iiiiiiiit's more shapeshifter trash

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[One thing that's fun about not wearing his own face with Arthur is getting to flirt openly in public. Or more. He's awful about it, to a degree that's just as much genuine flirting as it is seeing where Arthur's limits are, sticking pretty close to him until the cab arrives and sitting next to him to kiss his neck and rest his hand far too high on Arthur's thigh to be innocent until he's stopped.]

[When they get back to Arthur's place finally, he decides there's not much point with any pretence and gets rid of his shoes and jacket before taking himself to the bedroom.]

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[He shakes his head.]

I wouldn't be able to fit in his clothes.

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[A light frown flits across his face.]

You can't change back in the morning?

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I could, but I'd have to change back to this before I left.

[Eames considers this for a moment and then looks at Arthur with an amused smirk.]

Or I could use a glamour and see if anyone can tell I'm actually nude.

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[Arthur kind of rolls his eyes.]

No, I just mean... you could sleep as you, and change back if you need to.

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Do you want me to?

[One evening isn't exactly enough to make him miss being himself, but it's not exactly a hassle either way.]

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[Arthur thinks on that for a moment, glancing down at where his hand is still resting on Eames' chest.]

A little, yeah.

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Alright, close your eyes then.

[You know, to preserve a little mystery and all that.]

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[Arthur sighs and closes his eyes, since that's a thing he supposes.]

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[Look, changing shape isn't exactly Eames' most attractive look okay.]

[Anyway. It's relatively quick, since there's no need for him to tweak anything or really think about it at all. It takes a few seconds, if that, and there's no noise but coming back to himself does come with a faint scent of burnt wood, like opening a window to a distant bonfire.]

[He sighs and arches his back a little in a stretch, a soft "okay" along with it so Arthur knows he's done.]

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[Arthur opens his eyes and smiles when he sees Eames' face again, leaning in to plant a kiss on it right away. It's such a good face.]

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[Eames laughs and lifts a hand to cup Arthur's face, leaning up into the kiss with a soft hum.]

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[Arthur grins as he kisses him, putting his hand back on Eames' chest as he shuffles a little bit closer. He's well aware that he's gross right now but it's Eames and he's feeling very affectionate after all of what they just did.]

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[Eames is fine with that, making another pleased noise and letting his thumb brush back and forth over Arthur's cheek. After the day he's had, this is a welcome change of pace, and a nice way to wind down after the sex they just had.]

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[After a little while, Arthur pulls away just far enough to grin down at him. It takes him a second of deliberation but he finally decides to tuck himself right up to Eames' side and lay down, draping an arm across his body and laying his head down on the pillow right next to him.]

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[Eames freezes for a moment, not out of any negative feelings per se, but mostly confusion. Arthur wanting him to change back and then cuddling up to him isn't exactly insignificant, all things considered, but it's not unwelcome either. He wonders a little if this is something worth thinking about, but after that moment’s passed he decides that it is, but not now.]

[Right now he's tired and he's had a stressful day and Arthur is a familiar and comfortable presence, even if in an unfamiliar situation, and he reaches to pull the covers over the both of them.]

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[Arthur's going to fall asleep pretty quickly, feeling very spent and exhausted after the day and the sex. He doesn't want to think too hard about what he's doing right now particularly because he knows he'll overthink it, and this is too comfortable to just roll away from.]

[So he's gonna doze off right where he is.]

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[Eames shifts a little, curling up to Arthur and making himself more comfortable before he falls asleep. Might as well get the most of this unforseen cuddling circumstance.]

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[Arthur will easily sleep soundly through the night, and he doesn't move from Eames' side. He'll wake in the same position he fell asleep in unless Eames decides to move at some ungodly hour in the morning.]

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[Nah, Eames is exhausted. He might curl up a little more but other than that he is gone until either late morning or Arthur wakes him up.]

[Sleeping in is such a rare luxury these days.]

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[When Arthur wakes up, which is relatively late for him, he hums in protest to wakefulness and sighs. He's aware that there's a body under his arm but it's fine and it's comfortable, but he's also aware that he has a sore ass and aching forearms. It's the forearms he inspects first, sleepily opening his eyes and raising his arm to look at the brand new bruises.]

[Cool.]

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[Eames groans in complaint when Arthur moves, stubbornly closing his eyes even tighter and frowning in his sleep. It's so much more comfortable when nobody is moving.]

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[Arthur hums in some vague agreement as he lowers his arm again, deciding that it's more important to get some more sleep out of this arrangement than it is to see exactly how bad his wrists are.]

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[Eames seems satisfied with this, turning a little on his side and throwing an arm over Arthur; he doesn't do this shit by halves. If he's gonna cuddle up to someone he's going all in.]

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[Arthur makes an agreeable sound and grins, nosing at Eames' face sleepily.]

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[Eames wakes up a little with that, smiling a little at the affection and he traces his fingers up Arthur's side as he opens his eyes.]

Morning.