putting the pen to the paper... or the fingers to the keys
So, I've seen this around somewhere. I'm sure lots of my awesome friends have done this, but I can't remember who might've posted it so I'm stealing this meme from everyone. It looked like fun and I need some inspiration, so let's just say that I'm a stealing stealer who steals
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He knows the issue isn't settled. He knows, the next time he comes home after a job, Eames will act the same way; angry at Arthur's 'carelessness'.
Arthur also knows, somewhere inside of him, that if his parents could see him now they wouldn't even be able to look him in the eye.
He turns on his side, wincing when the bedclothes rub against his sore back, and closes his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later Arthur opens his eyes and huffs at the wall. He's laying on his front, head turned to the window so he can glare at the tree right outside. It's been windy lately, and the branches are screeching against the glass loudly. Damn Eames and his window that faces the bay.
Arthur grabs for his iPod and sticks the buds in, scrolling through to his Beethoven playlist. He's halfway through his favorite, the third movement of Moonlight Sonata, when he sighs in frustration.
Arthur rolls onto his back and grunts quietly. Then he stops his music, throws his covers back, and stands. It only takes a few seconds to move down the hall normally, but trying to tiptoe and avoid the creaky floorboards slows him down quite a bit.
It takes about four minutes for him to reach the door, and another two to navigate the piles of clothes on the floor in the dim light coming through the window. Arthur very nearly trips over a pile of beer bottles next to the bed and sends them crashing. He manages to avoid it, barely, and the next thing he knows he's pulling back the covers and climbing into Eames' bed.
Eames barely moves, the lug that he is, when Arthur shifts close. He just grunts into his pillow and hugs it closer. Arthur pulls the covers down enough to slide his legs under it and holds back a sigh when the heat hits his body full force. Eames has always run hot and Arthur is grateful for that. He turns on his side, pressing his sore back up against Eames' side and closes his eyes.
Within minutes he's asleep.
Eames turns his head to the side, staring through the darkness at the back of Arthur's head. He pulls one hand out from under the pillow and presses the back of it against Arthur's neck.
He goes back to sleep.
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I decided on this one because, like you said, I already did a little more to the 'red pen' story and I felt like this one could've used a little more. I started writing a sequel to it, but I'd been talking about doing a prequel so you totally gave me a reason to! Thank you, love, and I hope you enjoyed it!
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By which I mean thank you, thank you, THANK YOU *hug*smish*lick*
I am forever your whore. I want you to know that.
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Re: T-Hard and his manpain: Nothing is better than a man who isn't afraid to cry. Just in case you haven't already read it here's some more crying Tom to make you wibble. It involves the Kleenex commercial this icon came from =D. YOU WILL LOVE IT, I PROMISE.
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