*confetti*

[anamuan]

have hit 30% of my yearly total as of 3/4/11.

errr, anyone want a drabble?

♦ Heero Yuy, Perfect Idol (parte deux)
♦ a snuggle with Arthur & Eames
♦ alternatively, arthur & eames snuggle
♦ chasing away those shots, Toma/Maki
♦ teabagging, Arthur/Eames.

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arthur & eames snuggle, v2 (in case you didn't like the other)

[anamuan]

The weather is, in a word, abysmal, and if Arthur and Eames weren't as fond of Ariadne as they were, she'd probably have been abandoned to make her own way from the airport and face the weather on her own. They were, however, depressingly fond of the young architect, though, and staying in their spare room to boot, so they're both awake earlier on a Saturday than Arthur would really prefer and arguing about whether or not the half-frozen slush dropping out of the sky is best fended off with raincoats or winter jackets when the house phone rings.

Ariadne's plane has been grounded, due to the weather. It's worse on the continent, apparently, with predictions of worse continuing throughout the day. They've rescheduled the flight for the next day, so Arthur promises that they'll come pick her up on Sunday instead--just call them if there are more changes.

This is how they end up on the couch on a cold, dreary Saturday morning, reading because they're too awake to go back to bed, and too lethargic to do much of anything else. Eames is reading something about the history of Spanish modernism, held far too close to his face as he stretches out over the whole couch, head pillowed in Arthur's lap. Arthur is sitting up at the end. The hand that's holding his book--a ridiculous spy thriller. He doesn't remember where he'd picked it up--is propped up on the arm of the couch; his other carding through Eames's hair.