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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[Wow. Here he is in the midst of a crisis and Arthur won't lay down with him. Rude. Terrible. Eames huffs and stands, heading first through to the kitchen since he's pretty sure he left them on the counter.]

[Besides if this is how it's going to be, he's absolutely stealing another one and he has no remorse for it.]

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[Eames already told him he'd buy another pack and he doesn't intend to go through the whole thing so he's fine with Eames taking one. Mostly. He takes the pack from Eames and slides one for himself out, heading out to the garden again to sit down on the bench, waiting for Eames to come light it for him.]

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[He'll probably head out this evening to replace them, get a few little things. Right now he's going to do exactly that, lighting Arthur's cigarette and then his own. He takes a deep first drag and exhales slow, pretty happy with this.]

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[Arthur takes his first drag and lets his head fall back, unabashedly letting out a soft moan as he exhales. This is 100% Eames' fault.]

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[Eames laughs softly at that, eyebrow raised when he looks at Arthur, but honestly what's more important than laughing at Arthur is forcing him to accommodate Eames so he can have a garden nap.]

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[Arthur's happy to accommdate him as long as his mouth and hand aren't required to get involved. Otherwise he's just going to keep smoking happily.]

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[Eames is really just focused on getting that nap on Arthur's chest that he talked about, so he sure hopes it's not uncomfortable for Arthur when he moves to half-lay on this bench and rest his head there.]

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[Arthur doesn't mind, adjusting a little to make sure Eames is comfortable.]

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[Eames hums happily. This is nice. He puts his free hand on Arthur's thigh and gives it a gentle, affectionate squeeze.]