Still better than the grad mixer

[sabinelagrande]

Bored. Want to write some nice, soothing porn, but stumped as to what to write. So, flist, give to me a prompt, and I will write you about a hundred words of something interesting.

Hopefully.

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[sabinelagrande]

It's quiet, so far, but it's only the first watch. Ariadne hasn't turned in yet; Arthur's asleep, and Eames is reading by the window, waiting for Arthur to wake up.

Neither of them is prepared for it. Suddenly Arthur's flailing and struggling and Ariadne has to clamp her hand over his mouth to keep the screams in, to keep them from being found out. She can feel when it passes; he looks for a second like he's going to wake up, but he goes limp all at once, placid underneath her hand.

Eames is looking down at him, stroking his hair with one hand. Ariadne crawls into bed behind him, her arm around his waist, her firm, small breasts pressed up against his back.

Arthur sleeps.

[almostnever]

Naw.