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[This is one of those moments in life where knowing something isn't the same as being at all prepared to face it. Eames has known all about the types of people Arthur works with for some time now; killers with an incredible strength and hunger just below the surface-- some much older than Arthur and stronger for it.]

[He doesn't know if that was the case this time, or what even caused the fight, but he knows that Arthur's in a bad dtate and getting hom home was a struggle. He eventually manages to get Arthur to the bed, laying him down as if he really knows what to do here.]

Arthur-- Arthur, look at me.

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Good.

[It's not the same kind of feeling he's used to, something kind of uplifting and airy, but it's been a while and he knows Arthur didn't drink as much as he usually would, so Eames chalks it up to that. But he still feels good; relaxed now there's been no disasters or anything of the sort.]

... You didn't take much.

I wanted to take it easy this time.

[No mincing words about that. He's not too shy to say he's tentative. He has good reason to be.]

[Sensible. Eames nods, they've got to take it in steps. Evem if he's confident it'd be fine, he has to remind himself that he was confident Arthur could control himself when half-dead and presented with fresh blood, and well...]

[Best not think about that.]

We're going to have to think of something other than the glove though. I can't wear that during sex.

[Arthur makes a soft sound in agreement because it really is awful. He mostly got it for Eames in case they're ever in a similar situation - Eames offering his blood or any blood for Arthur's benefit when he needs it. He hadn't gotten as far as sex yet.]

Well, chains are still an option. I think that's getting a bit ahead of ourselves, though.

[The sex is Eames' endgame. It may take a while, it could take months, (hopefully not that many though; he's gonna start getting desperate and Eames doesn't feel like it's a good look on him,) but if anything this has made him confident that they can get back there.]

I know it's a ways of, but we'll have to think about it eventually. [He pauses, and then he's almost a little worried when he adds:] Unless you don't want to...?

No, I want to.

[Arthur's tone is reassuring but there's definitely a hint of his own desire in there too.]

I just think we have a long way to go from this to that.

I'm not saying we have to talk about it now, but I... [SIGH.] It's really difficult not being able to touch you.

[Arthur frowns in confusion, lifting his head up to look down at Eames.]

You mean while I'm drinking from you?

Yeah.

[He rubs his face and shifts a little to try and lay down on the couch. Suddenly he's decided he doesn't want to be sitting up anymore.]

It's not something I'd even considered, but just then I had to keep reminding myself about the glove.

[He's always known in the back of his head that it's been kind of an intimate act when it's with Eames. He likes it that way, but when the question of getting Eames something easy to defend himself with came up, he wasn't thinking of preserving the intimacy of the whole thing.]

We'll come up with something.

Back to the drawing board, huh?

[He sighs, none to pleased with this, but the more he thinks about it the less he likes the glove. It'll do until they come up with something better — the first solution is rarely the best, after all — but god he hopes that's soon.]

We could always get a referee.

No.

[That one's just a full no. Even if there was someone he would want around in their home at any point other than designated small gathering times he wouldn't want them around for that. Talk about killing the mood. At least the glove didn't have feelings and judgements it could potentially share.]

[Eames laughs at that-- it's not a serious suggestion, but he keeps going with it, dropping his voice a little and trailing his fingers up Arthur's back.]

You don't like the idea of someone whose job is to watch us get all hot and heavy with eachother?

[It was meant to be a joke, but now he's said it, the idea kind of works for him. His mind has pretty much just taken the idea and run with it the second he stopped talking. Kind of a shame Arthur would never go for it.]

[Arthur makes a sound that's almost a grumble.]

No, and particularly not when it's hot and heavy and bloody.

[That... Really only makes the picture in his head more vivid, (he'd forgotten about the blood, thanks Arthur,) and Eames has to take a moment before he responds. Swallowing and closing his eyes for a brief moment because that is not conducive to this conversation. Or not embarrassing himself because he managed to go from zero to boner because of a dumb joke.]

That's, uh. [ahem] We'll just have to think of something else.

[SAVED IT.]

[Arthur has a very important decision to make. He could address the fact that somehow Eames has got himself all bothered about this idea. Arthur's not sure exactly what part of the whole thing is doing it for him, but he suspects Eames has a thing about being watched that has unexpectedly reared its head during this conversation and at least that is semi-useful information for the future. His other option is just to pretend he didn't notice and get on with his life, which doesn't seen as fun but does seem less embarrassing.]

[...option two it is.]

I still have to go out and stop in with a few people. Are you going to take a nap?

[Oh thank god.]

[Eames sighs, relieved that Arthur hasn't decided to be awful about this, and nods.]

Yeah. I could do with the rest.

Alright.

[Arthur pulls away and stands up, stretching with a sigh.]

I won't be too long. You want anything before I go?

[Eames stands too, leaning in to give Arthur a quick kiss before he heads to bed.]

Nah. I'll see you later.

[Arthur grins and retires to his own room (which has been scrubbed clean to his satisfaction) to get changed and get going. He's gone a couple hours and when he comes back he's practically bursting with energy, which for Arthur is just an added bounce to his step and a general alertness that goes above and beyond his usual keen observational eye. He's feeling very energized right now and hopefully he has a boyfriend up to the task of dealing with it.]

[After he walks in the door he pokes his head into the kitchen and the living room, looking around for something to entertain him.]

Eames?

[Nope he's still asleep.]

[Arthur walks down the hall to Eames' room and looks in, letting out kind of a disappointed sigh when he sees that he is not awake. He considers waking him up for a second, but surely he can find something better to do. Right?]

[Yeah like there's a ton of stuff that needs to be cleaned and everything. He can tidy up. That's a thing he can do.]

[Eames does eventually wake up about 20 minutes later, a combination of "enough rest" and "did he hear something bang, what the hell is going on" and drags himself out of bed. Yawning as he wanders through the apartment to find Arthur... cleaning.]

You okay?

[Did you seriously get home and immediately start cleaning]

Huh?

[Arthur looks up from what he's doing and smiles warmly at Eames, immediately coming over for a kiss.]

I'm great. I was just cleaning things up a bit.

Alright.

[He slips his arms around Arthur's waist and kisses him back.]

Everything went well, I take it.

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