If I ever disappear, this fic is why
Title: 80) No, you may not bring Vladimir Putin on a job. I don't care how much he wants to come
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Bias
Word count: 430 ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions Vladimir Putin. My husband warned me against this.
A/N: You can find the whole list here.
80) No, you may not bring Vladimir Putin on a job. I don't care how much he wants to come.
The thing about Eames, Arthur thought, was his sense of humour. It wasn’t that Arthur didn’t appreciate it - he really did, but he would always push a joke too far. Take now for an example: he was slouched in his chair, feet up on the table, and looking far better than anyone in a shirt like that out to. He was also on his mobile.
‘Yeah. I’m sorry too.’ He paused to listen, pursing his lips. ‘No. I really don’t think I can talk Dom round - he seemed pretty adamant at the meeting. Thought you’d pose too high a risk or something.’
Arthur snorted. Like anyone would believe that Eames was on the phone to the Russian prime minister. The noise attracted Eames’s attention and he sat up, eyes fixed on Arthur.
‘Oh, I totally agree. Look, Vlad, I need to go. I’ll be in Moscow next month, want to catch up? We could spar a bit, grab some vodka...’ He listened to a response Arthur couldn’t hear. ‘Yeah. The tiger thing was fun. We could do that again. Actually, there’s someone I want you to meet.’ He laughed at whatever was said. ‘Uh-hu. Him. Yes - I know I mentioned him before, well now you’ll get the chance to see if I was exaggerating.’ He paused again, eyes still on Arthur. ‘You make your point, Mr Putin, yes. Do svidaniya.’ He disconnected the call.
‘Really, Eames?’ Arthur knew he sounded dismissive - but this had been going on all week, since Eames had suggested to Cobb that Vladimir Putin join them on a job. ‘You’re not ready to give up yet? There is no way that you were talking to Vladimir Putin on the phone just now.’
‘Oh I don’t know, Arthur.’ Eames swung himself out of his chair and moved, cat-like in his grace, to stand behind Arthur. His breath stirred the hairs on the back of Arthur’s neck, and Arthur, used to being impassive, was having to fight to control his reactions. ‘Come with me to Russia. Find out if it’s true.’
He pressed his cheek against Arthur’s for a second before straightening up and heading off to the kitchen.
Arthur was left, breathless, tempted and unsure what was true right now.
The thing about Eames was he always pushed a joke too far - it was time Arthur thought, to call him on it. And if he was telling the truth? Well… Moscow was a very romantic city after all.
Authors: immoral-crow and unvarnishedtale
Team: ROMANCE
Prompt: Bias
Word count: 430 ish
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions Vladimir Putin. My husband warned me against this.
A/N: You can find the whole list here.
80) No, you may not bring Vladimir Putin on a job. I don't care how much he wants to come.
The thing about Eames, Arthur thought, was his sense of humour. It wasn’t that Arthur didn’t appreciate it - he really did, but he would always push a joke too far. Take now for an example: he was slouched in his chair, feet up on the table, and looking far better than anyone in a shirt like that out to. He was also on his mobile.
‘Yeah. I’m sorry too.’ He paused to listen, pursing his lips. ‘No. I really don’t think I can talk Dom round - he seemed pretty adamant at the meeting. Thought you’d pose too high a risk or something.’
Arthur snorted. Like anyone would believe that Eames was on the phone to the Russian prime minister. The noise attracted Eames’s attention and he sat up, eyes fixed on Arthur.
‘Oh, I totally agree. Look, Vlad, I need to go. I’ll be in Moscow next month, want to catch up? We could spar a bit, grab some vodka...’ He listened to a response Arthur couldn’t hear. ‘Yeah. The tiger thing was fun. We could do that again. Actually, there’s someone I want you to meet.’ He laughed at whatever was said. ‘Uh-hu. Him. Yes - I know I mentioned him before, well now you’ll get the chance to see if I was exaggerating.’ He paused again, eyes still on Arthur. ‘You make your point, Mr Putin, yes. Do svidaniya.’ He disconnected the call.
‘Really, Eames?’ Arthur knew he sounded dismissive - but this had been going on all week, since Eames had suggested to Cobb that Vladimir Putin join them on a job. ‘You’re not ready to give up yet? There is no way that you were talking to Vladimir Putin on the phone just now.’
‘Oh I don’t know, Arthur.’ Eames swung himself out of his chair and moved, cat-like in his grace, to stand behind Arthur. His breath stirred the hairs on the back of Arthur’s neck, and Arthur, used to being impassive, was having to fight to control his reactions. ‘Come with me to Russia. Find out if it’s true.’
He pressed his cheek against Arthur’s for a second before straightening up and heading off to the kitchen.
Arthur was left, breathless, tempted and unsure what was true right now.
The thing about Eames was he always pushed a joke too far - it was time Arthur thought, to call him on it. And if he was telling the truth? Well… Moscow was a very romantic city after all.