Imagine the Beauty 5/50
Title: Imagine the Beauty
Prompt: #09 Hate
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Arthur/Eames (Inception)
Rating: General
Summary: "The spotlight's on us, dear."
Warnings: Dreses, transgendered, dancing
Dedication: barefootdoll who is...quite unfortunately, trying to get me to use a journal.
Disclaimer: Inception merely incepted itself into me. I don't own it.
Author Notes: This is somewhat but not really a basis of a side story for my inception big bang that I'm conveniently avoiding. FTM Arthur is love.
“I’m not wearing a dress, Eames.”
“Come on, love. In the spirit of it all, you know you want to.”
Arthur stared at Eames for just a moment before he went back to frying up the eggs that he had promised his boyfriend he would make. The only dish that he could successfully prepare had to be cooked three times because Eames wouldn’t stop talking to him about that damn dress. “I worked for twenty years to get out of having to wear dresses, Eames. I’m not going back to that.”
“Oh come on, Arthur,” Eames said quietly as he got up from where he was sitting, coming over to Arthur and wrapping his arms around the man’s waist. “Don’t you find it just a little bit appropriate to wear a dress on the anniversary of the day you got your breasts cut off?”
“No, I do not,” Arthur replied as he fished the eggs out of the pan with his spatula, staring at them for just a moment before tossing them in the trash and reaching for yet another try.
“Hey, those ones looked good!” Eames protested before releasing a sigh. “Arthur, really, it’s not a big deal. If you don’t want to wear the dress, don’t wear the dress, but I thought you’d look beautiful in it. I mean, just imagine it. One night, you and I on a dance floor. You’re wearing the dress, I’ve got on that suit you bought me for my birthday last year, and we’re just swaying across the floor to something gorgeous like the instrumental version of Unexpected Song. You know, that one that I downloaded the other day.”
“The one that you haven’t stopped playing?” Arthur responded as he cracked an egg into the frying pan. “It sounds rather dream-like, Eames, but still, I don’t want to wear a dress. I don’t want to be a girl, not even in the slightest. I just want to-“
“Hang on,” Eames interrupted before he kissed Arthur’s neck, letting his lips linger there for just a moment before he pulled back. “You didn’t let me finish, pet.” Arthur rolled his eyes before he leaned back into Eames’ arms and waited for the man to continue. “The spotlight’s on us, dear. I’m leading you around the room and you just look absolutely stunning. There’s a flower pinned in your hair, same color as the dress, and you’ve got on the gloves and everything.”
Eames paused for a moment, pulling back from Arthur before he took the man’s hands, pulling him away from the eggs and gently taking his hands. “I know you hate it, Arthur, but listen to me. I’ve got this amazing image of you and I at the party tonight, and I know you hate it, but it’ll be magical. It’ll be better than our dreams, Arthur. Better.” He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Arthur’s forehead before he pulled back and smiled. “Please just think about it, dear.”
Arthur looked at Eames for a moment before he sighed. “I don’t understand why you guys are having this stupid party for me anyway,” he said quietly before pulling back from Eames. “I’ll wear the dress if you let me finish cooking you breakfast.” He turned around before he could see the grin on Eames’ face, knowing that the whole room brightened from it just being there. Instead, he focused on the eggs, knowing that this would most likely be another batch that he had to throw away, thanks to Eames.
But then there it was. The lightest of touches to the back of Arthur’s neck; a gentle press of lips and two whispered words.
“Thank you.”
Prompt: #09 Hate
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Arthur/Eames (Inception)
Rating: General
Summary: "The spotlight's on us, dear."
Warnings: Dreses, transgendered, dancing
Dedication: barefootdoll who is...quite unfortunately, trying to get me to use a journal.
Disclaimer: Inception merely incepted itself into me. I don't own it.
Author Notes: This is somewhat but not really a basis of a side story for my inception big bang that I'm conveniently avoiding. FTM Arthur is love.
“I’m not wearing a dress, Eames.”
“Come on, love. In the spirit of it all, you know you want to.”
Arthur stared at Eames for just a moment before he went back to frying up the eggs that he had promised his boyfriend he would make. The only dish that he could successfully prepare had to be cooked three times because Eames wouldn’t stop talking to him about that damn dress. “I worked for twenty years to get out of having to wear dresses, Eames. I’m not going back to that.”
“Oh come on, Arthur,” Eames said quietly as he got up from where he was sitting, coming over to Arthur and wrapping his arms around the man’s waist. “Don’t you find it just a little bit appropriate to wear a dress on the anniversary of the day you got your breasts cut off?”
“No, I do not,” Arthur replied as he fished the eggs out of the pan with his spatula, staring at them for just a moment before tossing them in the trash and reaching for yet another try.
“Hey, those ones looked good!” Eames protested before releasing a sigh. “Arthur, really, it’s not a big deal. If you don’t want to wear the dress, don’t wear the dress, but I thought you’d look beautiful in it. I mean, just imagine it. One night, you and I on a dance floor. You’re wearing the dress, I’ve got on that suit you bought me for my birthday last year, and we’re just swaying across the floor to something gorgeous like the instrumental version of Unexpected Song. You know, that one that I downloaded the other day.”
“The one that you haven’t stopped playing?” Arthur responded as he cracked an egg into the frying pan. “It sounds rather dream-like, Eames, but still, I don’t want to wear a dress. I don’t want to be a girl, not even in the slightest. I just want to-“
“Hang on,” Eames interrupted before he kissed Arthur’s neck, letting his lips linger there for just a moment before he pulled back. “You didn’t let me finish, pet.” Arthur rolled his eyes before he leaned back into Eames’ arms and waited for the man to continue. “The spotlight’s on us, dear. I’m leading you around the room and you just look absolutely stunning. There’s a flower pinned in your hair, same color as the dress, and you’ve got on the gloves and everything.”
Eames paused for a moment, pulling back from Arthur before he took the man’s hands, pulling him away from the eggs and gently taking his hands. “I know you hate it, Arthur, but listen to me. I’ve got this amazing image of you and I at the party tonight, and I know you hate it, but it’ll be magical. It’ll be better than our dreams, Arthur. Better.” He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Arthur’s forehead before he pulled back and smiled. “Please just think about it, dear.”
Arthur looked at Eames for a moment before he sighed. “I don’t understand why you guys are having this stupid party for me anyway,” he said quietly before pulling back from Eames. “I’ll wear the dress if you let me finish cooking you breakfast.” He turned around before he could see the grin on Eames’ face, knowing that the whole room brightened from it just being there. Instead, he focused on the eggs, knowing that this would most likely be another batch that he had to throw away, thanks to Eames.
But then there it was. The lightest of touches to the back of Arthur’s neck; a gentle press of lips and two whispered words.
“Thank you.”