The warehouse was empty apart from one person of Cobb's team. Arthur rocked slightly in his chair as he read one of his favourite books. He rarely had the time to read any more and thankfully he was alone this afternoon so for once he had peace and quiet. Tranquillity and –
"Darling, I'm home" Eames sang as he stepped into the warehouse. So much for peace and quiet, Arthur thought bitterly. He contemplated making Eames leave again but part of him was stopping him from doing just that. So he merely continued to read. Unfortunately Eames had other ideas for the afternoon of freedom.
Eames crossed the warehouse and smirked when Arthur chose to ignore him. This could be fun, Eames thought. It was obvious that Arthur was getting a little uncomfortable as he lengthened the time it took to rock back and forth slowly in his chair. He walked around to stand behind the smartly dressed point man and rested his hands on Arthur's shoulders. He grinned when Arthur suddenly tensed. Gently, he massaged Arthur's shoulders.
"Eames, please I am trying to read" Arthur sighed, looking up at Eames. He frowned and his brow creased when Eames raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "What?" he asked exasperatedly.
"You know Darling." Eames practically purred "if you were gay, that'd be a-okay." He said leaning closer. Arthur suddenly shut his book and brought his chair sharply to be on all four legs. Eames kept the same expression in case Arthur turned to look at him with a cute expression of horror and interest. He could smell Arthur's shampoo clearly now and it drove him insane with lust.
Eames placed a soft kiss to Arthur's neck and held him down when he made an attempt to stand. His tongue snaked out and tasted the area he had kissed. He was curious to know what Arthur tasted like and if he had his way, he would soon find out. Eames' teeth lightly grazed against Arthur's neck. Arthur was his now as he bit and sucked at his neck.
"Stop – "Arthur said quietly but it was half hearted and clearly meant 'do continue.' At least that was what it meant in Eames' books. He reached around Arthur's body, while still working on the biggest love bite Arthur would ever receive in his life, and took the book from his lap. Eames lifted it so he could see the title and rolled his eyes when he read it. Carelessly he chucked it onto the desk. Arthur made to protest but gasped instead when Eames bit his neck harder.
Finally he moved away from Arthur's neck and was satisfied with the quite angry looking (and large) mark he'd left behind. Arthur turned his head and looked at him with a different expression that Eames had expected. Instead of horror, Eames was met with the look of a man torn in his emotions of lust and hate. . .