an: Sort of song fic based of The end heard on youtube at /watch?v=rPDh9IlE8O4 Its my favorite song by Ellie Goulding and she is one of my favorite singers.
They kiss one more time before falling asleep in Arthur's bed.
"Eames?" Arthur says looking at the man who's been sleeping peacefully next to him.
"Yes, darling?" Eames says rubbing his eyes. "Is it time for me to le-"
"What is this?" Arthur cuts him off.
"What?" He was wide awake now.
"What is this? Our relationship? What are we- like to each other?"
"I don't know," Eames Sighs and turns from his side to lay on his back and looks up at the ceiling. "Its- its just too early to be talking about this-"
"Too early? We've been fucking for about three months now. This talk has been long overdue." He retorts lifting up on his elbow so he can look over Eames.
"I meant too early in the morning, but yeah, I guess that's it. We're fucking." He says swinging his legs off the side of the bed. "Why can't we just leave it at that for now?"
"Because," Arthur reaches up to grab Eames shoulder. "That's not how I want you."
"Look, I got a plane to catch." Eames looks at Arthur's digital clock. "We can talk about this when I come back, yeah?" He stands up and looks at Arthur who was still propped up on his elbow, but now had a hand up rubbing his forehead and his head was down with his eyes closed. Why does he have to look so cute while he's sad? Eames thinks. I can't leave like this. "I promise. Okay?"
Eames knew that was the right thing to say because Arthur looked up at him and nodded, "Okay. You have thirty minutes to leave. Take a shower and I'll make you breakfast. I already washed your clothes last night and packed your bags. I'm going to bake some of your favorite muffins for you to take with you also."
"You don't have to do that."
Arthur climbs out of the bed to hug Eames. "But I want to. Okay?" he whispers in his ears.
"Okay," he says taking Arthur's face in his hands to kiss him lightly.
Arthur stares at Eames number on his phone in his hands. I should just put it back down. It's only been a week. He knows that if he keeps pushing Eames like this he might not want to be with him at all. Before he could stop himself he had already hit the dial button. What am I doing?
He was about to hang up when he heard Eames voice answering, "Hello."
Shit. He hadn't prepared anything to say.
"Arthur, darling? I really haven't got time for-"
"Just come back home." That's all he could say. A few seconds pass and he thinks he's messed up by saying that or even calling him at all.
He hears Eames make a tired moan that he would usually like the sound of, but not now, not in this situation. "Listen. I'll see what I can do." The phone hangs up.
He really doesn't know why he puts up with him. He says inappropriate things at the wrong times, he's unorganized, he doesn't care for specifics, he can always make a joke out of something, and he has a horrible fashion sense. Arthur smiles at the small list he's formed in his head. I haven't even started on the domestic things yet. He shakes his head and goes to get ready for the night.
When Arthur gets out the shower the next morning he hears something from his kitchen. He grabs his gun and sneaks to the kitchen. He finds his culprit looking through his refrigerator for something. He walks up behind and pushed the gun in his back smirking.
"Whoa." Eames says with his hands up turning around with a smile on his face. "Have anyone ever told you how sexy you look in nothing but a towel holding a gun?"
The pointman just puts the gun on the counter and grabs Eames pulling their bodies close. Eames chuckles, "You miss me, darling?" Arthur responds by dropping his towel.
Extremely short, I know, but there more! I promise. Reviews are lovely motivation. :)