inception fic
title: of cephalopods and alarm clocks
fandom: inception
pairing: eames/arthur
rating:PG
beta'd by the lovely Horrible_drawer
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Arthur woke to his alarm clock screaming only three inches from his ear. He reached over to press (more like crush) the off button, but for some reason wasn’t able to move his arms. He struggled a bit longer, but only managed to get himself more tangled in whatever octopus-like creature was currently holding him his hostage.
Tentatively he opened his eyes, and regretted it immediately. The room was flooded in a light so bright it made his head swim. Blinking quickly to adjust, He turned to the left to see what was trapping him.
Eames lay half on top of him, arms around Arthur’s shoulders and one leg over his. Arthur tried to remember why he’d ever let the English nuisance into his home, but couldn’t think of anything. I mean it’s not like he thought the way he mumbled in his sleep was cute or the pet names he used were endearing, don’t be absurd. He shook his head of that thought and unceremoniously shoved the man off of him and onto the floor while quickly yanking the alarm clocks cord from the wall. He stood sleepily and began walking towards the adjoining bathroom.
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When he walked out 20 minutes later, toweling off his hair and adjusting his tie, Eames was still laying sprawled next to the bed.
"You know there are better ways to wake someone up pet" he said from the floor, his lilt barely heard around the pillow his face was buried in.
Arthur stepped over the half-unconscious man and began walking towards the kitchen.
“Yes, but none quite as effective.”
Eames mumbled something about ‘the unfair treatment of foreigners' as Arthur began making coffee.
-end-
i might more with this fandom later, idk.