Sweet Disposition 003: If A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words...

[paisleythief]

It is barely twenty two hundred hours in Spain, which means it's almost 5pm in New York.

Which means, Arthur will be buried under work for at least another hour-- if Eames is lucky. If Eames' luck is running true to course, Arthur could actually have his phone on silent and tucked away in his bag, content to power through whatever needless very

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur was in the middle of rubbing both hands over his face, feeling himself start to go into his own late afternoon drudge and knowing he'd need something to boost him back into working at the energy level this research required

[paisleythief]

Eames laughs, caught partially off guard by the speedy response but not at all by the unflattering content. Arthur could be such a stickler for these things, but Eames was willing to wear him down. Sexting shouldn't be like pulling teeth- then again, sexting that was like pulling teeth shouldn't turn Eames on nearly as much as it did.

Thumbing out another response, Eames sends,

sexy clothes i bet

[littlspecificty]

And, as Arthur is putting on his jacket to go out and get some juice, he types back: Then that is a bet you would lose.

[paisleythief]

used 2 that. dont think ur a fair judge tho. send me a pic darling

Not that Eames is exactly a fair judge either; anything Arthur's wearing would qualify as sexy in Eames' book. Especially if its been worn all day, warm and slightly creased, smelling of him and loose around the collar where he might've tugged at his tie one too many times.

Oh yes. Eames might be far too lenient.