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[Arthur's a little surprised but he doesn't move, only to lean in a little and close the gap between them. He's not sure where Eames is going with this but he's been craving a bit of intimacy all week. He keeps it light though, completely following Eames' lead as far as intensity goes. Maybe this is all he wants, and Arthur's not going to push it.]

[Okay, good start. It's all testing the water, he's aware, and everything he does is a little more gentle than Eames usually ever is. Even the way he slips a couple of fingers under Arthur's waistband to pull him a little closer, and works a hand up under Arthur's shirt so he can press it against his skin.]

[It feels nice, and the hand on his skin feels nice too. It's warm. Eames is so warm, always, but a moment after Eames touches him he pulls out of the kiss with a soft hum full of regret. He takes a breath before he says anything, trying to decide if he should just forget it and try to go along with whatever Eames wants or if he should say something.]

[He decides on the latter.]

I don't think that's gonna work this time.

[Eames' expression is briefly confused, but he nods after a moment, letting his head hang with another tired laugh. Arthur's right though, Eames is just going through the motions, he can tell he's really not feeling it. In a way, it's sort of a relief that Arthur stopped him.]

[He doesn't take his hands off Arthur though, because this is something he's missed and he hasn't even let himself think about it until now. It's only been a week, but the prospect of never being able to do it again? Just thinking about it makes something in his stomach lurch and he drops the hand on Arthur's neck down to rest his palm on Arthur's chest.]

... Never would've thought I'd be so glad not to feel a heartbeat.

[Arthur answers with a laugh of his own, bringing both his hands up to Eames' waist. He can feel his pulse even there, and it makes him so grateful that it's still there.]

It's romantic, huh.

[He snorts and looks down at his hand on Arthur's chest, brushing his thumb back and forth in a small gesture of affection.]

It's how I know you missed me. Like how I take your breath away.

[He looks back up at Arthur's face with a small smirk tugging at his lips. Because even when he's feeling whatever it is he's got going on in his chest right now he's hilarious.]

[Arthur can't help but grin at that. He missed this so much. Somewhere in the back of his mind he's worried maybe Eames is trying to sweep what happened under the rug but he is determined to let Eames take the lead on talking about it. So for now, flirting and kissing.]

[He leans in again to brush Eames' nose gently.]

You have any more bad jokes or should I get on ordering us dinner?

[Eames grins back and tilts his head to press a quick kiss to Arthur's lips. He just wants to have this right now, just. Things feeling a little like how they should, instead of tense and uncertain.]

None I can think of, but I can't promise anything.

Maybe you'll come up with a few more after your stomach stops growling.

[He takes one hand off of Eames to dig out his phone and scrolls through it to figure out which takeaway places he has saved in his phone.]

You have anything in mind?

[He shakes his head.] As long as I can eat it in bed, I don't care.

Chinese then.

[He finds the number and dials, staying close to Eames. He even plays with the seam of Eames' shirt at his shoulder, smiling softly as he talks to the restaurant. He gives them their order and then hangs up with a content sigh.]

Half an hour.

[Eames makes a generally pleased noise, staying put for the moment while Arthur makes the order.]

Good. [Regretfully he has to pull away to retrieve his beer from the counter. But he offers a smirk to Arthur as he turns to leave the kitchen.] In the meantime, I'll be needing you to take your shirt off and come lay down with me.

[Arthur is maybe a little bashful as he follows Eames out. He doesn't take his shirt off just yet, waiting to see where Eames is going.]

Are you also going to take your shirt off?

[That would be ideal.]

[Well he doesn't say anything, but once he puts his beer down on the nightstand his shirt comes off before he lays down.]

[Arthur grins and takes his shirt off as well, slipping into bed next to Eames and turning on his side to face him. He doesn't cuddle up right away, still letting Eames take the lead on just how close he's willing to get. Arthur has a hard limit of nothing that raises Eames' heartrate, but there's a lot of room for casual intimacy in between here and there.]

[Eames has some anxiety about... Well, everything. Anxiety and issues they still haven't actually talked about, and Arthur can probably tell something's up because Eames' pulse is definitely going a bit faster than normal, but. It feels stupid, but he needs this. He shifts closer to Arthur, and curls up around him, tucking his head under Arthur's.]

[He's never really been someone who demands affection or comfort like this — he settled easily enough into just pulling Arthur over for a little casual cuddling, but this isn't that. It's needier, more vulnerable. But he didn't get it when he actually really needed it, so as far as he's concerned Arthur has time to make up for.]

[Arthur can tell this isn't just standard cuddling. He feels bad, that he wasn't here to make this happen right after Eames got out of the hospital, but the feeling of him struggling in his arms is still so fresh in his mind that he's still worried this is going to go wrong somehow.]

[He tries to avoid outright wrapping himself around Eames right away, settling for combing one hand through his hair and laying the other on Eames' waist.]

I missed you so much.

It's only been a week.

[He noses at Arthur's neck a little when he says it, voice light and teasing in contrast to the way he's holding Arthur tightly like he's trying to make sure he can't leave. He's already told Arthur how badly he missed him, no need to repeat himself.]

[Arthur lightly drags his fingers across Eames' back as he thinks on it.]

Mm, and I've been alive for a few hundred years, but a week feels like an eternity when you're away from someone you love this much.

[Yep he's getting sappy. Deal with it Eames.]

[Jesus. Eames laughs and shakes his head at this gross old man sap he's getting.]

But I'm laying it on thick when I call you magnificent.

[Arthur hums happily and presses his lips to the top of Eames' head.]

I like when you call me magnificent.

Well you are. [Eames hums softly and curls up a little more against Arthur, practically getting their limbs all tangled up with eachother.] Magnificent, exquisite, breathtaking...

[Arthur laughs bashfully.]

Stop it.

[No don't keep being cute in his direction.]

Handsome, gorgeous, captivating.

[He tilts his head up a little, punctuating each word with a kiss along the underside of Arthur's jaw. And then he pauses for a brief moment, like he needs a beat to think of anything else to say.]

You're pretty easy on the eyes too.

[He grins and pulls his head back to look down at Eames affectionately. he can't think of anything to say but he does run his fingers through Eames' hair one more time before he ducks his head for a proper kiss. It's still soft and most definitely not going anywhere but it just feels right.]

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