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angelgazing) wrote2010-11-28 09:10 pm
angelgazing) wrote2010-11-28 09:10 pm
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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:
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foxxcub's super awesome kissing meme
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The Multi-Fandom Cuddling Meme
~The Rules~
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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Well, I still have homework, but.
Granted, the fact that he'd woken up to Eames' hand on him may have had something to do with both the mumbling and the general lack of coherence, but. Well.
"Make me breakfast, then," Eames says.
Arthur, too maniacally happy to actually call Eames an asshole, gets dressed, waits until Eames has a decent amount of clothes on, and departs in search of a decent coffee shop.
They find a place, sit down in a booth away from prying eyes. Eames uses his straw to doodle orange juice art on a napkin, which gives Arthur an idea. He pulls out a notebook and a pen and gives Eames a patient look until he pouts and puts his juice down.
"Yes, dear?" Eames says in his very best hen-pecked voice.
"I want to make a list," Arthur says, "of boundaries."
Eames mimes incomprehension.
"You know." Arthur lowers his voice, because he'd honestly rather not talk about his sex life – love life, whatever – in public. "What you're comfortable with me doing. What you'd rather not, what you actually like."
"Haven't we been over that, already?" Eames leans close. His voice, exasperated as it is, carries an unmasked fondness. "I'm yours, darling. Do with me as you will."
"I know that," Arthur says, although it kind of surprises him that he does. "I want to know what you like. What you enjoy."
Eames leers at him. Arthur works very hard not to burst into laughter.
"Seriously, though," he says, holding Eames gaze. "I want cards on the table." At Eames' mutinous expression, he adds, "Come on. You know lists make me happy."
He didn't actually expect that to work, but Eames says, "Hands off my cock, hands off my ass. Otherwise I'm fine."
Eames is very carefully not fidgeting, nor looking away. Arthur sympathizes. "So, like the last couple of weeks," he says, carefully.
Something blazes in Eames' eyes. He takes Arthur's hand in his, not forceful, but in a way that suggests force is entirely possible. "Not like that, no."
Arthur straightens as much as he can when Eames still has hold of his hand. "I'm listening."
Eames leans closer still, so that Arthur can feel his breath on his face as he speaks. "I don't want to have to think before I touch you," Eames says, softly. "I don't want to make diplomatic calculations every time I get near you. You are mine, and I'm allowed." He lets out a shaky breath and lets go of Arthur's hand. "That is," he adds, with a hint of bitter amusement, "if I'm not entirely wrong about this arrangement."
Arthur snatches Eames' hand back without entirely thinking about it. "You're not fucking wrong," he says. Then he blinks and rewinds through what Eames has just said. "Although if it means I have to cede my right to personal space..."
Eames rolls his eyes, and Arthur is relieved when he laughs at him, honest and a bit rueful. "Perhaps I could have put that better."
"Perhaps," Arthur allows, and Eames raises Arthur's hands to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles. The look Eames levels at Arthur then is so - affectionate, Arthur thinks, although there might be a better word hovering in the corner of his mind – that Arthur doesn't think before he blurts, "I think you're the best boyfriend ever."
Eames flicks his ear. "Drink your disgusting coffee, already," he says, and Arthur smiles until he thinks his face might split.
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I SWEAR I WOULD READ TEN OF THIS EPILOGUE. AT LEAST. omg.
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::blushes::
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.... i am a terrible person to have as a reader.
Not sure this even makes sense w/o context.
"Right," Eames says grimly, conjuring a weapon, but his attention is derailed by the fact that Arthur darts, lightning-quick, and plants a kiss on Cobb.
Eames doesn't even have the time to say, "Really?" before the scenery... rises.
The polished marble floor turns into quicksand in patches, swallowing projections down. Perfectly innocent pieces of furniture suddenly develop tentacles (honestly, Arthur, tentacles?) and grab knife-bearing limbs.
After a few minutes, the lobby is empty but for the four of them.
"Holy crap," Ariadne says in a small voice. "I thought it was a joke."
"No joke," Arthur says, already distracted. "I have to be the dreamer and it doesn't work with everyone, but, as you see," he gestures at the empty hallway, "it's pretty effective when it does."
Eames glances at Ariadne, makes a quick calculation – right, during the inception job Arthur wouldn't have known about her girlfriend. Strange that it worked with Cobb, though.
Although, perhaps, not so strange as Eames would have liked to think, considering the way Mal's shade used to smile when she shot Arthur somewhere painful. Because Cobb was good at buildings but not so good with people, and Eames could spot the flaws in his projection of Mal, the way her expressions sometimes turned uncanny-valley wrong when his subconscious was trying for something he couldn't make from memory.
"Darling," Eames says under his breath, to himself as much as to Arthur, "If I should ever ask you about your past relationship with the Cobbs, remind me that I don't want to actually know."
Arthur, if he hears, ignores him utterly. Eames sighs and checks his weapon. They're here for a job, after all.
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/glomps epilogue to death
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♥
most lovely epilogue i've read in a long while. thank you so much.
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All the hearts in the universe, seriously. Thank you for writing this.
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Thank you for helping convince me write this!
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God, I just want to quote this whole thing back to you circled with sparkly hearts and rainbows. I just keep coming back to how much they love each other, how deeply that love runs in them and how they are just overcome by it in the best possible way. (I may be completely overcome by this love as well, just so you know.) They way you write them I can honestly hear Arthur saying things like:
"I don't deserve you"
Upon receiving morning handjobs and:
"I think you're the best boyfriend ever."
Because of how over-the-moon-in-love Eames is looking at him. And Eames would absolutely say:
"I'm yours, darling. Do with me as you will."
Because it's true!
There's an element of trust between them that just makes my heart clench in joy, despite all the shit they've gone through, they know that the other is solid and behind them all the way. Also, Arthur getting Eames to open up about what he wants because Eames knows how lists make him happy? YES PLEASE, I WANT THEM TO BE LIKE THIS FOREVER! *&hearts times infinity!*