Fic: Jaunty tune
Jaunty tune
Written for Inception Bingo.
The prompt: first time/last time.
Wordcount: 530
"…which is why the carburetor-"
"Did you know that Arthur, when he was eleven, confused the word 'carburetor' with 'carbonation'?" Eames says, chuckling to himself at the thought of an adorable young boy solemnly discussing the carburetor in his fizzy drinks. "Completely baffled his mum for months before she caught on."
Across the room, Sklar groans and drops her head onto the desk while Juliette holds up a hand.
"Eames," Juliette says. "Stop. No more."
Eames glances back and forth between the two women. "No more…?"
"Look, I'm glad you're finally getting laid because god knows you needed it," Juliette says and Eames frowns, slightly, at that. "But I cannot listen to yet another Arthur story. I've officially reached my limit."
"We both have," Sklar intones, not lifting her head from her desk.
"I'm afraid I don't quite follow," Eames says. "I don't see what Arthur has to do with anything."
"That's the problem," Juliette says. "He doesn't have anything to do with anything. Yet you keep bringing him up. I mean, we were talking about car parts and you still managed to find a way to incorporate Arthur's bizarre childhood memories into the discussion."
"I wouldn't call them bizarre-"
Sklar interrupts, "Thanks to you, I now know more about Arthur's dear old grandfather than I do about my own."
"Don't forget his aunts. His second cousins," Juliette adds. "What it's like to grow up in Omaha, Nebraska, a place and thing I have never once felt an inkling of curiosity about."
"Surely you're exaggerating," Eames says, trying to mentally rewind his conversations in the past few days.
It's only natural that Arthur's name should come up once or twice in the course of the job, seeing as Arthur helped Eames develop the concept for the maze. And he might have shared a few amusing anecdotes that were especially relevant in order to lighten the mood-nothing wrong with that, is there? He may have mentioned, once or twice, Arthur's particular theories about time dilation as related to Somnacin concentration, which is only logical when planning a dreamshare job. That's hardly what one could call excessive. Is it?
Eames' mobile buzzes. The photo he'd taken of Arthur grinning while holding the tiny fish he'd caught on their last fishing trip together lights up the screen. Eames can't help but smile when he sees the text: Italian or greek for dinner 2nite?
Greek, Eames texts back, accompanied by a truly absurd number of food-related emojis, and then some hearts for good measure.
Arthur responds with a heart and several saucier images. When Eames looks up from his phone, Sklar and Juliette are staring at him, unimpressed.
"Bloody hell," Eames says as the realization sinks in that the reason his jaw has been aching the past few days isn't because Arthur's so spectacularly endowed (respectable, not porn star huge), but because Eames has been wandering about beaming like a lunatic. His face literally aches from smiling. His voice isn't hoarse from deepthroating, but from humming jaunty tunes and telling inane anecdotes about Arthur.
Eames has become everything he's ever passionately loathed in a human being and he couldn't be happier.
fin
ForeplayHurt/comfort Reincarnation Beloved enemies Bedsharing
Erotic torture Regency AUMultiple orgasmsFirst time/last timeSex under the influence
Animal transformation Magical AU Medical fetishisationIntoxication and altered states Time travel
Exposure PiningConfessions Anti-heroesDiscomfort during sex
Exhibitionism Cybersex Deathfic GenderbendHeroic gestures
Written for Inception Bingo.
The prompt: first time/last time.
Wordcount: 530
"…which is why the carburetor-"
"Did you know that Arthur, when he was eleven, confused the word 'carburetor' with 'carbonation'?" Eames says, chuckling to himself at the thought of an adorable young boy solemnly discussing the carburetor in his fizzy drinks. "Completely baffled his mum for months before she caught on."
Across the room, Sklar groans and drops her head onto the desk while Juliette holds up a hand.
"Eames," Juliette says. "Stop. No more."
Eames glances back and forth between the two women. "No more…?"
"Look, I'm glad you're finally getting laid because god knows you needed it," Juliette says and Eames frowns, slightly, at that. "But I cannot listen to yet another Arthur story. I've officially reached my limit."
"We both have," Sklar intones, not lifting her head from her desk.
"I'm afraid I don't quite follow," Eames says. "I don't see what Arthur has to do with anything."
"That's the problem," Juliette says. "He doesn't have anything to do with anything. Yet you keep bringing him up. I mean, we were talking about car parts and you still managed to find a way to incorporate Arthur's bizarre childhood memories into the discussion."
"I wouldn't call them bizarre-"
Sklar interrupts, "Thanks to you, I now know more about Arthur's dear old grandfather than I do about my own."
"Don't forget his aunts. His second cousins," Juliette adds. "What it's like to grow up in Omaha, Nebraska, a place and thing I have never once felt an inkling of curiosity about."
"Surely you're exaggerating," Eames says, trying to mentally rewind his conversations in the past few days.
It's only natural that Arthur's name should come up once or twice in the course of the job, seeing as Arthur helped Eames develop the concept for the maze. And he might have shared a few amusing anecdotes that were especially relevant in order to lighten the mood-nothing wrong with that, is there? He may have mentioned, once or twice, Arthur's particular theories about time dilation as related to Somnacin concentration, which is only logical when planning a dreamshare job. That's hardly what one could call excessive. Is it?
Eames' mobile buzzes. The photo he'd taken of Arthur grinning while holding the tiny fish he'd caught on their last fishing trip together lights up the screen. Eames can't help but smile when he sees the text: Italian or greek for dinner 2nite?
Greek, Eames texts back, accompanied by a truly absurd number of food-related emojis, and then some hearts for good measure.
Arthur responds with a heart and several saucier images. When Eames looks up from his phone, Sklar and Juliette are staring at him, unimpressed.
"Bloody hell," Eames says as the realization sinks in that the reason his jaw has been aching the past few days isn't because Arthur's so spectacularly endowed (respectable, not porn star huge), but because Eames has been wandering about beaming like a lunatic. His face literally aches from smiling. His voice isn't hoarse from deepthroating, but from humming jaunty tunes and telling inane anecdotes about Arthur.
Eames has become everything he's ever passionately loathed in a human being and he couldn't be happier.
fin
ForeplayHurt/comfort Reincarnation Beloved enemies Bedsharing
Erotic torture Regency AUMultiple orgasmsFirst time/last timeSex under the influence
Animal transformation Magical AU Medical fetishisationIntoxication and altered states Time travel
Exposure PiningConfessions Anti-heroesDiscomfort during sex
Exhibitionism Cybersex Deathfic GenderbendHeroic gestures