because the answer to "do you need a hug" is ALWAYS yes
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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Ariadne sets it beside her on her desk and takes it to every meeting. Kenya the Ninja helps her plan labyrinths and design dual-folding cityscapes, and she tells a beaming Eames that he's helped her double her workplace productivity.
"Plus," she adds, "unlike Arthur he doesn't nitpick."
Eames beams even more widely at that, while Arthur scowls.
Eames looks over at him. Then he says, "Ariadne, I have a theory," and takes Kenya the Ninja off her desk.
He cuddles it, then holds it speculatively up to his ear and listens to whatever Kenya the Ninja has to say. Arthur's scowl sharpens.
"Really?" says Eames to the bear. "You know, I was just thinking the same thing." He gives it a good, long hug, crushing the plush fur against his ridiculously massive chest. Ariadne takes the opportunity to appreciate the muscles in his forearms. Arthur takes the opportunity to glare in open disgust.
"Mmmm," says Eames, stroking the top of the bear's head. It kinda sounds pornographic.
Arthur rolls his eyes before turning away and muttering about needing to go and Google things before he vomits.
Eames hands the bear back. Ariadne obligingly takes him and pats him on the head. "Arthur, are you jealous?" Eames asks.
"What?" says Arthur, who's rolled his fancy ergonomic chair back over to his own work space and is now refusing to look up.
"I think you are," says Eames delightedly. "I think you're jealous of Kenya the Ninja."
"I think you'd look good in a straitjacket, but we can't all have our whims humored," says Arthur.
"Darling," says Eames, rolling over to Arthur's side, and then his voice shifts lower. "You know I'd humor any whim you dreamed up."
Arthur's hands still, one on his keyboard and one on his mouse. He doesn't look up, but for a moment Ariadne can read him plainer than if he'd just googled 'How to keep from losing your heart to hunky British tossers.'
"And you know," Eames says, leaning in, "I'll be more than happy to coddle you however you want."
And then Eames snakes his arms around Arthur's waist, tugs him close, and nuzzles his neck, and Arthur snaps rigid in his arms for all of half a moment before he relaxes and sinks into the hug, lifting his chin to give Eames a better angle to mouth kisses over his jawline, and Ariadne thinks, 'wow, um, wow,' and scrambles up and darts into the restroom to give them a private moment. She waits there, feeling awkward and more than a little discombobulated, until the faint sounds of rustling fabric and occasional hitched breaths have stopped and she gathers it's probably safe to go out.
When she comes back, Eames is still tucked up against Arthur, one broad hand splayed loosely on his thigh, head resting against Arthur's shoulder while they talk. Arthur is gesturing at the computer monitor, and but for the way his right hand is carding through Eames' hair while he talks, there's no difference in his demeanor whatsoever.
And then Ariadne realizes:
Kenya the Ninja is sitting on Arthur's other thigh, being thoroughly and lasciviously cuddled.
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THE BANTER! AND THE CUDDLES! AND THEIR WHIIIIIIMS!
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*incoherent flail*
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and
KENYA THE NINJA BEAR
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Lucky Kenya.
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MY BRAIN JUST SHUT OFF AND OMG AND I NEED TO GO CUDDLE SOMEONE NOW!
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