angelgazing | What do you do when you think you've been a victim of inception?

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. :\

I think it likes you more than it does me. I have nothing against it *g*

I'm totally with you on that one! If you take out the conflict both in Arthur and Eames, the story'd be borderline pwp; not that that would be a bad thing, but I want them to have some sort of characterization! I want the really awkward coffession of love under-the-influence/the-morning-after! It would increase the hotness level to untold heights! I still say you should deliver this to the fandom at large... then your brain would feel very appreciated and it would love you, too! :D?

I hate when that happens. I had to scrap a whole section of the fairytale because it was going on a tangent of its own. I'm sure that those words were totally awesome, though!

Well, it doesn't torture you all the time, does it? I am under constant attack. It hardly fosters a warm and comfortable working environment. Stupid brain. :p

I am all for PWP! It just didn't hit the characters they way I felt it should. And, you know, Arthur. Begging. I didn't realize this was a thing I needed in life, but apparently it just really, really is. And, and, and...

"I would," Arthur says, and bites his lip again, and he can't stop the way his hips push forward, in time with the sweep of Eames' thumb across his side. A gentle swipe, supposed to be calming but it's just making Arthur crazy. All he can think is how close Eames is to actually touching him while still completely refusing, even when Arthur's shirt is half-undone and he's straddling Eames' lap. He gasps, when he manages to buck just enough in Eames' grip that the pad of his thumb drags in a slow, torturous arc across the skin of Arthur's belly. "Fuck," he hisses, and somehow manages to hear through the rush of blood in his ears the way that Eames echoes it faintly and almost lost.

"I'd do it for you," Arthur tells him, finally, panting the words across Eames' cheek. Trying to direct Eames' hand to the open button of his trousers with a horrifying lack of success. "Come on, Eames, I'd do it for you."

And Eames laughs, again, like he did that time in the dreamscape when the mark's projections had gotten their hands on him and he was asking Arthur for a final kiss as Arthur pushed the barrel of a Glock into his temple. Eames laughs like he's tired. Like it hurts. And it just scrapes at Arthur in all the wrong ways, pulling out every shred of him that had clung to his reluctance to touch. Eames says, "That's hardly the same, darling, and we both know it," with a valiant effort at a smirk that falls flat somewhere around melancholy. "Wouldn't exactly take a drug to make me want it."

::clears throat::

I am getting ready to leave and go shopping, because I feel the need to spend money I shouldn't to relieve stress, and also get something with a lot of sugar that could masquerade as coffee. But I have some options for you, kk? I have a little over 4000 words on the bakery thing, and I told you I'd do my best to get it done for you and failed. So, so, I can a) try to work on the bakery thing this weekend or, b) try and write this sexpollen thing.

Also, I would be willing to trade the terrible unbetaed 4000ish words of the bakery thing that I have currently written for a peek at the fairytale thing. TRADE.

You get to decide!

Edited 2010-08-20 22:35 (UTC)

I firmly believe that is just your brain's way of challenging you to always better yourself :D

Begging!Arthur. Everybody should have some in their life, trufax.

*dies* How so awesome? How? *wants more*

I want both! How can you choose? But..uh... maybe you could wrap up the sexpollen one? You left me hanging on the one and I need more of it! The bakery one looks like it's going to be something epic and I wouldn't want you to rush it <3

And omg! *slaps handful of fairytale words on the table* TRADE! I AM ALL FOR TRADING IF I GET THOSE AWOSOME, AWESOME WORDS!
I could even slip in the doodle I drew for the first part :D

You are too, too kind.

Hahahaha. Wrap up the sexpollen one. You are hilarious. I can't figure out how to start it. Or POV. Do I do it from Arthur's POV, where he's desperate and trying not to show it? Eames' POV where Arthur is desperate and trying not to show it, and... Yeah, never mind, I just answered my own question. Eames offers just all kinds of conflict. Yummy, yummy, conflict.

YOU SHOULD EMAIL ME IMMEDIATELY SO THAT WE CAN MAKE THIS TRADE. IT IS THIS USERNAME AT GMAIL.COM

Edited 2010-08-21 20:38 (UTC)

I'm really not!

I BELIEVE IN YOU! And conflicted!Eames is ♥!

JUST SENT YOU AN EMAIL! Hopefully my horrible grasp of the English language/terrible writing skills combo won't kill your brain...

The last time I tried to write porn was probably something like 6 years ago. And even then it was terrible. I mean, terrible. And usually very vague.

The thing is, I just have this vision of Eames, the tips of three fingers buried in Arthur, panting against the sweaty small of Arthur's back while Arthur whines and tries to rock against his weight to get him deeper. And the sounds he's making, the heat of him, it's probably enough to make Eames come right then and there, but. But he licks the sweat off of Arthur's spine, slowly, one vertebra at a time, and tries to swallow down his want and keep his fingers steady, because this isn't for him. This can't be for him. He's a terrible man for wanting it to be.

Gmail is denying me access! It won't let me seeeeee. I WANT TO SEEEEE.

*dies again and again and again* *grabby hands* moar please

Gmail is stupid and changed the privacy settings without asking me >:( Try again now? if it doesn't work I'll send it again as an attachment

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."

Still I am deniiiied!

goddddddddddddd. I can't even. *rolls all over it*

Grrrrrr. Ok, let's try the ol' linky way (https://docs.google.com/document/edit?id=10Y6PPfbm-lESL-1rc7UGmtBWYHFIRUQSw-CufiRfXFw&hl=en&authkey=CKSfpeoL)!

OMG OMG OMG OMG THE NOISES I JUST MADE AT THE PICTURE COULD ONLY BE HEARD BY PUPPIES. THAT IS JUST OMG.

SO, SO ADORABLE. I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE REEEEST. ::FLAILS::

oh wait! I think I have resolved the problem! You should be able to see it now...

I have sent you an email with what I've got so far of the bakery thing. Except for the notes about scenes I've still got to write. And the rough draft outline of another scene, because I am horrified by it. But, but. OMG. Yours is SO CUTE. I CAN'T EVEN STAND IT.

NO NO NO YOURS IS THE MOST SPECTACULAR! OMG!!! BOYS! It's so amazing! How are you so effing talented? I've read it all two times already and I'm going for a third because omg! *flails* the hearteyes I'm making, you don't even know!

I've written part three and a draft of part four in my notebook! I'll type them tomorrow and also add the second doodle (which i drew last week but forgot to scan) (this fairytale keeps getting failier with every word I add, but at least I'm having fun...)

NO, OMG IT IS NOT BUT I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT ANYWAY. ::HUGS::

YOURS IS THE MOST SPECTACULAR OF AAALL. IT IS SO ADORABLE! SO VERY ADORABLE!

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