Not My Fic it is a Palm xx
Title: Not My Fic it is a Palm xx
Author: yourpalkara
Pairing/characters: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Word count: 807
Summary: These are a few of Eames' favorite things.
The sound of footsteps can be heard, but Arthur’s lips are locked with Eames’ and he can’t bring himself to pull away. The unmistakable sound of Cobb clearing his throat is what he hears next.
“Uh, guys…” Cobb says.
If we just ignore him we’ll go away, Arthur thinks. Eames seems to be thinking the same thing, as he deepens the kiss. Arthur feels a tap on the shoulder.
“Uh…GUYS.” Eames is the first to let go.
“Jesus Christ, Cobb,” he says. “What do you want?”
“Um…there’s a…a time and a place…”
“Yeah…”
“Well and you’re supposed to be work-”
“Fine,” Eames says, taking Arthur’s hand and heading towards the door. “Off we go.”
“No,” Cobb says. “No, wait, that not what I-” But they’re already gone.
“We’ll just go back to my place, darling,” Eames says once they’re outside. Arthur nods. He’s never been to Eames’ apartment before but he’s sure it will be no big deal. Arthur gets in his car. He’s expecting Eames to get in his own car, but he plops himself down beside Arthur.
“Right,” he says, “now take a left up here…”
+
Eames unlocks the door and Arthur waits anxiously as Eames fumbles for the light switch, as it’s too dark to see anything. Eames finds it, turns it on. What Arthur sees when he does is not what he ever could have expected.
“Uh, Eames,” he says. “What’s this?” Eames raises his eyebrows.
“This is my place,” he says.
“No I mean that,” Arthur points.
“Oh,” Eames says. “That is a palm.”
“And that-”
“Another palm.”
“And that-”
“Palm.”
“Eames,” Arthur says. “Why-why do you have so many palms?” Eames doesn’t answer, but heads into the kitchen.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, “take a seat anywhere.” Arthur looks around. He can’t take a seat. There are palms everywhere. He counts about ten standing on the floor, but then there’s the one on the coffee table, the little one underneath the coffee table, the three on the couch-
Arthur walks around the apartment. There’s the one in the bathtub, the ones lining both walls in the hallway, the one lying down on the bed. Arthur wanders into the kitchen, where Eames is there amongst a forest of palms, pouring glasses of wine.
“Eames-” he says
“Oh hello Arthur,” Eames says cheerfully.
“Eames,” he says again. He’s not really sure how to ask this. “Why do you have so many palms?” Eames is silent, so Arthur goes on. “Are they like your pets or-” Eames bursts out in a laugh.
“My pets,” he says. “Arthur, no, I have a dog.”
“Oh.”
“Not my pets, they are palms.”
“Okay…well why do you have so many of them?”
Eames shrugs. “I like palms.”
“Well why are they covering every single flat surface in your entire apartment?” Eames blinks at him.
“I like palms.” He hands Arthur a glass a wine. ““Come on,” he says. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”
“Uh but there’s a-” but Eames is already halfway there. Arthur follows him, and steps into the room to find Eames sitting on the palm that’s on the bed.
“Look Arthur,” he says with a laugh. “Not my dick, it is a palm.” Arthur has never been so un-amused at anything in his life. Eames frowns.
“Arthur,” he says “I’m sensing some tension between you and my palms. Is that correct?” Arthur sits down on the bed and lets Eames put an arm around him.
“Yeah,” he says. “I mean…it’s just…you seem to really love your palms and I just feel-”
“Oh Arthur,” Eames says, taking his hand. “don’t even think like that, darling.” His voice is sincere. “You’ll always be the first man in my life. My palms are just, well, don’t you have anything, anything besides me, of course, that you just can’t get enough of? That nobody else understands your love of?”
“Yeah,” Arthur says, taking a deep breath. “Salad.” Eames blinks.
“Salad.”
“Yeah.” Then Eames laughs.
“Well,” he says. “What do you say I move this puny little palm off the bed and I show you just how big my dick really is, and then later we’ll celebrate this new depth to our relationship by going out for Caesar salads.”
Arthur nods. “That sounds really good,” he says. “But I guess the palm can stay.”
The look of delight that washes over Eames’ face makes the fact that he just agreed to have sex on top of a palm tree worth it.
Eames lies down, and so does Arthur. They kiss, and Arthur’s hands tangle in Eames hair.
“What the-” he says, because it doesn’t feel right. Eames sits up, and lets out a laugh when he sees Arthur clutching a fistful of palm leaves.
“Arthur,” he says, “not my hair, it is a palm xx”
Author: yourpalkara
Pairing/characters: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Word count: 807
Summary: These are a few of Eames' favorite things.
The sound of footsteps can be heard, but Arthur’s lips are locked with Eames’ and he can’t bring himself to pull away. The unmistakable sound of Cobb clearing his throat is what he hears next.
“Uh, guys…” Cobb says.
If we just ignore him we’ll go away, Arthur thinks. Eames seems to be thinking the same thing, as he deepens the kiss. Arthur feels a tap on the shoulder.
“Uh…GUYS.” Eames is the first to let go.
“Jesus Christ, Cobb,” he says. “What do you want?”
“Um…there’s a…a time and a place…”
“Yeah…”
“Well and you’re supposed to be work-”
“Fine,” Eames says, taking Arthur’s hand and heading towards the door. “Off we go.”
“No,” Cobb says. “No, wait, that not what I-” But they’re already gone.
“We’ll just go back to my place, darling,” Eames says once they’re outside. Arthur nods. He’s never been to Eames’ apartment before but he’s sure it will be no big deal. Arthur gets in his car. He’s expecting Eames to get in his own car, but he plops himself down beside Arthur.
“Right,” he says, “now take a left up here…”
+
Eames unlocks the door and Arthur waits anxiously as Eames fumbles for the light switch, as it’s too dark to see anything. Eames finds it, turns it on. What Arthur sees when he does is not what he ever could have expected.
“Uh, Eames,” he says. “What’s this?” Eames raises his eyebrows.
“This is my place,” he says.
“No I mean that,” Arthur points.
“Oh,” Eames says. “That is a palm.”
“And that-”
“Another palm.”
“And that-”
“Palm.”
“Eames,” Arthur says. “Why-why do you have so many palms?” Eames doesn’t answer, but heads into the kitchen.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, “take a seat anywhere.” Arthur looks around. He can’t take a seat. There are palms everywhere. He counts about ten standing on the floor, but then there’s the one on the coffee table, the little one underneath the coffee table, the three on the couch-
Arthur walks around the apartment. There’s the one in the bathtub, the ones lining both walls in the hallway, the one lying down on the bed. Arthur wanders into the kitchen, where Eames is there amongst a forest of palms, pouring glasses of wine.
“Eames-” he says
“Oh hello Arthur,” Eames says cheerfully.
“Eames,” he says again. He’s not really sure how to ask this. “Why do you have so many palms?” Eames is silent, so Arthur goes on. “Are they like your pets or-” Eames bursts out in a laugh.
“My pets,” he says. “Arthur, no, I have a dog.”
“Oh.”
“Not my pets, they are palms.”
“Okay…well why do you have so many of them?”
Eames shrugs. “I like palms.”
“Well why are they covering every single flat surface in your entire apartment?” Eames blinks at him.
“I like palms.” He hands Arthur a glass a wine. ““Come on,” he says. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”
“Uh but there’s a-” but Eames is already halfway there. Arthur follows him, and steps into the room to find Eames sitting on the palm that’s on the bed.
“Look Arthur,” he says with a laugh. “Not my dick, it is a palm.” Arthur has never been so un-amused at anything in his life. Eames frowns.
“Arthur,” he says “I’m sensing some tension between you and my palms. Is that correct?” Arthur sits down on the bed and lets Eames put an arm around him.
“Yeah,” he says. “I mean…it’s just…you seem to really love your palms and I just feel-”
“Oh Arthur,” Eames says, taking his hand. “don’t even think like that, darling.” His voice is sincere. “You’ll always be the first man in my life. My palms are just, well, don’t you have anything, anything besides me, of course, that you just can’t get enough of? That nobody else understands your love of?”
“Yeah,” Arthur says, taking a deep breath. “Salad.” Eames blinks.
“Salad.”
“Yeah.” Then Eames laughs.
“Well,” he says. “What do you say I move this puny little palm off the bed and I show you just how big my dick really is, and then later we’ll celebrate this new depth to our relationship by going out for Caesar salads.”
Arthur nods. “That sounds really good,” he says. “But I guess the palm can stay.”
The look of delight that washes over Eames’ face makes the fact that he just agreed to have sex on top of a palm tree worth it.
Eames lies down, and so does Arthur. They kiss, and Arthur’s hands tangle in Eames hair.
“What the-” he says, because it doesn’t feel right. Eames sits up, and lets out a laugh when he sees Arthur clutching a fistful of palm leaves.
“Arthur,” he says, “not my hair, it is a palm xx”