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because the answer to "do you need a hug" is ALWAYS yes

There should be a snazzy intro here, but let's face it guys, the point would be this: CUDDLING. Every one needs cuddling. People love cuddling. I love cuddling. I think Arthur probably secretly loves cuddling. And you know Eames is a clingy bastard. Because cuddling is awesome! And everyone should get some cuddles. So, allow me to present:

The Multi-Fandom Cuddling Meme

~The Rules~

~~Stolen~~ Adapted from

foxxcub's super awesome kissing meme

All fic/art must including cuddling of some kind
All pairings, fandoms, rating, and genres welcome!
There is not minimum or maximum word count.
Be kind to one another ♥♥♥

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EAMES MAKES ARTHUR GO ON HOLIDAY WITH HIM SOMEWHERE TROPICAL, AND ARTHUR IS DOZING IN THE HAMMOCK AND GETTING A SUNBURN ALL ACROSS HIS CHEEKS AND HIS NOSE AND HIS SHOULDERS, AND REALLY, EAMES ONLY CRAWLS IN AND COVERS HIM FOR HIS OWN GOOD. EAMES IS BEING THE MOST SELFLESS, REALLY.

EAMES IS ALWAYS THE MOST SELFLESS. REALLY, REALLY!

ALWAYS. Why can't Arthur just accept that? And if he kisses Arthur to keep him quiet, well, that's just so Arthur doesn't over work himself on his holiday!

EXACTLY! He is SO THOUGHTFUL!

::really going to sleep now...::

NIIIIIGHT BB.

SWEET DREAMS OF CUDDLES.

It's well after lunch time when Eames hangs up the phone with a frown, rubbing at the back of his neck. Nothing like planning a fortnight of uninterrupted holiday time to guarantee someone's going to call in a favour.

He slides open the plate glass door and steps out onto the back deck of the cottage, flexing his toes against the gritty sand they've both tracked up from the beach over the last couple of days. "Fuck them. I'm going to have to..."

But Arthur's asleep, arm hanging over the edge of the hammock strung between two of the palm trees. The book he'd grabbed twenty minutes in to Eames's phone call dangles precariously from his fingers, the red cloth binding almost matching the angry colour creeping across his face and chest.

"Dammit, Arthur," Eames mutters, stooping to pick up the book and put it on the ground. He's going to be fucking sore, that's for sure, and Eames is glad he put the bottle of aloe in the fridge. He knew Arthur wasn't going to last a week without a sunburn.

Arthur stirs sleepily as Eames sits on the edge of the hammock, rocking it downward, but doesn't wake as he carefully manoeuvres until he's lying along side him. Arthur's skin is hot to the touch, and Eames knows he'll have to wake him soon. Wake him, and tell him he's leaving not even half way into their first real vacation since... well, ever.

Arthur shifts, hand coming up to rest against Eames's hair, and makes a soft sound of contentment.

He leans closer into the warm, salt-streaked skin of Arthur's shoulder.

Soon, but not now. Now's he's going to enjoy this, and later he's going to rub cold aloe on Arthur's sunburn, and maybe he'll even procrastinate long enough for them to investigate the application of the hammock for activities far more interesting than reading and sleeping.

He leans up on one elbow, feeling the slight dip and sway as his weight shifts, and sets to kissing Arthur awake.

EEEEEEEEEEEEE OMG OMG OMG THIS FOREVER, PLEEEEASE.

Oh my GOD just yes yes yesssssss! CUDDLING IN A HAMMOCK. APPLYING COLD ALOE. CUDDLING AND BEING SO IN LOOOOOVE. ♥

YOUR GLEE AND APPROVAL SOOTHES MY PAIN. <3

GDI now I just want to write about the application of said cold aloe. IT IS SO EASY TO GO OFF ON TANGENTS FROM CUDDLING, LOL.

I am intrigued by this possibly sexy application of cold aloe...

LOVE THEM!!!

CUTE CUTE CUTE :D :D ♥

Oh, arthur. Yeah, I can't be anywhere near sun without getting terrible sunburns. I FEEL THE PAIN YOU WILL SOON BE IN, but you have Eames cuddles, so.

<3

Oh god I am the same. I actually winced a little bit thinking about it guh he is going to be so sore. :/

N'awwwww!

omg omg i love this so much :((((

Sunburn! Hammocks! Cuddling! *rejoices*

<33333
I just love them so much. ^_^ That's all I've been able to comment lately. I'm stupidly in love with every bloody incarnation of these boys. (whenever it's well written that is)

♥___________♥

THIS. FOREVER.

"Ummmph," Arthur mumbles, and it must be the heat dulling his senses because in any other situation, Eames would've been shoved off of him. And it is Eames, he realizes, which on the one hand is good because if anyone else had crawled on him, well, that would have been awkward but on the other hand, Eames. Which he's apparently now ~~moaned~~ said out loud, because Eames grins.

"It's for your own good, darling," he says in that ridiculously smug way of his that always, always, always goes straight to Arthur's cock, and Arthur wants to know how it is that Eames has managed to forge his fucking nerve endings.

"Being smothered is for my own good?" Arthur manages, his shoves made utterly ineffectual by the fact that Eames's chest is currently crushing his arms. And chest. And basically all of his upper body. It would be one thing if he were lying on a bed, but being in a hammock means that he's trapped on three sides by netting and the fourth by Eames.

"Covered, really. Possibly covered and smothered. Even topped, if you'd like," Eames purrs. "But hopefully not scattered or diced."

"I am never letting you set foot in a Waffle House again," Arthur groans, trying and failing again to get Eames off of him.

"That's what you said last time, love." Eames is entirely too insufferable, and Arthur knows what he's angling for and won't give him the satisfaction. Yet.

"This time I mean it. Especially because you are apparently trying to kill me by squeezing the life from my lungs."

Eames looks almost hurt. "Au contraire, I'm saving you."

"I don't believe you," Arthur growls.

"You're turning entirely too lobster-like for my tastes, Arthur. I'll have you know that Bali has one of the highest incidences of skin cancer in the world." Eames grins, and it's dazzling in the sunlight, even though his nose is only inches from Arthur's. "I'm merely trying to protect you from dying a painful and decidedly unsexy death."

And that's the breaking point for Arthur, because despite his utter ridiculousness, despite the fact that this is all some Eamesian contrivance to lay on top of him, there's also something earnest beneath the teasing. Once again, Eames has chosen an entirely ridiculous way to show that he cares, but the truth of the matter is still that he cares. Arthur surges forward and plants his lips on Eames, telegraphing his surrender.

They kiss, long and lazy in the equatorial sun, and when they finally break apart Eames sighs happily and wraps himself around Arthur. "You're going to wreck my tan," Arthur grumbles, pushing at the arm still wrapped around his chest.

"Saving your life," Eames murmurs, still smug. "You'll thank me for it later."

"So cocky, Mr. Eames," Arthur sighs, settling in against Eames's chest. "You know, some people just use sunscreen."

"Don't worry," Eames hums, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I have plans for that later."

(IDEK why it is that i can write commentfic but get bogged down in the *counts* six WIPs i have going now, ARGH.)

TOTALLY A PROMPT. TOTALLY. I LOOOOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Arthur doesn't believe him at all but it doesn't matter because THEY ARE SO IN LOVE. ♥♥♥ Goddd Arthur and Eames and just both of them and everything.

I really adore it when they don't actually manage to say what they mean. Like, they would totally be the kind to go YEARS without ever admitting that they're together or whatever. Even though they're madly in love.

Glad you enjoyed! (:

They could go absolutely forever without 'fessing up. It's one of my favorite things, I'll be honest. On the list of tropes I adore: Saying I love you without ever saying I love you. Arthur and Eames would be the best ever at it, too. The bessst.

♥♥♥

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gollumgollum.livejournal.com - 2010-11-29 06:21 (UTC) - Expand

EAMES IS BETTER THAN SUNSCREEN. THIS IS FACT. HIS BLINDING LOVE FOR ARTHUR REFLECTS THE SUN'S RAYS.

♥ ♥ ♥

AHAHAHAHA!

Arthur: I've been laying out for HOURS, why am i not tan?
Eames: *GLEAMS*

You had me at "Eamesian contrivance", omg. <3

Arthur knows what he's angling for and won't give him the satisfaction. Yet.
I feel like this summed up everything ever about their relationship ♥♥♥

Hee, yeah. They're so much better when they're not quite giving in. <3

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