Fic: Only Need to See Clearly (Inception, G)
title: Only Need to See Clearly
author: ilovetakahana
pairing: very mild Arthur/Eames
warnings: a quick fluff fic set pre-movie. the two people who are most to blame for the creation of this story are johanirae [for THIS amazing piece of fanart [the second one]]; and i_m_pk [for THIS prompt at inception_kink]. all other fetishes and kinks are mine. [yes, I wear glasses too. XD]
for references to the shapes of their faces and, in particular, Arthur's glasses, please see this image and this image. all information on eyeglasses shapes and face shapes here.
[lord, did I write a fan fiction or a thesis?]
disclaimer: I don't own the original story or the characters. Not making any profit, just playing in the sandbox.
summary: Eames has a little problem with seeing things clearly. [and that sounds too angsty when this is a fluff piece.]
Arthur, of course, is the first to notice that Eames is acting very strangely.
Oh, for a given value of strangely, of course - they work in dreams, and Eames's particular talents lie in slipping into and out of persons and personas like changing his shirt.
[Today the shirt in question is a pink and lemon paisley horror. It draws stares from everyone in the warehouse.]
The team is flipping through dossiers for their latest client: Software Company X wants to pirate away Software Company Y's pet programmer. However, the programmer wants to set up shop on his own and has asked the team to steal ideas from both companies so he has leverage for the inevitable breakup.
"Pet," Eames suddenly says to their architect, a skinny girl named Alicia, "I can't find Benson's passports, do you know where they've got to?"
Arthur looks up from perusing the blueprints for Software Company Y's headquarters when Alicia replies: "They're, erm, right there in front of you - you can't tell me you can't see them?"
Eames's eyebrows quirk and he's immediately picking up sheaf after sheaf of papers, squinting at the Sharpie'd labels and the messy scrawl of his own sticky notes.
He holds the papers less than an inch away from his own nose to read them.
Arthur can't help it; he smiles, holding his own papers up so that they hide his face. He's seen this sort of behavior before.
***
The next morning, the first thing Arthur does after organizing the day's files is pull a slim leather case from the pocket of his suit jacket.
Eames plops down in the chair next to him, munching a donut and reading the morning newspaper. As with yesterday's documents, he is holding the fine newsprint nearly up to his nose.
"I'm surprised you don't get ink stains all over your nose if you read that way; won't that look strange on a computer programmer?" Arthur asks, sliding on his silver-framed eyeglasses.
"Hmm, I suppose," is Eames's absent-minded answer. "Unless the programmer in question was still working with printouts. How so very Neanderthal - don't they all work on iPads now or something?" he concludes before turning to the sports section.
"Although," Eames says as he suddenly puts down the paper, "how do we know they aren't still doing...that...?"
Arthur meets his gaze head-on. "Doing what exactly?"
"You're wearing eyeglasses."
"Thank you for your astute observations, Mr. Eames. You were saying?" Arthur allows his grin to grow fractionally larger, showing some teeth.
"Has anyone told you that you look quite a toothsome morsel in those?" is all Eames manages after a long moment.
"Multiple times." And Arthur turns his back on him.
***
The next day Eames shows up, whistling cheerfully. The blue-and-green plaid shirt is painfully loud and normal for him.
His rimless, oval-framed eyeglasses nearly vanish into his face.
Arthur has to admit that it looks good on him.
Eames reads everything in sight and reviews all of their files twice, and leads the meeting later on, to everyone's surprise except Arthur's.
***
When Arthur gently takes Eames's glasses off before he kisses him, the only reply he gets is a slow, delighted smile.
author: ilovetakahana
pairing: very mild Arthur/Eames
warnings: a quick fluff fic set pre-movie. the two people who are most to blame for the creation of this story are johanirae [for THIS amazing piece of fanart [the second one]]; and i_m_pk [for THIS prompt at inception_kink]. all other fetishes and kinks are mine. [yes, I wear glasses too. XD]
for references to the shapes of their faces and, in particular, Arthur's glasses, please see this image and this image. all information on eyeglasses shapes and face shapes here.
[lord, did I write a fan fiction or a thesis?]
disclaimer: I don't own the original story or the characters. Not making any profit, just playing in the sandbox.
summary: Eames has a little problem with seeing things clearly. [and that sounds too angsty when this is a fluff piece.]
Arthur, of course, is the first to notice that Eames is acting very strangely.
Oh, for a given value of strangely, of course - they work in dreams, and Eames's particular talents lie in slipping into and out of persons and personas like changing his shirt.
[Today the shirt in question is a pink and lemon paisley horror. It draws stares from everyone in the warehouse.]
The team is flipping through dossiers for their latest client: Software Company X wants to pirate away Software Company Y's pet programmer. However, the programmer wants to set up shop on his own and has asked the team to steal ideas from both companies so he has leverage for the inevitable breakup.
"Pet," Eames suddenly says to their architect, a skinny girl named Alicia, "I can't find Benson's passports, do you know where they've got to?"
Arthur looks up from perusing the blueprints for Software Company Y's headquarters when Alicia replies: "They're, erm, right there in front of you - you can't tell me you can't see them?"
Eames's eyebrows quirk and he's immediately picking up sheaf after sheaf of papers, squinting at the Sharpie'd labels and the messy scrawl of his own sticky notes.
He holds the papers less than an inch away from his own nose to read them.
Arthur can't help it; he smiles, holding his own papers up so that they hide his face. He's seen this sort of behavior before.
***
The next morning, the first thing Arthur does after organizing the day's files is pull a slim leather case from the pocket of his suit jacket.
Eames plops down in the chair next to him, munching a donut and reading the morning newspaper. As with yesterday's documents, he is holding the fine newsprint nearly up to his nose.
"I'm surprised you don't get ink stains all over your nose if you read that way; won't that look strange on a computer programmer?" Arthur asks, sliding on his silver-framed eyeglasses.
"Hmm, I suppose," is Eames's absent-minded answer. "Unless the programmer in question was still working with printouts. How so very Neanderthal - don't they all work on iPads now or something?" he concludes before turning to the sports section.
"Although," Eames says as he suddenly puts down the paper, "how do we know they aren't still doing...that...?"
Arthur meets his gaze head-on. "Doing what exactly?"
"You're wearing eyeglasses."
"Thank you for your astute observations, Mr. Eames. You were saying?" Arthur allows his grin to grow fractionally larger, showing some teeth.
"Has anyone told you that you look quite a toothsome morsel in those?" is all Eames manages after a long moment.
"Multiple times." And Arthur turns his back on him.
***
The next day Eames shows up, whistling cheerfully. The blue-and-green plaid shirt is painfully loud and normal for him.
His rimless, oval-framed eyeglasses nearly vanish into his face.
Arthur has to admit that it looks good on him.
Eames reads everything in sight and reviews all of their files twice, and leads the meeting later on, to everyone's surprise except Arthur's.
***
When Arthur gently takes Eames's glasses off before he kisses him, the only reply he gets is a slow, delighted smile.