"Where are you?" Arthur asked into his phone. This time, he was the one at the stove cooking.
"I'm out on an errand. I'll be back later, don't sound so concerned, or whiny," Eames said back. Arthur could tell he was smiling, by the sound of his voice.
"I don't sound—just be home by six. Wait, scratch that, don't even come home. Meet me at the park down the street, alright?"
"Okay, darling. Whatever you say. Love you."
"Love you too, bye." Arthur hung up and went back to stirring the pots. You're not the only one who can cook, Mr. Eames! he thought, smirking to himself.
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Eames saw Arthur before he saw him. The point man was sitting down on a blanket spread out on the snowy landscape.
Both their frozen faces lit up when they saw each other. Arthur got up to give Eames a hug. Eames kissed his forehead and his ice cold purple lips.
"Darling, it's possibly twenty degrees out here…what's all this…?" Eames gestured to the picnic set up where they were standing.
Arthur smiled. "Just my way of thanking you for all you've done this week and last."
"It's beautiful out," Eames said, in awe. Snow was falling lightly, Christmas lights were hung in the trees all over the park, and the little pond was frozen over, with some patches still shiny for the reflections of the lights to bounce off.
The couple sat down on the blanket and ate. Arthur cooked chicken parmesan, and bought fresh baguettes earlier which he made into garlic bread, along with hot cocoa. "You're a damn good cook, Arthur," Eames said, through a mouthful of bread and pasta.
"Thank you, Mr. Eames. I've learned from the best."
The point man and the forger had the best night out they'd had in ages. They reminisced about old jobs, what they got everyone else, and Arthur tried to guess what Eames got him.
"No."
"A new suit?" Arthur asked, anxiously.
"Mm, no. Would you stop pestering me? Do you see me asking you what you're getting me?" Eames said, finishing the last of his cocoa.
Arthur calmed down. "You're right. I'm sorry. Can we get home? I'm freezing."
Eames laughed. "Sure, love."
They packed up the picnic and began the short walk back to their flat. "And it is something you can wear. I think you'll love it, though."
"Dammit man, tell me already!"
Eames laughed some more, shaking his head. "You'll find out soon enough."
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A/N: I don't really have anything else to say, but that I hope you enjoyed this chapter!