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Title: 50) If Arthur says he wants lunch he does not mean you should lie naked on the table covered in sushi.
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Hunger
Word count: 530
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Shocking standards of food hygiene, Saito making it clear that there’s no such thing as a free lunch.
A/N: You can find the whole list here.
50) If Arthur says he wants lunch he does not mean you should lie naked on the table covered in sushi.
It was, Eames considered, not one of his most successful ploys.
Ariadne, for example, seemed to find the whole thing bafflingly amusing judging from the look on her face.
‘So, let me get this straight,’ she said. ‘You’ve covered your naked body in sushi because you thought Arthur should eat more?’
‘It worked,’ Eames said, defensive, and really, he did not care for her tone at all. Arthur was overworking himself again, and he looked tired and thin, and Eames knew for a fact he hadn’t left his desk for lunch once this week. If Arthur wasn’t going to take proper care of himself then clearly it was up to Eames to pick up the slack, and if interfering busybodies didn’t like that, well, it was their tough luck.
‘Yeah,’ Ariadne said, poking at something prawney laid out in a fetching pattern on Eames’s thigh. ‘Only ‘cos he laughed himself into hysterics and decided to go out for a burger.’
Eames sniffed. He’d already noticed the limitations of his plan, and didn’t feel like having them pointed out to him. Again.
‘So why aren’t you getting up?’ Ariadne asked, and Eames glowered at her.
‘I will, just as soon as you leave the room,’ he said.
‘Oh, no, Mr Eames.’ Saito’s voice came as an unwelcome shock. ‘You will stay on the table and hold still. I had my sushi chef make this specially, and it should not be wasted.’
Eames’s heart sank. This didn’t bode well. Saito seldom did, and Eames made a mental note to remember that before he asked their one-time client to help him again.
In the end it was slightly worse than he had imagined.
Eames had faced many horrible things in his day but Saito and Cobb sitting down to what appeared to be Saito’s idea of a romantic lunch definitely made the top five.
Ariadne didn’t help matters either. Her angelic countenance belied the heart of a minx, and she perched on the table, chatting to Cobb and Saito while picking choice bits of sushi seemingly at random from Eames’s prone form.
The status of the day on Eames’s list of horrible events (TM) got rapidly upgraded when Yusuf’s cat jumped on the table and started to make short work of the tuna sashimi that was protecting his modesty, and in the subsequent struggle to escape wasabi ended up where no wasabi was ever meant to be.
By the time he’d got out of the shower Arthur was back, sitting on the balcony and munching some cholesterol laden, onion scented monstrosity. Eames stalked past him to his desk in high dudgeon, ignoring Saito’s knowing smirk and Yusuf’s complaints about the state of his cat’s fur.
The cup of perfectly brewed tea waiting for Eames by his files did something to restore his equanimity, but it was the pack of Tunnock’s Tea Cakes (a secret weakness that he hadn’t realised anyone knew about) that made him smile. Arthur might not appreciate sushi, but apparently he appreciated Eames, and that was enough for now.
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Hunger
Word count: 530
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Shocking standards of food hygiene, Saito making it clear that there’s no such thing as a free lunch.
A/N: You can find the whole list here.
50) If Arthur says he wants lunch he does not mean you should lie naked on the table covered in sushi.
It was, Eames considered, not one of his most successful ploys.
Ariadne, for example, seemed to find the whole thing bafflingly amusing judging from the look on her face.
‘So, let me get this straight,’ she said. ‘You’ve covered your naked body in sushi because you thought Arthur should eat more?’
‘It worked,’ Eames said, defensive, and really, he did not care for her tone at all. Arthur was overworking himself again, and he looked tired and thin, and Eames knew for a fact he hadn’t left his desk for lunch once this week. If Arthur wasn’t going to take proper care of himself then clearly it was up to Eames to pick up the slack, and if interfering busybodies didn’t like that, well, it was their tough luck.
‘Yeah,’ Ariadne said, poking at something prawney laid out in a fetching pattern on Eames’s thigh. ‘Only ‘cos he laughed himself into hysterics and decided to go out for a burger.’
Eames sniffed. He’d already noticed the limitations of his plan, and didn’t feel like having them pointed out to him. Again.
‘So why aren’t you getting up?’ Ariadne asked, and Eames glowered at her.
‘I will, just as soon as you leave the room,’ he said.
‘Oh, no, Mr Eames.’ Saito’s voice came as an unwelcome shock. ‘You will stay on the table and hold still. I had my sushi chef make this specially, and it should not be wasted.’
Eames’s heart sank. This didn’t bode well. Saito seldom did, and Eames made a mental note to remember that before he asked their one-time client to help him again.
In the end it was slightly worse than he had imagined.
Eames had faced many horrible things in his day but Saito and Cobb sitting down to what appeared to be Saito’s idea of a romantic lunch definitely made the top five.
Ariadne didn’t help matters either. Her angelic countenance belied the heart of a minx, and she perched on the table, chatting to Cobb and Saito while picking choice bits of sushi seemingly at random from Eames’s prone form.
The status of the day on Eames’s list of horrible events (TM) got rapidly upgraded when Yusuf’s cat jumped on the table and started to make short work of the tuna sashimi that was protecting his modesty, and in the subsequent struggle to escape wasabi ended up where no wasabi was ever meant to be.
By the time he’d got out of the shower Arthur was back, sitting on the balcony and munching some cholesterol laden, onion scented monstrosity. Eames stalked past him to his desk in high dudgeon, ignoring Saito’s knowing smirk and Yusuf’s complaints about the state of his cat’s fur.
The cup of perfectly brewed tea waiting for Eames by his files did something to restore his equanimity, but it was the pack of Tunnock’s Tea Cakes (a secret weakness that he hadn’t realised anyone knew about) that made him smile. Arthur might not appreciate sushi, but apparently he appreciated Eames, and that was enough for now.