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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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.]

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[Arthur holds him and brushes his fingers through his hair, wondering if this is when the talking's going to start as he kisses Eames' head.]

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[He's just quiet for a little while, soaking up what affection he's getting with a soft sigh.]

I love you.

[He does sound a little tired, but moreover it's tinged with a bit of a sad tone.]

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[Arthur doesn't stop what he's doing, letting Eames' statement sit for a beat before he replies, lips pressed to Eames' hair.]

I love you too.

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[Eames sighs softly, turning his head to nose at and kiss his shoulder. He feels like he should say something, but he has no idea where to start.]

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[Arthur's here, patient and ready for Eames to say something. Part of him wants to dive right in and tell him that he liked what they did last night, that he doesn't feel like an object in Eames' collection, that no fae in their right mind would covet someone as stubborn and neurotic as him for this long if that's all it was... but he knows better than that. That's not really the heart of the issue.]

[Another part of him is realizing the craving he has for another smoke. That's something he can put off for now, but it is a little distracting.]

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[Eames isn't really sure how to broach this, no idea what to say that he hasn't already.]

[He rests a hand on Arthur's chest.]

I don't really know what to say. It's not as if there's some miracle solution.

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No, there isn't.

[He puts his hand over Eames', brushing his thumb back and forth over his knuckles.]

But... you know if I had a problem with anything you were doing, I would have said something by now.

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I know.

[He sighs, obviously wanting to say something, but it's really just the same shit he said in the garden.]

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[He noses at Eames' hair, trying to be comforting.]

I'm just telling you what it feels like from my side.

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[He lifts his head, looking at Arthur with a serious look on his face.]

You know how I feel about you though. You're not just some... Possession.

[Obviously he knows Arthur knows that, but he really needs to hear it.]

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[He frowns with the gravity of the situation, hoping Eames really believes what he says.]

Of course. I've never thought that.