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Who: Ariadne, Arthur and Eames
What: Super-important Talking
Where: Ariadne and Arthur's flat
When: This morning, just after this
Rating: Uh, smutty? Possibly?



Eames let himself into Aridane and Arthur's flat as quickly and quietly as ever, then replied to Arthur's message, standing in the middle of their living room in just his boxers. Making sure that everything seemed to be back to normal, he ended up in the kitchen boiling the kettle and intending to make tea when Arthur's reply came through. Plans for the intruder, indeed. Eames laughed to himself, then scrubbed at his face as he thought things through for what felt like the eleventy-bajillionth time. He made tea automatically, not even thinking about what he was doing, and then went to find Arthur while the tea was brewing.

Their first kisses were frantic and needy and painfree (except for when lips got caught between teeth or noses slammed into each other a bit too forcefully, and Arthur did grunt rather loudly when he was shoved up against a handy wall, but that was good pain, allowable pain, it was expected and normal and fuck, it was wonderful) and Eames was half-way to working Arthur out of his clothes when he remembered exactly what they needed to be talking about and who with. Time was, he wouldn't have given a fuck, he'd have kept unpeeling Arthur and then fallen properly into bed with him and they wouldn't have been seen or heard from for days. But he couldn't do that now, as much as he wanted to, and that was a lot. Jesus.

Pushing back from Arthur with a groan, he really had to force himself to move away from the man (a far more difficult task than it sounded) and try to calm himself down because it was really rather obvious what he'd been up to. Unsexy thoughts time, Eames. "Arthur... We... Oh, fucking hell. We have to talk to her now. Now."

Right, he was off to sit in the fridge and think of zombies and deathballs and Cobb squinting furiously at things.