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[specifythepoint]

[He scowls, he really does.]

Are you saying you can't read me, Eames?

[plagiary]

Since you go out of your way to make yourself impossible, Arthur?

[ He's less angry now, more defeated. ] I thought I might, once upon a time.

[specifythepoint]

You-

[Okay, he's going to try this again. He goes very quiet.]

If I made it easy, you would consume me.

[GOD EAMES HE IS TRUSTING YOU NOT TO BE A CHILD ABOUT HIS WORDING]

[plagiary]

[ Quietly. ]

If that's what you think then you don't know me at all.

[specifythepoint]

I don't think you would do it intentionally.

[He gives him that much credit.]

I would drown in your personality.

[plagiary]

Isn't that the point?

[ He throws his hands up, a strange kind of panic lighting up his face. ] Arthur, I don't profess to be the guru of romance but I'm fairly certain that being with someone means being with someone, wanting to know every inch of them, to understand them.

[ His gaze goes soft and a little sad. ] You're not Mal. I'm not Cobb. I wouldn't let you burn up, no matter how dangerous you think it is. I don't want to hurt you. I've never wanted that.

[specifythepoint]

[He's quiet for a minute, and then he crosses the space between them, and kisses Eames again.

It's much better in real life.]

[plagiary]

[ He blooms to life underneath Arthur's touch, his hands settling against his waist where his fingers can fist in his shirt. It's been a long time coming and Eames kisses him like he's been storing each one he would give up. It's intense and it's passionate but there's a gentleness there underneath. Arthur had told him he's afraid to be with him and so Eames is cautious, licking in to his mouth with a careful kind of admiration.

He doesn't move away, he can't. But when they break apart to breathe Eames looks dazed. ] All right?

[specifythepoint]

[He kisses like a bruise, tender; but he's clearly getting into it, his hands going to the width of Eames' shoulders, twice Arthur's own.]

Yes.

[Yes. All right. They communicate so well with so little.]

[plagiary]

[ His palm moves from his waist to cup his face, Eames' calloused fingertips still doing their best to be as gentle as possible. He still has a hunger in his eyes, a bend of desire to his mouth, but he's cautious of what Arthur said before.

He has to prove that he's better than that. ] Good.

[specifythepoint]

Don't kick me again.

[He says it, and kisses Eames again, carefully, and then harder, hungrier.]

[plagiary]

[ He should have known Arthur would be passionate underneath his expertly pressed suits and glinting watches. But it still takes him by surprise when the hunger is introduced, Eames making a soft noise as he pulls him back in by his hips.

He bites Arthur's lower lip with a flash of his eyes and then a smirk, fingertips gently tracing circles against his shirt. ] I'll do my best.