drabble me.
Because sorrynotsorry is an enabler, here is a post where you can post ideas and I will try to write drabbles for them, because I am stuck on prompts that I claimed weeks ago and need some kind of kick start. :|
ps - In fifteen days I will no longer be a homeless couch surfer! Yeeeaaah!
ps - In fifteen days I will no longer be a homeless couch surfer! Yeeeaaah!
“I’ve got matches in my pocket.”
Arthur only knew how to build a fire in the most academic sense, so when it crackles, keeping them warm when the sun finished setting, he felt absurdly prideful.
“My little Boy Scout!” Eames crowed when the dry tinder he’d set up under some branches had lit up, and they’d sat and watched it for a little while.
“Do you think Cobb & Ariadne are alright?”
Arthur shrugged. “Should be. I shot two of the guys, you got one, and there were only five. Easy.”
Eames leaned a little into him. “Well, I for one am sad we missed out on canoeing with Cobb. Also, I would have liked to teach Ariadne how to fish.”
And Arthur leaned back. He was cold in the chill of night. “I should have worn pants.”
Eames was wearing jeans, a white undershirt, and a worn leather jacket, and was a natural furnace to start with - but Arthur’s lithe body wasn’t very good at retaining heat.
“Cold?” Eames asked as he slowly draped an arm over Arthur’s shoulders. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a navy polo shirt - not particularly woodsman-like, but practical for a warm afternoon in a relatively clean campground.
“No,” Arthur lied. “Ticks.”
“I don’t want to think about that right now, and you’re shivering.”
“I’m not.”
“We’re getting in this sleeping bag now.”
Eames started to pull off his boots and Arthur almost said something about scorpions, but he’s not sure about the scorpion population in California, and then Eames removed his own sneakers.
Eames rolled out the bag and then pointed. “In you go.”
Arthur stopped shivering as soon as Eames crawled in, no jacket but still so warm. The fire crackled soothingly and sleep was never hard for Arthur to reach, even in these circumstances.
“Arthur,” Eames said, gently.
“Mmm?” Arthur tried to say a word but it didn’t really work, his mouth dry.
“Are you…are we cuddling? Are you nuzzling me right now?”
Arthur’s knees were knocked into Eames’ legs, and his ankle was hitched around Eames’. His head somehow managed to be pillowed on Eames’ broad chest, and Eames’ arms were wrapped around him.
“Nng,” Arthur said, and fell asleep.
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They woke up to Ariadne’s camera flash in the morning.
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fkjl;sdfjdj SNUGGLING. OMG. <333333
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