"Darling?" Eames asked into the darkness, his head turning to face Arthur's,
It was late, or early, probably past midnight. But Eames had been awake for hours, thinking quietly to himself in the darkness.
"Hmm?" the man in question grunted, his eyes staying firmly closed,
"Do you like my accent?",
The ravenette paused before taking a deep breath, and slowly opening his blurry eyes, "Yeah",
"Really?" Eames asked, smiling softly,
"Yeah" Arthur repeated, stretching by his side, still exhausted and perhaps half asleep.
"Does it turn you on?" the larger man questioned, now smirking,
The other man seemed to consider this for a moment, before giving the closest thing to a shrug that he was able to whilst in bed, "I guess so",
"Really!?" Eames asked once more, chuckling now.
"Mostly when you say the British words for stuff" Arthur sighed, trying to get comfortable again, his eyes drifting shut once more,
"Oh really...?" the blonde purred,
"Don't do it now, I'm tired" the other whined, anticipating exactly what Eames was thinking, before his wandering hands even started their pursuit,
"Alright, alright" he sighed, turning to look up at the dark ceiling again, "I like your accent too darling" he then added,
"Yeah?" Arthur said, his voice now slightly muffled by blankets,
"Yes, it's the good kind of American accent. The one that's calm and serious... I like it a lot",
"Well thank you" he replied, right on the edge of sleep.
"Arthur?" Eames then said after a minutes pause, "Does it make you hard when I spell colour with a 'u'?",
"Shut up Eames"