I wanted to give writing fan fiction a try, so I decided to run with something that popped into my head a little while ago. It's not much at the moment, but maybe in the future it will be stretched into a full story. Maybe.
After a few years of knowing Arthur, Eames had yet to see a different side of the man besides serious. To all those that worked with him, it was known he was rarely ever seen smiling, let alone laughing. And with his face clear of all emotions, it was all about work.
But on a rare occasion, a twinkle would appear in those big brown eyes, sometimes accompanied with a twitch of the lip. And Eames would be hypnotized until the emotionless mask would return in place. It was as though a new person stood in front of him, one more relaxed and unguarded, and it took only two of these experiences for the British male to become addicted. As though he was introduced to a new drug.
And this is how it began.
Eames did all he could to get another fix, to feel the jump of his heart and the twist of his belly he experienced with each twinkling brown eye. Even if it took standing around Arthur's desk in the warehouse during the day, ignoring his own work to chat up the smaller man sitting beside him. Some days all he received back would be a glare, and a swear or two. Once or twice Cobb had to even kick him away before Arthur would get as infuriated enough to do damage to the technology sitting around him. But other days, when everyone's mood seemed lighter and friendlier, they would joke back and forth when a break from work was needed. And Eames would feel the drug rush through his body, the craving fed for a few more hours.
The first time this took place, however, Eames became all the more addicted. Here, he was first introduced to his drug's dimples. At first they appeared and disappeared so quickly, the Brit. thought he imagined it all. But later the same day, a larger and slightly more permanent smile appeared. And all Eames could do was stare, even as they disappeared to be replaced by a scowl, he couldn't look away from the place they once were. A place now lightly painted with pink.
From then on, Eames was lost.
An addict.
A lover of the rarest of drugs.
But he didn't care, as long as he got his fix.
Please review and let me know what you think (please and thank you :3). And what do you say, should I make this into something more than a little one shot?
