Prompt Post No.10
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He had never seen his hair loose before. It was always neat, perfectly combed and slicked back like Dom's. He didn't realize how curly it was until he had gotten it wet. It curled at the ends and it fell so lose that it made him look so much younger, it almost shocked him. He was truly lovely like that.
He carried a violently shivering Arthur to his bed, Eames leaving behind a trail of water.
He drew the covers tight over him and contemplated what he should do about his own clothes as Arthur so poignantly got him soaked.
He paced the bedroom for a while watching Arthur as his teeth rattled and his body shook.
"Fuck it," and he stripped.
He threw his wet clothes to the floor and climbed in under the covers with Arthur, enveloping his naked body with his, letting him warm up with his body heat.
His trembling and shaking stopped after a while and touches to his forehead showed that his fever was going down.
Eames felt muscles relaxing that he didn't know where clenched and finally felt some relief rush his system.
"Love you," he heard Arthur babble as he hugged him close.
Eames closed his eyes and took in all the scents that were Arthur, the relaxation really crashing into him.
"Love you too," he whispered, planting a kiss at the back of his neck.
He wasn't sure how or when but he found himself drifting off, Arthur's comforting weight pressed against his chest.
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Faint light filtered in through the blinds hitting Arthur in the eyes. He blinked his eyes open feeling like his body had been sent through a meat grinder.
His eyes took in his bedroom and his mind felt sludgy and slow as he was trying to remember things.
His eyes spied his partially open Blackberry on the floor and some of what happened came back to him. He remembered Dom calling and telling him not to call Eames…
Just then he felt something shift next to him on the bed, at his back. His hand immediately went for the gun he kept under his pillow as he cried out in shock and frustration.
He tried to whip himself around but he was slow, much too slow. He trained the gun at the figure weakly and saw through blurred vision that it was Eames' shocked face blinking back at him.
"Don't shoot, darling. It's just me."
Arthur released a low growl of frustration but didn't stop pointing the gun at him.
Eames was grabbing at his wrist before he knew what was happening, his body almost enveloping him, plucking the gun and he was reaching behind Arthur and throwing the gun away.
He felt dizzy and far away and why was the room spinning slightly?
Eames was rubbing his warm, calloused hands down his arms, shooting him concerned looks. He saw in his doubling vision that Eames was shirtless.
Oh Jesus. Arthur felt that he was naked under the covers. Did he get drunk? Why was he in bed with him?
"You would have a gun under your pillow wouldn't you, love?"
He was searching his eyes curiously.
Arthur half remembered WHY he had a gun under his pillow. Something to do with Fredrick…the job they were working on.
Arthur’s eyes went wide.
"Eames?" he blurted out, like he just realized he was in bed with him.
"Yes, love. It's me."
He laid him back down into the pillows, his body too tired and in pain to protest.
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