it's that time again!

[anamuan]

Where I've hit a word-count percentage milestone so I offer you all drabbles to....bump up my wordcount some more? At any rate, tonight I hit 40% of my goal for the year, and tomorrow is April Fool's day. Neither of these things will probably have any impact on the drabble you get

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Arthur/Eames post-coital snuggling

[anamuan]

The thing that doesn't click right away is when Arthur, panting and spent and still covered in his own come, is that after his eyes have opened again, but before his voice is really up to anything else strenuous for the evening, the first thing Arthur does is start wriggling across the covers to Eames.

"What?" Eames says, because, what? when Arthur's head hits his shoulder and he starts nuzzling at him, a little, happy smile playing over his lips.

"What?" Arthur parrots back, voice scratchy from far too much screaming. "Oh, yeah, you're right. This is gross. Give me that washcloth?" Arthur flops an arm in the general direction of the hotel bathroom. It's the arm that's closest to Eames (and the bathroom), but once he's flopped it, he doesn't take it back. Instead he starts using his flopped hand to pet Eames, fingers wandering in aimless circles on Eames's stomach and side--whatever the angle's not too awkward to reach easily.

"You're going to have to let me up," Eames says at last, because he doesn't know what else to do. Arthur pulls this face, mouth turning down and his forehead wrinkling up in a way Eames absolutely does not secretly think is adorable because if he thinks it, Arthur will know and may revoke his newfound sex privileges. He does let him up, though, however clearly he doesn't want to actually do it, so Eames goes and gets him a wet washcloth and cleans them both up.

The instant Eames is back on the bed, Arthur rolls into him, pulling him down. He curls an arm around his chest and throws a leg up over Eames's hips and snuggles into him.

"Arthur," Eames says, gingerly wrapping an arm around Arthur's shoulders. Arthur sighs and practically melts.

"Shut up," he says. "We're snuggling." He ducks his face into the side of Eames's neck, brushing his lips over the skin in a little kiss. He inches impossibly closer against Eames's side and settles in like he's not planning on moving for a long, long time.