Drabble: Paris is Home (Arthur/Eames)
Title: Paris is Home
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: ~400
Summary: It takes Eames three hours to get into Arthur's house. Their home.
Disclaimer: Do not own. =(
A/N: For beanarie who requested "Reunion after a long separation + Arthur/Eames or gen" from my Christmas Drabbles post.
It is 2 a.m. when Eames finally manages to get into Arthur's apartment in Paris.
There had been three alarms and a trip wire to dismantle but Eames knew better than to try to wake Arthur up instead.
He makes his way quietly into Arthur's room, undressing as he does so, quirking his lips up as he imagines how annoyed Arthur will be tomorrow at the mess Eames is making. He slips into bed next to Arthur and pulls him close. He hasn't slept comfortably the past three weeks or so.
Arthur stirs slightly in his arms and burrows closer to Eames. “You’re home early,” he murmurs sleepily and presses a kiss to Eames' neck.
Eames' heart skips a beat at the word “home” and he is immediately suffused with an emotion he isn't exactly sure he wants to identify.
“Job wrapped up early,” Eames says softly, carding his fingers through Arthur's hair. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Go back to sleep, love.”
And Arthur does, nuzzling against Eames' neck and slipping back into sleep.
--
Eames wakes up the next morning earlier than he'd expected to. Arthur is already awake and is absentmindedly running his fingers gently on Eames' side. He does that when he's thinking. Eames isn't even sure he's aware he's doing it.
“Good morning, darling.”
Arthur smiles. “Everything go well on the job?”
Eames nods. “But I'm never working a job with Ariadne again. She's like the spawn of the devil.”
Arthur laughs. “She'll only take that as a compliment.”
“I gave her no cause to think so,” Eames says with a smirk.
Arthur dimples then rests his head on Eames' chest. “I missed you.”
Eames’ heart skips a beat. “I missed you too, love.”
He hadn't really wanted to take up the job, but Ariadne had begged and begged and not stopped calling them until Arthur forced him to go to Amsterdam. That was a mistake. It was a three month long job; he should have at least taken Arthur with him.
He says so to Arthur.
“There was already a point,” Arthur reminds him, “and you know I'm not the type to sit back and keep quiet.”
“I could gag you,” Eames suggests, waggling his eyebrows.
Arthur laughs. “You could try, but I would probably break your wrist before that.”
“Alright,” Eames concedes, “no gagging. I have other ways of keeping you quiet, fear not.”
The kiss is soft, gentle and searching. Eames has missed this; missed having Arthur, soft and pliant under him, missed the way Arthur dimples when Eames nuzzles his neck, missed being able to map out Arthur’s body with his lips.
But he’s home now, with Arthur, and they have all the time in the world.
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: ~400
Summary: It takes Eames three hours to get into Arthur's house. Their home.
Disclaimer: Do not own. =(
A/N: For beanarie who requested "Reunion after a long separation + Arthur/Eames or gen" from my Christmas Drabbles post.
It is 2 a.m. when Eames finally manages to get into Arthur's apartment in Paris.
There had been three alarms and a trip wire to dismantle but Eames knew better than to try to wake Arthur up instead.
He makes his way quietly into Arthur's room, undressing as he does so, quirking his lips up as he imagines how annoyed Arthur will be tomorrow at the mess Eames is making. He slips into bed next to Arthur and pulls him close. He hasn't slept comfortably the past three weeks or so.
Arthur stirs slightly in his arms and burrows closer to Eames. “You’re home early,” he murmurs sleepily and presses a kiss to Eames' neck.
Eames' heart skips a beat at the word “home” and he is immediately suffused with an emotion he isn't exactly sure he wants to identify.
“Job wrapped up early,” Eames says softly, carding his fingers through Arthur's hair. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Go back to sleep, love.”
And Arthur does, nuzzling against Eames' neck and slipping back into sleep.
--
Eames wakes up the next morning earlier than he'd expected to. Arthur is already awake and is absentmindedly running his fingers gently on Eames' side. He does that when he's thinking. Eames isn't even sure he's aware he's doing it.
“Good morning, darling.”
Arthur smiles. “Everything go well on the job?”
Eames nods. “But I'm never working a job with Ariadne again. She's like the spawn of the devil.”
Arthur laughs. “She'll only take that as a compliment.”
“I gave her no cause to think so,” Eames says with a smirk.
Arthur dimples then rests his head on Eames' chest. “I missed you.”
Eames’ heart skips a beat. “I missed you too, love.”
He hadn't really wanted to take up the job, but Ariadne had begged and begged and not stopped calling them until Arthur forced him to go to Amsterdam. That was a mistake. It was a three month long job; he should have at least taken Arthur with him.
He says so to Arthur.
“There was already a point,” Arthur reminds him, “and you know I'm not the type to sit back and keep quiet.”
“I could gag you,” Eames suggests, waggling his eyebrows.
Arthur laughs. “You could try, but I would probably break your wrist before that.”
“Alright,” Eames concedes, “no gagging. I have other ways of keeping you quiet, fear not.”
The kiss is soft, gentle and searching. Eames has missed this; missed having Arthur, soft and pliant under him, missed the way Arthur dimples when Eames nuzzles his neck, missed being able to map out Arthur’s body with his lips.
But he’s home now, with Arthur, and they have all the time in the world.