With an almost lamenting sigh Arthur straightened his back, got out of bed and set about creating his work persona. Professional, restrained, toned-down and combed back. He pulled off a shirt too baggy for his everyday tastes and tugged pressed black pants out of his closet. He pulled his shirt and vest down from a hook as he passed into the bathroom and lay them flat across the counter to keep them neat before bending to start his shower running.
Repressing a groan as he noticed the mess that could barely be called his hair he stepped into the shower and let the hot water run down his back. He was exhausted, very sore and really didn't want to go into work today. Not that he'd say that to Cobb when they met up. They were supposed to be meeting a new partner today at lunch. Arthur could have scoffed at the absurdity of that one statement. He'd already met the new partner, but Dom wanted to make sure that Arthur and this man would get along this time around.
The shower door opened briefly and Arthur felt hands running up his back to his shoulders before he heard the voice to accompany it. "Darling, you should really consider a very good massage to get rid of some of the tension. I'd be all to happy to oblige." A kiss was dropped onto his shoulder before Arthur turned around and managed a petty glare.
"Eames, I will kill you if you even think about it. Thanks to you I'm -"
"Deliciously ravaged and wonderfully desirable?" Eames supplied before cautiously pressing the point-man to the wall and beginning to trail kisses across his collar bone and neck.
"-Sore as hell and wondering how I'm going to sit down through this meeting." Arthur almost laughed when Eames chuckled and murmured into his ear.
"Simple love, I call Dom and tell him that so as I can have you to myself every night," Arthur let out an indignant squeak when Eames ran a hand over his length, "Well, we'll get along just fine."