Arthur jerked awake as an attendance pulled up his seat. She excuses herself for waking him up and said that they will be landing in a few. He stared out the small window and watched the city of London coming closer into view. The plane dips down slowly and shakily. Shakes once more before it hit the ground. The plane went quiet, only the chatter of the people. He waited impatiently as the others for the flight attendance to finally open the doors. He shifts around a bit on his sit, checking his watch. 5:13 am in New York. 10:13 pm, here, in London. He let out a weary sigh. He heard the doors open and the people begun to stand up. Arthur straightens his back as he got off his sit. He made his way out of the airplane into the airport. After a half an hour, he finally left the airport with a cappuccino in his hands. He glances around for a taxi. He had been to London a couple of times, of course, but only to change flights. He grabbed cabbie and was off to a hotel in the city.

Arthur thanked the receptionist of the Langham Hotel and headed up to his room. He entered the lovely hotel room. It was probably the one of the largest suits they had and Arthur almost felt ridicules. Dom had already booked this room (practically an apartment, even a bit bigger) with his own money as some kind of thank you. Arthur sighed, shaking his head as enter the living quarters. This had a small table with three chairs and above it was a small beautiful chandelier. Living space with three armchairs and a large coach and large windows circling the room.

"Jesus Christ, Dom." He cursed. Searching for the bedroom. He opened a door. And. Well, the room was just as grand as the hotel. A four poster bed with large deep crimson curtain and the place was dimly lighted, almost romantic-like.

He places his suitcase and the cappuccino on the dresser. He slipped out of his brown jacket, placing it neatly on a nearby chair. Loosens his black tie. He opened the bathroom door and entered.

"Of course." He sighs. A bath in the middle of the room. He went to one of the sinks and turn on the faucet. Splashes cold water on his face in hopes that it'll help him awaken. Droplets trailed down his throat when his cell phone bleeps a couple times. He flipped it open as he left the bathroom.

Eames: Darling, A little birdie told me you are in London. Why haven't you told me? I'm hurt.

Arthur rolled his eyes, wondering if he should even answer. Ah, shit, Eames would probably keep texting him until he replies back.

Arthur: Ariadne told you, right? I knew I can't trust her.

Eames: Aw, you can! I had to really squeeze info from her. Took me days! Now tell me, why haven't you?

Arthur sighed, grabbing his cold cappuccino and gulped it down. Eames and He have... an odd relationship. Arthur fucked it up. He, while looking down at the street from his room's window, grimaced at the memories. He remembers the exact date, what he wore, (Especially) what Eames wore and where it happened. Rainy September evening, they were at a bar/club somewhere in downtown Montreal.

The bass beat was low and Arthur started getting a headache. This was the brilliant idea of Eames. After a rough job, Arthur knew he would need to relax and have a couple drinks before he leaves for L.A. Eames drag him here instead. 'Too loud.' Arthur thought miserably. He looked at Eames, who was obviously enjoying the irritating music, bobbing his head to it.

"Because We. Are. Your friends. You. Never been alone again! Well come on! Well come on! Well come on!" He sings loudly. Arthur, out of embarrassment, shoved him. Eames stops at once.

"Will you stop? Why did you bring me here?" He cried over the music. Eames smiles, inching his way towards the uptight arse. A mix of alcohol and smokes. It was uncomfortable close but Arthur didn't move. He just stared at him, glowering.

Music after music, more people left their tables to dance. Waitress brings more drinks. Arthur mumbled 'Thank-you' before taking his glass of the golden liquid and gulped it down in one single time. Eames pulled a face, shaking his head.

"You have to relax! Darling, it'll help. It shows. You look tense. The way you sit, straight back, shoulders leveled. The way you dress for tonight. Double-breasted jacket with bloody cufflinks!" He said, grabbing hold of Arthur's wrist to examines it. Arthur pulled back, narrowing his eyes. But Eames smiles that panty-dropping smile of his. "Shall we dance?" He suggested with a wink. Arthur's straight face cracked. A smile spread and started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Never in his life have he laughed this much. Or maybe he thought it was. He didn't care if it wasn't. Just that look Eames made. Clutching his stomach, dimples shows. Eames felt like he should be insulted but Arthur's adorable dimples was too damn distracting. Maybe the drinks finally are getting in his head.

"So, you brought me here to... To... Woo me?" Arthur said, laughing.

"Well, is it working?"

Arthur stopped laughing and stared at him. Eames stared at him with his half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips. His whole body language was screaming with want. Tension between them was getting thick. The sound of the music and chatter surrounded them but they paid no attention. So close, breath mingled. Eames couldn't handle it. It was practically intoxicating to be so near to this... beautiful, intelligent, witty, elegant person. In the moment, Eames leans in, pressing his lips on Arthur's. Arthur acted quickly, eagerly kissing back. Eames choked out a moan as Arthur bit his bottom lips. He shifts his body as he kisses Arthur even deeper. His lips manage to trail down Arthur's jaw line towards his neck, biting and licking.

"No... Not h-here... E-Eames..." Arthur stuttered out, pulling Eames' hair, eyes close tightly.

No, they went back to the hotel room and Arthur missed his flight and not only that but waking up that morning was very awkward and unpleasant for him. He felt strong arms wrapped around his waist. He jumped out quickly and saw a very naked Eames. In. His. Bed.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" Arthur cried, grabbing his wrinkled pants off the floor. He threw the blanket at Eames, waking him up.

"Darling, I was sleeping." Eames mumbled through the pillow.

"Fuck you!" Arthur snarling at the English.

"Already? I thought you had enough last night. But if you insist..." He pulled himself up.

"Stop! No! Eames, you fucking used me! I would never had..." Arthur groaned, his nails dragged through his hair. "No, never mind. I have to catch another plane. We'll have this another time." He said, before he entered the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, Arthur peeked out and notice he was alone and couldn't help but sigh in relief.

Since then, Arthur made sure that he will never talk to Eames about that. Actually never really talked to him since. He knew he was stupid for taking such a cowardly and stupid way out but he could not face him. Couldn't face his smug face and a look that says 'Yup, I fucked you'. He never wanted his relationship with Eames be this complicated.

Arthur: Slipped my mind.

Eames: Bollocks.

A/N: So, I hope it was good. I did a shit load of research on London because, for a matter of fact, I never actually visit. Yup, I used Google Maps and started to look up shops, parks, Langham Hotel, ect, ect. I had to stop there because I wanted it to be kept 1k or lower for each chapter. Also, Links to the beautiful hotel room that i hopefully described well. It's was called The Infinity Suite.

Okay, cool, thanks for reading and hopefully even giving me a review. Post part 2 as soon as possible.

I don't use betas. Jus sayin'