because the answer to "do you need a hug" is ALWAYS yes

[angelgazing]

There should be a snazzy intro here, but let's face it guys, the point would be this: CUDDLING. Every one needs cuddling. People love cuddling. I love cuddling. I think Arthur probably secretly loves cuddling. And you know Eames is a clingy bastard. Because cuddling is awesome! And everyone should get some cuddles. So, allow me to present:

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Re: Allowed [inception, Arthur/Eames, 8/?, nc-17]

[persephone_il]

"The sad thing is, I would have fucked him," Arthur says later. They're in their hotel room, and Arthur is leaning on Eames, feeling considerably better. Also considerably more drunk, which might have something to do with it. "When I was younger. He looks like he'll treat you right in the morning. Make you coffee, call the ambulance for you, that type."

"I dread to ask." Eames' voice rumbles in his chest. Arthur can feel the vibrations of it under his ears. "But are you talking from experience?"

"Not really," Arthur admits. "Close, though. Oh, fuck, there was my first girlfriend." He raises his voice to a terrible falsetto, mostly because it makes Eames laugh. "Pain can be part of a loving relationship, Arthur, you just have to find the right Domme. Don't you love me, Arthur?"

In a feminine voice much more convincing than anything Arthur might have accomplished, Eames says, "Can't you just let me take care of you?"

Arthur has to flop down on the couch, he's laughing so hard. He looks through his eyelashes at Eames and is suddenly seized by affection, so full of it he can't move. Because Eames gets this, Eames can joke about this, Eames let Arthur crawl next to him in their cab and didn't say anything about how Arthur couldn't stop shaking, just kissed Arthur's temple and put an arm around him.

Eames was safe.

"Hey," Arthur says. "Hey, come on." He gets up and gives Eames a hand up. Eames raises his eyebrows but follows without question.

Arthur shoves him down on the bed. Eames goes with an 'oof' sound, pliant when Arthur takes his shirt off.

"What is it, darling?" Eames asks.

"Shut up and get your back rubbed," Arthur says, rubbing his hands against each other to warm them.