So this is my first fanfic in a while…I've been writing a lot, just neglecting to post them on here… Um yeah.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: None
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Enjoy!
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Arthur and Eames have slept together, in the most literal sense of the term.
There were jobs where somehow, there was a mix-up in booking hotel rooms and theirs managed to only have one bad.
Eames took the right side and Arthur the left and that was that. They were only co-workers and they had a job to do.
They'd both toss and turn; Arthur flailing about like a crocodile, limbs smacking Eames, waking him with a start. Eames wouldn't so much flail, as he would sleep talk. Loudly. In foreign languages. He's shout something in French one moment, then mumble something in Swahili the next.
They'd always wake up snuggling, though. Every single time.
Eames would wake up first, blinking at the sunlight coming through the blinds. He'd find Arthur plastered to his side, arms around his torso and his cheek resting on his clavicle, still in a deep sleep.
The forger loved seeing Arthur like this, so relaxed and carefree. All the worry and professionalism gone from his soft features. So different from the Arthur that everyone else knows (save Dom). Eames usually pulled Arthur closer and closed his eyes, pretending to go back to sleep.
Arthur would wake up fifteen or twenty minutes later, taking a minute or two to realize it's Eames he's snuggling with. He'd never admit it, but he likes the feeling of being wrapped up in Eames' muscular arms. Arthur would snuggle closer too, closing his eyes and drifting back into unconsciousness for a few more minutes. He'd pretend not to notice Eames peek out of the corner of his eye and the small smile form on his lips, or the one on his own.
Exactly ten minutes later, Arthur would pry himself out of Eames' protective grip and get up. The forger would gladly protest but he doesn't because not only would that be incredibly unprofessional—not that he actually cares about being professional—but mostly because he'd fallen back asleep.
Neither of them would ever bring any of this up during the workday, but they both knew that something was forming between them, something a lot stronger than friendship.
A few jobs later and this situation (plus a few Bloody Mary's and Screwdrivers) leads to sex, which eventually will lead to dating, which leads to angst, and so on.
And maybe Mal had the right idea, booking them a room with one bed and saying it was a mistake.
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THE END