[continuation for littlspecificty]
Eames had waited long enough.
Well, she'd only been waiting for a few hours, but when Arthur hadn't come knocking she'd decided to hell with the couple of years of flirting. He was either going to fuck her (or she him) tonight, or she was writing him off and she'd go to someone else. (Maybe Ariadne, or Yusuf.)
So, it was with delicate fingers that she picked the lock of his room, opening it cautiously. Thievery and breaking in still sent a little thrill down her spine, but Arthur was dangerous. For all her comments earlier, she did know he was, and might react badly to her sneaking in before he knew it was her.
That was why the beretta was tucked into her thigh holster, though.
Well, she'd only been waiting for a few hours, but when Arthur hadn't come knocking she'd decided to hell with the couple of years of flirting. He was either going to fuck her (or she him) tonight, or she was writing him off and she'd go to someone else. (Maybe Ariadne, or Yusuf.)
So, it was with delicate fingers that she picked the lock of his room, opening it cautiously. Thievery and breaking in still sent a little thrill down her spine, but Arthur was dangerous. For all her comments earlier, she did know he was, and might react badly to her sneaking in before he knew it was her.
That was why the beretta was tucked into her thigh holster, though.