[ cat verse ] what's new pussycat, woah~oh~oh
Eames didn't really wake up so much as he became more aware of his surroundings. He was naked, which made sense, considering the last few days, laid out on his stomach, tail curling lazily over one naked thigh. His ears were relaxed and barely twitching, his arm thrown over someone's back, one leg pressed between theirs.
That someone, of course, was Arthur.
Arthur, the black cat that had resisted any and all of his approaches, had gone mad. Mad with heat, of course, which was something they were frankly all used to. But he had ended up with Eames, since they had been working a job together, and well, Eames couldn't resist a scent like that being waved all in his face.
Thankfully he hadn't been so crazed by Arthur's scent that he forgot to use protection - no, the damn near empty box of condoms near the bed spoke to how well he had remembered, considering this thing was a two or three day ordeal and Arthur, oh Arthur had been insatiable.
Eames remembered all that with a toothy little smile as he started waking properly, rubbing his cheek on his pillow with a little purr.
That someone, of course, was Arthur.
Arthur, the black cat that had resisted any and all of his approaches, had gone mad. Mad with heat, of course, which was something they were frankly all used to. But he had ended up with Eames, since they had been working a job together, and well, Eames couldn't resist a scent like that being waved all in his face.
Thankfully he hadn't been so crazed by Arthur's scent that he forgot to use protection - no, the damn near empty box of condoms near the bed spoke to how well he had remembered, considering this thing was a two or three day ordeal and Arthur, oh Arthur had been insatiable.
Eames remembered all that with a toothy little smile as he started waking properly, rubbing his cheek on his pillow with a little purr.