Prompt Post No.10
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Eames was lying on his side, elbow propped, hovering over him, smiling faintly.
Arthur tried not to stare at his bare, gorgeous chest, his muscles, chiseled features, his tattoos, his scars. Arthur felt flushed but he knew it wasn't from being sick.
Eames frowned a little.
"That’s so like you to be concerned about the job and not your health,” he made a “tsk tsk” sound.
“You were sick, still sick…You had a high fever and you got us very worried. I helped you into the tub to cool you down and then since I didn't want you to freeze to death I was giving you my body heat,” he smiled crookedly.
Arthur felt his face flush again. He did remember feeling very sick, still felt sick but not as gripping as before. He didn't remember anything and that frustrated him. He also didn't like the idea he was helpless. He also didn’t like the idea of Eames giving him his “body heat” but what really concerned him was the job. They had heard rumors through the underground that Fredrick’s men were looking for them, catching wind of the extraction they were doing. Since they were already in so deep and the payoff was grand they decided to keep going.
Arthur tried feebly to get up. He needed to get back to the warehouse, relay the plans to Dom…
Eames was gently pushing him back down into the bed.
“Love, you need to rest. You’re out of the woods but not out of the forest. You’re still sick.”
His body felt exhausted after trying to get up. Unfortunately he was right. He breathed out in frustration.
“But you need the plans…”
Eames shot him a sideways glance, almost looking a bit bashful which scared Arthur more than the idea of Fredrick’s men coming after them.
Eames never got embarrassed.
“We have them, don’t worry.” Eames was looking everywhere but his face.
Arthur’s heart fluttered and he swallowed hard, tasting something nasty in his mouth.
“My computer is locked with a password.”
Eames shot him a look.
Arthur’s heart sunk.
“But you already have it…” he breathed.
Eames nodded.
Arthur looked away from him but it was hard, their faces were so close together. He suddenly felt too warm and squirmed under the sheets.
“Arthur…” his voice was too calm, too soothing, too vulnerable.
“Eames, I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped.
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