A/N - so the idea behind this is that each year will have three parts: Eames', Arthur's, and The Date

i hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer- I own nothing I just like to play in Mr. Nolan's sandbox!


Cotton, Year One, Arthur

The next morning when Arthur's alarm went off he groaned. He was comfortable with his husband curled around him. He wished he could just stay there all day in bed, with the man who had swept him off his feet; but he had a client whose schedule could only accommodate today. So he stretched a little and then tried to get up only to have Eames tighten his hold on the smaller man. Arthur chuckled, Eames had never been a morning person and had also never liked Arthur getting out of bed.

"Sweetheart, I have to go. I have a client at 10:30."
Arthur whispered into the skin if Eames' arm. He smiled as he felt Eames shake his head against his back.

"No."
Eames said sleepily.

Arthur sighed. He could tell Eames was going to be difficult this morning, so he decided to enact the plan he always used in these situations. Distraction.
Arthur turned in Eames' arms and began kissing and nipping at his lovers ear lobe and neck. He knew that these were Eames' weak spots. As he continued he felt Eames' arms slacken a little and made his move. He was up and headed to the bathroom quicker than Eames could process. The Brit was sporting a very large frown now and having realized what had happened, yelled after his better half.

"You tease!"

Arthur appeared again in the doorway wearing nothing, smirking at his husband.

"I'm sorry did you say something? Because if you did then I might be forced to rethink my invite to shower with me..."

Eames was out of bed faster than Arthur had ever seen. He was on Arthur just as quickly; kissing and touching while easing him back towards the shower.

"Don't you dare."
He murmured against Arthur's soft skin.

Arthur was nearly late to meet his client. After he explained the basics up top he took the man under to test out the skills they had been working with. Everything went smoothly and Arthur declared that Mr. Big Wig was ready and no longer needed training. He left the warehouse he had chosen to work out of and made his way to the middle of downtown Seattle. He had to pick up the gift he had ordered for Eames for their anniversary before heading home. He stepped into the little shop where he had ordered a new custom-made sweater. It was a beautiful charcoal grey, slight v-neck long sleeved, cashmere sweater. Arthur was very happy with his choice. He gladly paid the woman and left with his bundle in hand.


A/N-
Yes I know technically Arthur should be getting Eames something cotton but come on its Arthur!

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