Waking up from a dream is not at all a difference when you are actually dreaming. Half asleep and confused if it's reality or just another dream. Sometimes you can't just tell. It's like that Edgar Allen Poe's poem. "Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?"
A small shove jerk him from sleep. He raised his head off the desk. The beautiful French cuffs of his suit printed on his cheeks. "Eames." Arthur mumbled at the smirking man. Eames sat on top of the desk, messing all of Arthur's lovely organized paperwork. Eames saw The Point Man's forming frown and to Arthur's dislike, he purposely drop a pile of documents.
"Oops, sorry, darling." He said, his smirk turned into a toothy grin. Arthur quickly got off his chair and the sudden movement ached his once sleeping muscles. He let out a grunt as he made his way to a near by wall mirror. He flex his shoulders, straighten his dark grey suit and silk back his hair.
"Sometimes you remind me of women." Eames stated.
Arthur deadpans. "Mr. Eames, i'll make it nice and simple; Go away." Arthur said as he bend over to pick up the fallen documents.
"That was hardly nice." He said, his eyes glint with amusement. "And besides, how would i leave? The view is more lovely from here." Arthur straighten up as fast as he could. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He turned to face Eames and his smug look. He tried to hit him with his best glare but it was futile. You can never faze The all mighty Forger. He's a tease and Arthur was his gorgeous victim.
"That wasn't ap-" but before Arthur could say anymore, Eames, as magical as he is, was in front of him. Arthur frowned deepen, Bastard was more than few inches taller then him. "Oh... but, Darling..., he lean in, his cool, hard jaw pressed against Arthur's hot, rosy cheek, you do look positively adorable when you get irritated of me." His voice was barely a whisper.
Arthur's reflexes was to back away but Eames was two steps ahead of him. He wraped his muscular arms around his waist. "What...? I-i.. What are-" He yelped in surprised as The Forger ever-so-innocently kissed his pale neck. He smiled with a joy of getting a noise out of Arthur's lips.
Slap!
Well, that wasn't expected. "You are a fucking bastard!" Arthur yelled, quitting the room.
"Oh com'on! You know you want me!" Eames yelled back at him with a permeant smirk on his face.
"Shut up!" Eames' smirk only grew bigger. "And stop fucking smirking!"
((A/N: This is a first. As in first slash. I gotta say I am quite happy. More then happy actually! This goes out to you, Lindz, I love yew 3))