Originally published as part of the Inception kink meme at Live Journal and here at my LJ: a_buttered_cat

Betas: writteninhaste and laughing_lovers

"I brought chinese," Arthur calls out as he enters the suite he is sharing with Eames.

They didn't need a forger for this simple little job but Eames had insisted on accompanying him to the site just as well. Over the past two weeks they had only managed to have sex a meager four times.

"When's the extraction?" To his credit, Eames has asked him this impatient question only every night since the job had began.

"Done," Arthur tosses his keys on the table. "I meet with the client to hand over the intel. tomorrow morning."

Eames appears in a doorway, eagerness in his eyes. "Do we flee?"

"We're safe."

"Great, so how about -"

"Not tonight, Eames. As soon as I get back tomorrow you can have your way with me. I promise."

"And you're going to give me seven days and seven nights," Eames approaches the table with a sheen in his eyes. At Arthur's questioning glance he pushes a chair out and sits in it catty-corner to the table, patting his lap.

"You're not going to explain unless I sit, are you?" At Eames' silence Arthur rolls his eyes and sets out the utensils and cartons of food and then drapes himself into Eames' lap.

"Darling, when you take a job you get lost in it. Between jobs we'd surely end up in limbo just from our sex life. You owe me." He said it as if it made all the sense in the world.

"Limbo from our sex life?"

"You are going to give me seven sexy sins starting tomorrow when you get home."