Arthur is burning up. His knuckles are white where they grip onto the bedsheets. The pretty flush of his cheeks is hidden, because he's got his face buried into the hotel pillow like he can't bare to to see, not anymore. He whines again, high pitched and it wraps around Eames' heart and tugs in the most distracting way.
"Hey, hey, hey," Eames says, his voice still rough, his mouth pressed just below and behind Arthur's ear, "shush, Arthur, I've got you, yeah? Said I'd take care of you, and I will, darling." He brushes his thumb across the back of Arthur's hand, hoping he'll release his grip before he hurts himself. "I'll take such good care of you," he can't help but say, breathless. "But I won't hurt you. I won't."
"I know," Arthur answers, grumpy and muffled by the pillow. He shakes Eames' hand off the back of his just to lace their fingers together. "Just--"
"Please." Eames closes his eyes tightly, rests his weight just a little bit more on the backs of Arthur's thighs to keep him still. "Just relax. Please."
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"Hey, hey, hey," Eames says, his voice still rough, his mouth pressed just below and behind Arthur's ear, "shush, Arthur, I've got you, yeah? Said I'd take care of you, and I will, darling." He brushes his thumb across the back of Arthur's hand, hoping he'll release his grip before he hurts himself. "I'll take such good care of you," he can't help but say, breathless. "But I won't hurt you. I won't."
"I know," Arthur answers, grumpy and muffled by the pillow. He shakes Eames' hand off the back of his just to lace their fingers together. "Just--"
"Please." Eames closes his eyes tightly, rests his weight just a little bit more on the backs of Arthur's thighs to keep him still. "Just relax. Please."
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