He looks up at Eames a few times; it's not tha they're always extremely chatty, but their talk out in the garden makes the quiet a little suspicious.]

You still thinking about it?

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Of course I am.

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[Arthur stretches his hand across the table, palm turned up in an invitation for Eames to hold it.]

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[Eames frowns, but he reaches over to take Arthur's hand. He just feels like he's ruining their morning on top of being an asshole.]

I'm sorry.

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[Arthur shrugs.]

We can talk about it after.

[Let him eat these scrambled eggs please.]

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[Eames lifts Arthur's hand and kisses it, gives it a light squeeze and lets go so they can both get back to their food.]

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[Arthur gives him a tired smile and takes his hand back so he can finish breakfast. Despite the fact that they went through this this morning, he doesn't really know what he's in for, doesn't know how to solve this. He wants to help but it's not even something he understands—it's too fae for him.]

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[Eames finishes his food relatively quickly, and gets up to refill both of their coffees. He's not sure there's any solution here, so he's just going to try and commit to not ruining their morning with his feelings.]

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Thank you.

[Arthur gets up to kiss Eames on the cheek, taking his coffee cup and putting his hand on Eames' chest.]

You wanna go sit down?

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Mmhm.

[He smiles tiredly at Arthur.]

I think I could do with it.

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[Arthur heads out to the couch with his coffee, sitting down with a heavy sigh and waiting for Eames to start.]

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[Eames joins him, sitting down and waiting all of a moment before he starts getting himself all in Arthur's space.]

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[Oh okay. Arthur's okay with this, accommodating Eames and wrapping an arm around him.]

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[Eames hums happily at this and noses fondly at Arthur's face. What a good boyfriend.]

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[Arthur lets out a soft, amused sound and turns to give Eames a kiss.]

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[Good. Perfect. Eames smiles against Arthur's lips, lifting a hand to rest on his chest.]

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[Arthur keeps that up for a moment, pulling Eames a little closer. He pulls away to murmur against Eames' lips, an amused lilt in his voice.]

Guess we're not talking then.

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I don't want to talk.

[Should he? Absolutely. But what Eames wants is to make out and then take a nap on Arthur's chest, is that so much to ask?]

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[Arthur answers that with another kiss. Who's he to decide how Eames processes this. Besides, this is much more fun and at least he knows he's good at this. Dealing with Eames' hangups? Not so much.]

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[Eames practically melts against Arthur, sighing softly and pulling himself closer to drape himself over Arthur even more.]

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[Arthur reciprocates, privately hoping this is all Eames wants. He's still worn out from last night and he knows he's not really up to much of anything more than this.]

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[Eames is much too emotionally compromised to consider anything more right now. He hums softly into the kiss and eventually pulls away so he can put his head on Arthur's shoulder.]