[ sweet disposition 00? ]: a moment, a love, a dream, a lie, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs

[littlspecificty]

[ continued directly after this log ]Arthur doesn't want to leave the warmth that he had missed so much in the forger's absence. It feels too good to leave and yet, he must. The sun is high enough in the sky to penetrate through the top of the blinds and Arthur can only bury his head and grumble into Eames' chest so many times before the need for

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[paisleythief]

This whole "waking up" idea is not something Eames wants to do at warm-and-comfy o'clock. He likes the "moving around and disentangling from a warm body" thing even less. So Arthur can blame Eames entirely if he intentionally (as much as one can do such a thing while stilly mostly asleep) makes himself heavier around the other in an attempt to keep him there. For a moment, his sleepy brain conveys the lack of movement with Arthur having gone back to sleep, but there's something itching at the back of his mind. Pawing the space next to him, Eames' fingers meet nothing but bedsheets.

This is going to be the most painful thing in the world, but...

Eames cracks open an eye, just enough to see that Arthur is not in bed with him. Blearily, the eyelid slips shut, vague thoughts of I should get up and drag his arse back to bed flitting through his mind with slightly less frequency than just one more minute... When the faucet in the washroom starts up, Eames nods to himself, waiting until the sound stops before he cracks an eye open again.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur hears Eames but only makes a grunt and then garbles out something sounding like "coffee" in return, the point man still rubbing at his face before a shoulder hits the doorframe on his way out (which is followed by a bump from the hallway from where Arthur is now using the wall for support on his way to the kitchen).

[paisleythief]

"That's entirely unfair," Eames calls out, knowing his voice is still muffled from sleep (and probably carrying badly) but not arsed enough to wake up and make his objections any clearer. "You hardly gave me a chance to trick you back into bed."

Because, it's pretty obvious to anyone who has ever seen an early morning Arthur that he does not function well when his coffee meter is on low and the only way Arthur would be coming back to bed is if he was conned there. Eames has very few scruples and he's probably sleepy enough to not feel Arthur's retaliation until later.

For now though, he'll lie in the bed and doze, pouting when he surfaces from his in-and-out state.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur has made the mistake of stopping to talk to Eames in situations like this; he is familiar with the forger trying to trick him back into bed and, Arthur is a little embarrassed to say, a few times he was successful as a result