"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]

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."