"Up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness"

[perfectforgery]

Come Undone
With: lakoffselephant
Rating: very likely R or NC17

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[lakoffselephant]

Arthur had no way of knowing that Eames would have reacted this way to not being contacted - it was somewhat callous of him to assume that the man would be fine, after the way their relationship had reached a sort of emotional crescendo that neither of them had anticipated. He could see it clearly, how much it had affected him, how the two weeks had been beyond miserable and it was all his fault.

The wave of guilt that washed over him at the realization was enough to divest him of most of his control - though he would later blame the pain for his inability to just shut up. "I-- I'm sorry." The words just fell out of his mouth when Eames told him to stop talking, even though a simple apology could never quite make up for what had happened over the past two weeks. Waiting for the man to hit him in some form or another, Arthur was quite surprised to be kissed with such intensity.

He whimpered, honest to god whimpered, against Eames' mouth, his hand darting out to grab hold of a strong shoulder for balance. The edge of desperation to the embrace wasn't lost on him, and he did his best to try and dispel that, to kiss Eames with just as much fervor, but a different sort. Reassuring, perhaps, and apologetic still yet. He opened his mouth easily to the other man, tongue darting out to trace the seam of those plush lips, asking for too many things with such a simple gesture.

[perfectforgery]

To be fair, Eames had no idea that he would react this way to not being contacted. He had expected so much better of himself, and if it had been anyone other than Arthur he would have done right. He would have lit a candle, had a drink and moved on with his life. Not this. Not getting sucked into a bit that could get him killed faster than not. Only a month ago he had given Arthur a variant of a cold shoulder at confessing his emotions, and now this. This was the opposite of what was right.

And frankly, at this exact moment, he couldn't give a shit.

Eames breaks away from the kiss for only a moment, his forehead against Arthur's and his eyes closed as he tries desperately to put words on his emotions.

"God, I love you."

They're the wrong words, he'll regret them in a few hours, but they're what pushes from his lips before he pushes back against Arthur for another kiss. He can't let him go, not again.

[lakoffselephant]

The idea of having caused Eames so much trouble and grief drudges up a whole slew of mostly negative emotions in Arthur. How he should have been able to contact Eames, how he should have just thought about what the man could have been thinking. He was being reasonably hard on himself - he was running for his life, after all, and then indisposed for days on end with thoughts of recovery and erasing his steps even if the forger was always on his mind in one way or another.

Slipping his hand up to the back of the other man's neck, he curled his fingers in the short hairs there, just holding and touching because he both wanted and needed to. Unable to stop himself from making the tender gesture, Arthur tilts his head when the kiss ends to brush their noses together, almost nuzzling Eames.

Hearing and feeling those words against his lips, he paused, uncertain as to if he Eames had actually said them or if he was just willing the man to do so. About to say something, anything really, he found himself in another kiss, and then he was surging up into it, grateful and pleased. And shaking, just a bit from the overabundance of adrenaline in his system and what may very well have been nerves.

Breaking away after a long, passionate moment he didn't move too far away from Eames. "You called me an idiot when I told you I loved you," he remarked with very little humor. "I do love you and I am really, truly sorry. Is there -- can I even begin to make up for this?" He asked, swallowing thickly and trying to keep his gaze on Eames'.

[perfectforgery]

Eames shakes his head, not wanting to look Arthur in the eyes. They're both idiots. This can only end badly, and he should have left before any of this would become a problem. Arthur shouldn't have been dead for two weeks. Arthur should have never said it before, and shouldn't have said it now. He's stroking the skin in front of Arthur's ears with his thumbs as he runs through every possible horrible and wonderful scenario in his head, imagining the very worst and the very best.

"Stop it, Arthur. God, all you have to do is be here. Bloody hell I was sure you were dead."