AN:/ I should be working on Chapters, but this idea sort of just leapt at me, and wouldn't leave me alone until I did something about it. Hey, I love writing one-shots. Quick and to the point. Follow the instructions on my profile if you'd like to request one, lovies.Totems
If it wasn't for the kick Eames would've still been there, clutching a bleeding knee, and spouting all sorts of curses in the direction of the shooter. Hell, if it weren't for the kick, there would've been more cursing, followed, most likely, by more of those nicely aimed bullets and Eames would've been furious when he finally woke up. No, luckily enough he was sprawled out on the concrete floor, half out of the fold-out chair he'd been in when they started, jerking the small needle from his wrist and rubbing his head.
"Someday, we're going to put carpet down here," He sighed wistfully, "Nice, soft carpet," He murmured, lifting himself to his feet and stretching, his whole body comprised of aches and bones.
"Cobb, I'm telling you, I do believe our dear Chan enjoys his job far too much," Eames murmured in complaint, the Asian male chuckling and packing up their equipment, "What would make you think that?" He smiled, folding the suitcase as each of the team members headed off to do their own thing.
Totem checking. Really, Eames had never had trouble telling reality from dreams. Reality was when projections weren't trying to make you a containment unit for used bullets.
Cobb disappeared with Mal. Chan with his beloved equipment. And Eames was stuck watching Arthur's back as the Point Man rolled his loaded dice on the table and breathed a sigh of relief, glowering at Eames as the brunette tried to get a look before the die was snatched up.
"You're not checking yours?" Arthur murmured, to be honest, he'd actually never seen the man do so, and he supposed it was the point.
"Right you are, darling," Eames mused, leaning forward and snatching Arthur's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting the man's head back and closing his lips over the other pair before any protests could be mouthed. Of course, in less than a few seconds, Arthur shoved the man back, glaring daggers, absolute daggers at him.
"Nope, not a dream," Eames grinned, stretching his arms.
"Wha-"
"In the dreams you kiss back," Eames smirked, waving over his shoulder and walking away whistling under his breath while Arthur tried to keep the stream of curses beneath his breath.
Totally worth it.