Arthur sighed, looked at his watch, and sighed again resting his chin in his hand, propping his head up. A moment later he shook his head and threw his white linen napkin on the table before he headed to the closet by the front door.
The lanky man shrugged on a heavy wool cobalt blue pea coat which conformed wonderfully to his frame, accenting it in fact with the way it reached his ankles. He tugged on his snow boots, tucking his black dress pants into them before he pulled on his black beanie, effectively covering his ears and ebony hair. He clomped back to his small kitchen and blew out the candles on the table before he lit two others these being vanilla scented, for he wanted the home to smell pretty when he came back and with that proceeded to head out.
It was of course as he was locking the front door that Eames decided to show up in his driveway. Arthur could not help the eye roll and sigh that followed the sound of Eames' car door closing, an expression that was out of place on him. It was Eames' crazy colored hat, coat, gloves and scarf that brought a half smile of amusement to Arthur's lips, all of which didn't match of course.
"I think you'll blind someone with that neon coat Mr. Eames." Arthur pointed out to which Eames grinned
"And with those dark colors you'll be Jack Frost sweetie." To this the Point Man snorted and breezed past the Forger knowing he would follow, and indeed he did.
Ten minutes went quietly by as the two walked on the snow powdered country road that snaked back and forth as far as their eyes could see their crunching footsteps loud in the silence.
"I could break the bastard's face if you'd like sweetie I'm be able too." The random offer caught Arthur off guard bringing him to a halt since he had been brooding on that exact thing. So it was a rare treat for Eames to see Arthur give him a quizzical look, a delicate eyebrow raised though a moment later he got it and burst out laughing, big hearty laughs.
Eames grinned happy to see that he was able to make the Point Man laugh especially after the way his date had gone. After a good minute the lanky man was able to get himself under control, wiping away at the tears that had strung up from his laughing fit.
"I knew you were good for something Mr. Eames." Arthur giggled as the two turned to head back.
"And what exactly would that be sweetheart?" Eames questioned catching Arthur's hand. Arthur looked at him in surprise before he looked away and answered
"You make me happy." As he said this he entwined his slender, tapered fingers with Eames', drawing security from the Forger's large, warm grasp.
Back in Arthur's home which smelled deliciously of vanilla, the two shed their outside raiment entwining their fingers once more as Arthur lead him into the kitchen, stating that he would make hot chocolate so that they could warm up. Eames watched as the lanky man flitted about the tiny kitchen looking gorgeous in his crisp white shirt, vermillion tie and black dress pants. When the Point Man stopped to pour the boiling hot water into the cups it was then the Forger pounced conforming himself to Arthur and resting his hands on the counter barring any escape. Arthur turned so that he faced Eames, raising his brows in question as a smile came to his pale pink lips.
Without a word Eames held Arthur's face between his hands for a moment before he placed a tender kiss upon that pretty mouth of his, glad that he was able to make Arthur happy.