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she got eyes that could melt the entire population
[Maybe it's a mischievous streak, something a little devious, but being able to change himself this way. Sometimes Eames just wants to do it for fun, there's nothing wrong with that. One could argue, however, there's something a little wrong with asking your partner to meet you for a drink without informing him you'll be looking a little different however.]
[Lucky for Eames, he doesn't think Arthur is somebody who'll make that complaint.]
[Especially not when he sees exactly who it is meeting him. It's been a while, but Delilah's memorable, Eames made her that way. Beautiful and graceful, she stands out yet rarely seems out of place. Especially not in the upscale bar Eames asked Arthur to meet him at.]
[Delilah comes in maybe ten minutes after Arthur, gently suggests to the person next to him that that seat should be hers and sits just a little closer than appropriate. Waiting first to be noticed, to see if Arthur recognises her or if she needs to make the first move.]
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[He's still grinning. What a sweet and handsome boyfriend he has.]
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[Eames is, of course, still awful, and the second Arthur moves or leans in a way that's particularly attractive he gets whistled at in response.]
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Yeah?
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[Wink.]
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I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
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[His stomach is literally making noise he's so hungry and excited to eat.]
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[He's still useless sorry Eames. He'll get there.]
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[He stands once he's done, wandering over to get the coffee and bring it over to refill Arthur's mug, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek too.]
Back in a few.
[He's eager to be back to himself now that there's food in him.]
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[Arthur murmurs a thank you when Eames refills his mug, smiling serenely when he's kissed, and watching Eames go unabashedly.]
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I was wondering when I'd get to see my boyfriend again.
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[He looks over his shoulder with a grin.]
You wore me out.
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It's what you wanted.
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I wasn't complaining.
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I liked Delilah, but this is good.
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You have good taste.
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I love you.
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[He hums softly and tilts his head for some more of that.]
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