O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
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“Hello, love,” he says, grabbing the lemon as it falls and driving the knife into the rind, “that was fast. I didn’t even hear the shower go off.”
“Eames,” Arthur chokes out, “Eames, Jesus Christ, I am so fucking in love with you.”
Eames’ jaw drops, and he slices his damn hand open.[ Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) [The DomesticVerse]] by gyzym | jecca-o9's favorite fics (2/?)
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“Arthur wants to curl into him and never let go. Arthur wants to do this forever—Arthur wants to get to know every angle of his mouth, every plane of his body. Arthur wants to trace the lines of those tattoos with his tongue and he wants to mock every hideous pair of pajama pants and he wants to work behind the counter of the fucking shop, wants to wake up in the morning and go to bed at night for this, and this, and this.
But Arthur’s never been particularly good at taking what he wants.”
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“Found him yet, little brother?”
“Some patience would be nice, you know. This Eames of yours is even more elusive than Bond.”