Compromising positions with a chocolate topping
Title: 100 Things Eames Is No Longer Allowed To Do - 71 and 72
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Chocolate
Word count: 600 ish
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None really, though I am getting worried about Cobb’s mental health. You can find the whole list here.
71) Do not arrange sleeping colleagues in compromising positions.
It started out innocently enough. Arthur walked in on Ariadne and Cobb, hooked up to the PASIV and asleep in their respective chairs, with their hands linked on the small table between them. Eames, walking in from the kitchenette, gestured with a mug.
‘Romance, eh?’ He smiled at Arthur, sauntering over to place the mug down by him. ‘Must be contagious.’ He dragged one finger across the back of Arthur’s neck, and headed off, god knows where.
Arthur drank the coffee (black de-caff with too much sugar, just as he liked it) and got on with his work, assuming that they had fallen asleep like that, and was therefore surprised when the timer went off and Ariadne blushed crimson and ran from the room. Cobb shrugged at Arthur, confused, and nothing more was said of the matter.
The second time was much more obvious. There was no way at all that Cobb and Saito could have got into that position by accident, and say what you want about Cobb’s mental health history, you couldn’t deny his professionalism, and there was no way he would do that at work. Cobb glared at Eames (after he had used half the bottle of mouthwash, of course) but Eames had been under with them the whole time, so there wasn’t much he could say.
The third time, Cobb didn’t even give Eames the benefit of the doubt, just laid into him. Arthur could see Cobb’s red face and furious gestures through the window of the room Cobb had commandeered as an office.
He would admit that maybe Cobb had a point here - he, Ariadne and Saito had been arranged in a pose that could only have been called artistic if it was shot in black and white, or painted on canvas. Perhaps not even then. Arthur was fairly sure that there used to be strict laws about public decency back when oil paints were commonly used.
He’d had a great view of the trio from the couch he woke up on - wrapped, secure in Eames’s arms.
They’d watched the ensuing chaos in quiet amusement, Eames’s breath warm on the back of Arthur’s neck and his fingers petting Arthur’s hair. Arthur could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the beating of his heart, could almost feel the thrum of blood through his body.
‘Any better?’ Eames’s voice was a low rumble that vibrated in the spaces of Arthur’s body. He nodded, small and private, not asking how Eames had known that this job was getting to him, that he had been waking up with teeth gritted against the screams. ‘Good.’ Cobb was untangled now, pulling on pants and shirt, face flushed with rage. ‘Well, I’d better go take my medicine then.’ Eames got up, manhandling Arthur so he remained on the couch in a show of strength that Arthur thought he should mind a lot more than he actually did.
72) Do not cover sleeping colleagues in chocolate syrup.
‘Eames! My office. NOW.’
‘Yes, yes.’ Eames stood up from where he’d been kneeling to remove the cannula from Arthur’s arm. ‘I’m terribly sorry, pet, but you’re going to have to get cleaned up by yourself.’
Arthur ran his finger through the mess on his chest, smearing the swirls and loops of an intricate tribal type design. He considered his finger for a second before sucking it into his mouth. He hummed in approval - Eames had bought some quality chocolate sauce this time.
He heard Eames make a broken little noise, and looked up to make eye contact as he withdrew his finger from his lips.
‘NOW, EAMES.’
Eames shrugged and mouthed ‘Later’ and Arthur smiled sweetly even though, as he mused in the shower, he was enjoying this far too much to give in just yet.
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Chocolate
Word count: 600 ish
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None really, though I am getting worried about Cobb’s mental health. You can find the whole list here.
71) Do not arrange sleeping colleagues in compromising positions.
It started out innocently enough. Arthur walked in on Ariadne and Cobb, hooked up to the PASIV and asleep in their respective chairs, with their hands linked on the small table between them. Eames, walking in from the kitchenette, gestured with a mug.
‘Romance, eh?’ He smiled at Arthur, sauntering over to place the mug down by him. ‘Must be contagious.’ He dragged one finger across the back of Arthur’s neck, and headed off, god knows where.
Arthur drank the coffee (black de-caff with too much sugar, just as he liked it) and got on with his work, assuming that they had fallen asleep like that, and was therefore surprised when the timer went off and Ariadne blushed crimson and ran from the room. Cobb shrugged at Arthur, confused, and nothing more was said of the matter.
The second time was much more obvious. There was no way at all that Cobb and Saito could have got into that position by accident, and say what you want about Cobb’s mental health history, you couldn’t deny his professionalism, and there was no way he would do that at work. Cobb glared at Eames (after he had used half the bottle of mouthwash, of course) but Eames had been under with them the whole time, so there wasn’t much he could say.
The third time, Cobb didn’t even give Eames the benefit of the doubt, just laid into him. Arthur could see Cobb’s red face and furious gestures through the window of the room Cobb had commandeered as an office.
He would admit that maybe Cobb had a point here - he, Ariadne and Saito had been arranged in a pose that could only have been called artistic if it was shot in black and white, or painted on canvas. Perhaps not even then. Arthur was fairly sure that there used to be strict laws about public decency back when oil paints were commonly used.
He’d had a great view of the trio from the couch he woke up on - wrapped, secure in Eames’s arms.
They’d watched the ensuing chaos in quiet amusement, Eames’s breath warm on the back of Arthur’s neck and his fingers petting Arthur’s hair. Arthur could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the beating of his heart, could almost feel the thrum of blood through his body.
‘Any better?’ Eames’s voice was a low rumble that vibrated in the spaces of Arthur’s body. He nodded, small and private, not asking how Eames had known that this job was getting to him, that he had been waking up with teeth gritted against the screams. ‘Good.’ Cobb was untangled now, pulling on pants and shirt, face flushed with rage. ‘Well, I’d better go take my medicine then.’ Eames got up, manhandling Arthur so he remained on the couch in a show of strength that Arthur thought he should mind a lot more than he actually did.
72) Do not cover sleeping colleagues in chocolate syrup.
‘Eames! My office. NOW.’
‘Yes, yes.’ Eames stood up from where he’d been kneeling to remove the cannula from Arthur’s arm. ‘I’m terribly sorry, pet, but you’re going to have to get cleaned up by yourself.’
Arthur ran his finger through the mess on his chest, smearing the swirls and loops of an intricate tribal type design. He considered his finger for a second before sucking it into his mouth. He hummed in approval - Eames had bought some quality chocolate sauce this time.
He heard Eames make a broken little noise, and looked up to make eye contact as he withdrew his finger from his lips.
‘NOW, EAMES.’
Eames shrugged and mouthed ‘Later’ and Arthur smiled sweetly even though, as he mused in the shower, he was enjoying this far too much to give in just yet.