So this is something I couldn't get out of my head. I hope you all enjoy it. No I don't own it, if any of you thought I did, which I doubt anyway! This will be a chapter fic so alert it, if anything! and please leave reviews. This is a ipod shuffle sort of thing. But not a song fic, anyway onwards ho! Enjoy!

Clumsy- Fergie

"Arthur will you come take a look at my maze? I think it's missing something." Ariadne calls from her work station.

Arthur saves his computer work and starts to walk towards Ariadne's craft station. He catches a glimpse of Eames out of the corner of his eye. Eames is sitting back in his chair staring directly at him. Arthur turns his head slightly to ask if there is something he needs when Eames licks his lips. Slow and seductively looking right into Arthur eyes. Eames lips are shinning and Arthur watches as the forger sucks in his bottom lip and then pokes them out in a mock kiss. Arthur blushes and trips over a crate.

His fall makes a racket in the quiet warehouse. Cobb looks up from his papers. Yusuf's mouth hangs open and Eames reigns innocence. Arthur looks up, face and ears red in embarrassment and something he wont identify. He looks to Eames.

"You," he growls out pointing towards the older man.

"What darling?" Eames asks. "Do you need a hand?" he asks. Arthur can hear the innuendo in his voice.

"Are you okay, Arthur?" Cobb asks putting his papers down. "Are you sick?" he asks, he's never seen the point man so clumsy.

"I'm fine," he says standing and going into Ariadne's secluded area.

Arthur sits watching Eames. For once the forger was actually working. Leaning back in his chair unprofessionally, but working all the same.

'That bastard!' he thinks he finds himself glancing at his lips. 'Sexy,' the thought pops up in his mind. 'No dumb! Thighs to thick! Built like a brick!' he though angrily. 'lips so thick' his brain supplies him. 'Get a grip!" he chastises himself. 'a grip of that ass!' Arthur groans in frustration this get Eames attention. Arthur runs his fingers down his face and neck. He loosens his tie. His face is flushed and Eames watches over his papers, mesmerized.

Arthur moves to roll up his sleeves. His clothing feels like its constricting him, the room is unbearably hot. Over his lashes he can see Eames staring at him for the second time that day. He bows his head, a smirk forms on his lips. He runs his fingers through his hair, sighing softly. Eames swallows convulsively. Arthur undoes the first two buttons on his shirt. Letting his fingers run down the hollow of his collarbone. Eames licks his lips like he had earlier only this time it isn't intentional.

Arthur pulls his tie down further his hands disappear below his desk and Eames' imagination runs wild and he find himself thinking thought that he usually reserves for nighttime activities. Arthur's eyes flutter closed and he licks his top lip sucking it into his mouth. Eames tries to keep a moan trapped in his throat. Arthur looked directly at Eames and winked. Arthur winked! Eames was so taken aback he leaned back into his chair, forgetting he was already leaning, his chair clattered to the ground pulling him with it.

"Oh, Hell," Eames curses. Cobb walks from Ariadne's workspace. He looks from Arthur to Eames and back again.

"I can't even-" he cuts himself off scoffing and shaking his head. Cobb returns to Ariadne.

Eames looks over his desk at Arthur who is smirking back at him. Eames wants to say something sarcastic but he stops short seeing upon seeing Arthur's dimples. Eames chuckles.

'Cute' he thinks.

So yeah, next chapter will be up soon! Hopefully! I hope you enjoyed!