Fic: Later
Title: Later
Author:loceheri
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Overwhelmed
Word count: 419
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Sequel to Trust Falls, found here: ae-match.livejournal.com/15008.html since I can't seem to just link it to the words.
Eames was still feeling overwhelmed when Arthur slid the sunglasses carefully off his face. His fingers moved again to Eames' temples, knowing his eyes ached because they hadn't been used in months. The head rubs had happened several times in the past few hours.
"So it was just an object lesson, what happened with those men. That's why you came for me," Eames said, to distract himself from the emotions and thoughts racing through him. It didn't matter that Arthur had kindly turned a blind eye to the three times he's lost it already during the short plane ride and shorter trip to a safehouse. He concentrated on how cool the sheets were beneath him.
"That," Yusef agreed from the doorway, "and your Mum called him because she hadn't heard from you."
"I'd been looking for a month by the time she found my number," Arthur objected, his fingers never stopping the circles they were rubbing, still trying to ease him as much as possible. His voice lowered suddenly. "Sorry, this probably isn't the time. How are you feeling?"
"Like it's all too much," Eames admitted.
"You're safe now. You're going to be okay." This last was more an order than a reassurance. Eames found a weak smile. Some things never changed.
"I'm going to go. Let me know if there's anything else you need," Yusef said. "Don't forget to call your Mum."
"Later, I'll talk to her later" Eames said as he heard Yusef's footsteps retreating. Arthur brought him tea. Eames smiled faintly and did his best not to let his hands shake as he brought it to his mouth for a sip.
"I'll call her. You rest now," Arthur said.
"Arthur, when I'm feeling better, you and I are going to talk about how long you've been in love with me."
For a moment, Arthur froze, hand in his pocket to pull out his phone for the promised call. Even as his heart suddenly began racing, he wondered, for the first time, why Mrs. Eames had called him, not Dom or Yusef, not any of Eames' other contacts. How had she known Arthur would find him? Had Eames told her about him? What did that mean? He opened his mouth, to ask, or deny, or maybe agree.
But Eames was already waving him away. "Later. I'm not up to it now. After my tea and a nap."
Eames was already partially asleep, so Arthur took the tea back and pulled the comforter over him. He smiled. "Later."
Author:loceheri
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Overwhelmed
Word count: 419
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Sequel to Trust Falls, found here: ae-match.livejournal.com/15008.html since I can't seem to just link it to the words.
Eames was still feeling overwhelmed when Arthur slid the sunglasses carefully off his face. His fingers moved again to Eames' temples, knowing his eyes ached because they hadn't been used in months. The head rubs had happened several times in the past few hours.
"So it was just an object lesson, what happened with those men. That's why you came for me," Eames said, to distract himself from the emotions and thoughts racing through him. It didn't matter that Arthur had kindly turned a blind eye to the three times he's lost it already during the short plane ride and shorter trip to a safehouse. He concentrated on how cool the sheets were beneath him.
"That," Yusef agreed from the doorway, "and your Mum called him because she hadn't heard from you."
"I'd been looking for a month by the time she found my number," Arthur objected, his fingers never stopping the circles they were rubbing, still trying to ease him as much as possible. His voice lowered suddenly. "Sorry, this probably isn't the time. How are you feeling?"
"Like it's all too much," Eames admitted.
"You're safe now. You're going to be okay." This last was more an order than a reassurance. Eames found a weak smile. Some things never changed.
"I'm going to go. Let me know if there's anything else you need," Yusef said. "Don't forget to call your Mum."
"Later, I'll talk to her later" Eames said as he heard Yusef's footsteps retreating. Arthur brought him tea. Eames smiled faintly and did his best not to let his hands shake as he brought it to his mouth for a sip.
"I'll call her. You rest now," Arthur said.
"Arthur, when I'm feeling better, you and I are going to talk about how long you've been in love with me."
For a moment, Arthur froze, hand in his pocket to pull out his phone for the promised call. Even as his heart suddenly began racing, he wondered, for the first time, why Mrs. Eames had called him, not Dom or Yusef, not any of Eames' other contacts. How had she known Arthur would find him? Had Eames told her about him? What did that mean? He opened his mouth, to ask, or deny, or maybe agree.
But Eames was already waving him away. "Later. I'm not up to it now. After my tea and a nap."
Eames was already partially asleep, so Arthur took the tea back and pulled the comforter over him. He smiled. "Later."