When Eames entered the flat, he had to check the thermostat because of the temperature in the room because it was so cold, but then he realized the iciness was coming off of Arthur who was sitting at the kitchen table looking absolutely ready to murder, and unfortunately Eames was the only living thing in the kitchen.
"Ah... hello," Eames greeted, playing dumb and hoping Arthur would believe it and move on.
"What have I told you about washing whites with colors?" Arthur asked, deadly quiet. The tone made his skin crawl with worry, goosebumps rising on the flesh of his forearms.
Oh, fuck.
"Ah--"
Arthur stood, mouth in a hard frown and said, "Get down on your knees."
"Oh, I see, we're playing a kinky game-"
"On your knees," Arthur demanded, and Eames immediately did as he was told. He was hoping he'd been right about the game, but unfortunately, he was once again wrong
( ... )
Arthur's not one for breaking into people's places most of the time (he can get his information in other ways), but he does know how to do it, and do it he does. He picks the lock of Eames's apartment and slips inside, and normally he doesn't give a damn what the forger is up to, but he's worried because he hasn't heard back from him in days-- and he's not worried about him, he's not. He's just wondering if Eames is actually doing his job or bumming around in his apartment, so he has to make sure
( ... )
"I imagine it's because you've been concerned about my lack of communication with the rest of the team."
"I wasn't concerned-"
"I dropped my mobile in a puddle. Sorry. I've got a new one now though, and I've got all the information on my forgery that I need. We can go back to the warehouse now... ah... provided you help me clean this up first."
All Arthur can do is nod and do as asked, staring curiously when Eames lifts up one of the items in particular and smiles a little more warmly.
"Is that your favorite or something?" Arthur asks.
Eames grins even wider, answering with his smile.
It's only later that night when Arthur is tucking himself into bed that he realizes that the magnet had advertised some sort of sporting event in Toronto, and that it had been the exact same year, the exact same place that Eames had first met Arthur.
The confusion on Arthur's parents' faces was clear, and he for one couldn't blame them. The fact that there was a twenty-something year old man they've never met before in their kitchen was probably pretty vexing, much more so with the fact that he's been here alone with their sixteen year old son.
Surely, it looked bad.
The worst part was, it was exactly what it looked like. Arthur felt his face blanching because he could almost guarantee that they could see right through him. Could they tell that he and this twenty-something year old man had been doing unspeakably obscene things in his bed, in his shower, and on their kitchen table
( ... )
one day, after a passing comment from someone, arthur wonders if he and eames (having been in an established relationship for a while) are a family, if eames thinks they are, and if they're family enough to make it bigger with a kid or two. and more importantly, how he can ask eames any of these questions.
It was at a visit to his sister's that the idea comes up. He was sitting on her back porch with a glass of sweet tea, and Eames was out in the yard with her three children (Adrianne, Alan, and Addison) being hunted down with more fervor than some of the hitmen that had tracked them down had used
( ... )
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*flinch at feedback* Okay, so. I guess it's working.
Um. Hi. I'd love to see a drabble about... um.. Pink socks. On Arthur. 'cause he did the laundry wrong or...something.
I'll just be going now. *waves*
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"Ah... hello," Eames greeted, playing dumb and hoping Arthur would believe it and move on.
"What have I told you about washing whites with colors?" Arthur asked, deadly quiet. The tone made his skin crawl with worry, goosebumps rising on the flesh of his forearms.
Oh, fuck.
"Ah--"
Arthur stood, mouth in a hard frown and said, "Get down on your knees."
"Oh, I see, we're playing a kinky game-"
"On your knees," Arthur demanded, and Eames immediately did as he was told. He was hoping he'd been right about the game, but unfortunately, he was once again wrong ( ... )
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You had me at sock racist.
Once again, I must ask you to be my interwebs wifey person.
If you say no, then I shall be forced to bake you internet cookies. =D
I do not know you, but I LOVE YOU!
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I suppose I could be your internet wife. XD
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ok umm. prompt.... how about ~
Arthur accidentally stumbles upon Eames' collection.
He begins to wonder if he really knows him at all.
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"I wasn't concerned-"
"I dropped my mobile in a puddle. Sorry. I've got a new one now though, and I've got all the information on my forgery that I need. We can go back to the warehouse now... ah... provided you help me clean this up first."
All Arthur can do is nod and do as asked, staring curiously when Eames lifts up one of the items in particular and smiles a little more warmly.
"Is that your favorite or something?" Arthur asks.
Eames grins even wider, answering with his smile.
It's only later that night when Arthur is tucking himself into bed that he realizes that the magnet had advertised some sort of sporting event in Toronto, and that it had been the exact same year, the exact same place that Eames had first met Arthur.
Huh.
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(sorry for creepin lol)
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Surely, it looked bad.
The worst part was, it was exactly what it looked like. Arthur felt his face blanching because he could almost guarantee that they could see right through him. Could they tell that he and this twenty-something year old man had been doing unspeakably obscene things in his bed, in his shower, and on their kitchen table ( ... )
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I'll take new prompts. I might continue some of these later, but right now I'm just getting my creative juices going. :P
I've got other stories I intend to start on, so I don't need to add more to those lists. XD
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one day, after a passing comment from someone, arthur wonders if he and eames (having been in an established relationship for a while) are a family, if eames thinks they are, and if they're family enough to make it bigger with a kid or two. and more importantly, how he can ask eames any of these questions.
maybe? :)
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i love that line ^-^
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