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 ( Read more... )

Eames wasn't pacing nervously as he sat on the bench outside Ariadne's school; it didn't appear that he wanted to, either, to anyone who didn't know him. But the drum of his fingers on his knee, the reflexive glance of his eyes to the school front; impatient seeming to some was actually Eames working out nervous energy.

He hadn't shared his idea ( Read more... )

They were supposed to be teaching Eames the level he was going to be dreaming for the mark. It was a sunny, Rio-esque hotel that Ariadne had designed, perfect for Eames to forge a lovely lady in ( Read more... )