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A random drabble with the prompts of sweet and Eames' pov, written in the spot for lapointchick.
When Eames was confident enough that Ariadne wasn't paying much attention, having watched her for an hour and where she was most likely to turn in her working space, and a delicate flower as she was and would've been devastated if she knew what was going on, although Eames suspected she suspected, he looked in the other direction where Arthur had delved himself into calculations and measurements about the dream time for their job.
It was so that Eames had to find some clean sheets of paper to sketch on but the reams were stacked on the shelves behind Arthur - which meant a sleek strategy involving getting what he wanted: some attention from the workaholic - and he started to casually walk there. As he was passing Arthur, he closed in on him unnoticed, raised his hand, and brushed Arthur's earlobe with two of his fingers, causing redness to spread on the man's face. It was what Eames wanted to see, that flush, an alarmingly flabbergasted point man, caused simply with the stroke of the sensitive spot behind his ear. Arthur sank lower in his seat to avoid anyone seeing him in a state like that but he knew how to get back at Eames that night.
I have to make a bigger story out of this XD so cute