It's just that I feel so betrayed! My brain clearly does not have my best interests at heart! Stupid brain. I think it likes you more than it does me.

Someone on the internet has totally written Arthur/Eames sexpollen. I read one of them, even, but it was not what I wanted. Arthur was not begging and Eames was not conflicted by the ramifications of sleeping with someone under the influence of magically sexpollen. And without those two things happening, I don't know, I just find it a lot less hot. I mean, Arthur! Can you imagine him trying to hold himself back, and just not being able to, and he doesn't want Eames to call Yusuf, Christ, he just wants Eames to fuck him, it's not like he's asking that much.

Aw, I'm glad you had fun! And I can't wait for the fairytale thing. Not even kind of at all. Sadly, sadly, it has come to my attention that every single word I have written for the bakery thing sucks. It's a terrible, terrible thing, when you realize a story you're writing is terrible in the middle of it. :\