[ cat verse ] what's new pussycat, woah~oh~oh

[triedinception]

Eames didn't really wake up so much as he became more aware of his surroundings. He was naked, which made sense, considering the last few days, laid out on his stomach, tail curling lazily over one naked thigh. His ears were relaxed and barely twitching, his arm thrown over someone's back, one leg pressed between theirs.

That someone, of course, was

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur hadn't been able to get a hold of Ian for his "Days" (they were usually referred to with a capital letter so as to indicate the importance of this period while keeping with some sense of modesty - even while all cats know what is being referenced) and had not been able to control himself around Eames.

It hadn't helped that Arthur had always felt some kind of attraction to the orange tabby - even while he had irritated Arthur to the point of fights breaking out and blows being dealt.

Often times it had been over Eames' presumption that Arthur desired him as a mate (Eames would constantly try to twine his tail with Arthur's, rub his scent onto Arthur and his things, nipping at his ears, and other intimate gestures that were not to be tossed about the way the forger had been with Arthur for months now) and now, as Arthur was finally out of the grip of heat, he slowly opened his eyes, ears twitching and his memory of the past few days foggy

[triedinception]

Eames landed on the floor with a very loud thump, as advertised. He spent a moment recovering his bearings, wondering where it had all gone wrong in the last moment before he sighed, getting to his feet, quite unashamed in his nakedness.

"Well, I see that you're back to your normal cheerful self," he said with no small amount of sarcasm, ears flat and tail flicking annoyed behind him.

Just, for a moment, Eames had thought that Arthur had maybe decided that Eames wasn't so bad. Eames had misjudged that one harshly though, it seemed.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur was crouched on the bed, the covers and sheets all around him, ear pressed flat against his head, tail curling and the hiss he let out at Eames was vicious, his sharper teeth showing.

"You sonofa bitch, get out! Now!" The more Arthur looked at him, the more furious he became.

[triedinception]

Eames stood his ground, his own tail flicking dangerously, his own way of showing irritation.

"I will bloody not, not until I get my clothes at least. And maybe an explanation," he hissed back.