LAST DAY! So the next chapter is going to involve Cobb at the gay bar with Eames and Arthur. And guess what? You get to make a tiny request- how do you think they will take it? What do you think is going to happen? What do you want to happen? Give me some thoughts on what is going to take place at this bar and I will make it happen.

And after day 11 I'm going to write an epilogue of like... ten years down the road or something. That cool with you?

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Day 10

Arthur went back to the bookstore. It was Thursday and he was still reeling from yesterday. He had given it a lot of thought- enough that he was starting to lose sleep over it. He woke up, got a large cup of coffee from the nearby Starbucks, and came into work. He knew what was waiting for him.

"Hello Mr. Eames," he greeted the Brit waiting by the door.

"Hello Arthur," Eames said, his accent curling around Arthur's name.

They walked in together, not a word spoken, not touching. Just walking side by side. Yusuf had already opened the store and Ariadne was fiddling with the display shelf by the checkout stand. Organizing pens, bookmarks, pencils, little notebooks, and such into a perfect aesthetically pleasing display while talking to Yusuf. Eames nodded at them both and they flashed grins back.

"Would you like to talk?" Arthur asked, "We seem to have missed that part of our relationship."

"So you admit this is a relationship?" Eames couldn't help the grin creeping on his face.

"It's always been a relationship," Arthur smirked, "But the nature of the relationship may have changed over the week."

"Is that so?"

"Let's talk," Arthur said, leading Eames to the backroom.

"Back here again?" Eames teased as he shut the door behind them, "Darling, I am disappointed."

He turned around and suddenly Arthur was all up in his space, his face mere inches from Eames's. So close that Eames could see nothing but deep brown eyes framed by perfect lashes. He could see the pupils dilate as they stood there breathing each others air.

"I don't know how you did it," Arthur said, barely breathing the words, "I don't know what you did, but for some reason I cannot fathom I want this."

"Want what Arthur?" Eames said, unwilling to let his snark leave, "You have to be specific with me."

"I want you," Arthur said, pressing himself closer to Eames, slotting themselves perfectly against each other, hip to hip and chest to chest. His hands, pale and white and spindly, framed Eames's face, the thumbs brushing ever so slightly across those luscious lips. Eames, taking a chance, parted his lips slightly and breathed warm, moist air over those digits, his own hands grasping at Arthur's waist. Arthur took a shuddering breath before moving his fingers away and pressing his mouth against those lips. His hands slid down to Eames's broad shoulders and pulled them closer together.

The kiss was soft, gentle, almost hesitant. No rush of raging lust commanded them. It was a kiss to familiarize yourself with your partners mouth, to find the places that make them moan, to lick and suck you way in. A kiss to pour your love and passion into.

They separated, faces flushed and breathless. Eames leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, a snarky grin on his face.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for that," he said softly.

"I think I have an idea," Arthur sighed, "God I want you so much."

"Patience, darling," Eames laughed, "We are in your work place. Wouldn't want you to get fired, now would we?"

"I suppose not," Arthur pouted.

"I love you," Eames said, knowing it was too early to make such declarations, but Eames knew that Arthur needed to hear those words, even if Arthur didn't know it himself.

"Eames..." Arthur's face was pleading. Too soon, it was too soon. Arthur didn't know love yet, he didn't know what to do, what to say. Eames had to know about Arthur's flaw before they got any further. Arthur didn't deserve the love Eames was giving him.

"Don't say it," Eames lifted his hands and smoothed his thumbs over Arthur's cheekbones, "One day you will love me back."

"That will be a long time from now."

"I have patience."

"Someone else can love you now."

"But I love you, and I will wait for you, because that's what you do when you're in love."

Arthur crumbled and fell into Eames's arms, holding him tight for all he was worth. Eames just held him tight, running his fingers through dark hair and whispering sweet words of encouragement while Arthur sobbed.

Cobb came into the bookstore not five minutes after Eames and Arthur ran to the backroom. Walking with him was a stunning woman, with dark curls and smoky eyes. She had a bright smile on her face and walked with grace and purpose. Ariadne felt as if she should be curtsying in her presence.

"Yusuf, Ariadne," Cobb greeted them warmly, "This is my wife, Mal. Mal, this is Yusuf and Ariadne."

"A pleasure to meet you," Mal smiled, "Dom has told me such great things about you both."

"Pleasure is all mine," Yusuf said, "Dom really struck gold when he found you."

"That I did," Cobb smiled, his arm around Mal's waist.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow," Ariadne said.

"Yes, but my father insisted I come home sooner," Mal sighed, "I suspect he was tired of my complaining because I haven't seen my children in a week."

"Your children are precious," Ariadne said, "I've been reading with them when they come with your husband."

"Thank you," Mal smiled, "They weren't any trouble, were they?"

"Absolutely not," Ariadne said.

"They like her," Yusuf said, "They are absolute terrorists to me."

"Perhaps they have good judgment of character," Ariadne said sweetly.

Cobb laughed at that, pressing his lips to Mal's head and she laughed daintily while Yusuf stood flabbergast.

"Where is Arthur?" Mal asked, "I am eager to meet the man who can change Eames's behavior."

"You know Eames?" Ariadne asked, curious to the life of this adorable couple.

Mal told them the stories of their adventures across the states before Phillipa. All the messes the three of them would get caught up in and the things they did. Then the wedding and Phillipa. During one particular story of Eames trying to stop Phillipa from crying because she got a little brother instead of a little sister the backdoor opened and Eames and Arthur stepped out, faces flushed and smiling faces, their hands clasped tightly together.

"So this is Arthur," Mal grinned, "Dom, you never told me he was such a looker."

Arthur flushed and Eames laughed, pulling him closer and dropping a kiss to his forehead, muttering words that no one heard.

"I'm Mal, Dom's wife," she explained, "I have been waiting a long time to meet you, Arthur Callahan."

"Likewise," Arthur nodded his head.

"But if you dare hurt Eames, I will come haunt you," Mal said, "He is like a brother to me and I won't have you break his heart."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Arthur swore, "I think he'd break my heart first anyway."

"Then he would answer to me," Ariadne said, undaunted by her small stature.

"You think you can take me on Ari?" Eames laughed, "You have go another thing coming."

"I own a glock and 12 gauge shotgun," Ariadne said, "I think I can take you on."

"She's not joking," Yusuf shook his head in terror, "She beat me at the shooting range."

"Well I'm not planning on breaking anyone's hearts," Eames looked at Arthur with such love that the others could feel it, "Except perhaps Cobb, because he owes me a trip to the gay bar."

"Oh no..."