For the If You Dare Challenge on the HPFC.
— Prompt & Prompt Number: A Nine Iron, Prompt 061
"Is that a—" Eames still manages to sound amused as he ducks, narrowly avoiding the golf club swinging over his head in the dark. "For God's sake, put that down. It's just me, you idiot."
"Eames?" The club drops with a loud clang as Arthur reaches for the light switch on the wall. "For fuck's sake. I could have killed you."
Eames grins, his hands up in faux surrender. "With a golf club?"
"Yes, with a golf club. Why can't you ever just knock? You know, like a normal person." But there's no bite in Arthur's tone, and he steps aside. Eames takes the opportunity to slip into the kitchen, where he immediately sets about boiling the jug. Arthur, clearly amused, continues, "You could even just send a text."
"But then I'd lose the element of surprise, darling."
Arthur laughs, leaning over the kitchen counter. "Or—and I'm just throwing out wild ideas here—you could just use your key."
"Ah. Yes. That."
"If you don't use it, I might just have to take it back," Arthur sing-songs.
Eames feigns shock. "You would never."
Arthur watches as Eames rummages through the fridge for the milk. It's a welcome and familiar sight. And so, he can't help himself when—maybe too sincerely—he says quietly, "True. I would never."