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Arthur ([personal profile] specifiercity) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2017-06-12 02:12 pm
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[a catchall for june; prompts will be added to the top post as I write them!]

Arthur spends most of his time with the door closed now, but quite often one can find him in the kitchen staring down the coffee maker as he waits for it to finish brewing. He's drinking more and more of it these days, which is fucking up his sleep, which just necessitates more coffee so he can sit and worry endlessly about all the shit that's going on right now. He's almost wearing a groove in the floor where the shortest distance from his makeshift office to the kitchen is, and while he'll answer the door if knocked, one may have better luck stopping him in the hallway or the aforementioned kitchen while he has a fresh mug in his hands.

Arthur's even groggier than usual when he wakes up the night after the rave. He didn't go, of course, but it feels like he hasn't had enough sleep. The reason why becomes clear when he turns his head, sees another person in his bed, and remembers the scene several hours ago when "Kathryn" showed up at his door and managed to find her way into Arthur's bed without much input from Arthur himself. It's not that he minds, but the additional fogginess of the morning is not welcome, and it takes a few extra minutes of laying in bed frowning before he finally concedes and gets out of bed in search of coffee. It's late for him but he has nothing he absolutely has to get done today so he takes his time, grabbing some coffee and getting his laptop out to read the news while he waits for Eames to rise out of bed.

It only took a little bit of back-and-forth to get this meeting set up. Once it became clear that Hillingdon was going to try to hold Richmond going forward he wanted to make sure everyone was on the same page, and that meant talking to Islington to make sure they'll show up if Hillingdon needs help maintaining control.

Their meeting place is a rented office space just outside of Islington territory. Arthur has a few of these that he rents by the week or by the month when he needs to meet with clients for his day job or for things like this, when Hillingdon House wouldn't be appropriate.

The days are getting longer, so Arthur suggests something well into the evening. He knows Jean-Claude probably has his fair share of Daylight jewellery, but he figures it's only polite, and the street he looks out on is bustling with activity as people head out to the bars or come back from dinner. It's a nice background noise as he sits there half an hour ahead of time reviewing some notes he's made.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-12 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Eames doesn't wake up for another few hours, and he's not feeling so hot about that decision when he does. Usually Eames is a morning person, someone who's awake when he wakes up, but right now he feels awful and he groans and presses his face into the pillow in protest of this whole being awake situation. It doesn't smell like his pillow though, and Eames lifts his head and squints at the room until he realises where he is. (And how he appears to be using the entirety of the covers.)

The least surprising thing so far is when he gets out of bed and realises he's naked, though the fact that his clothes from last night seem to be everywhere would be amusing if Eames' head wasn't throbbing and his tongue didn't feel like fat sandpaper, and he gathers them all onto a chair with a tired sigh and a sweep of his hand. Helping himself to one of Arthur's baggier t-shirts in the meantime while he tries to get his head on right.

What feels like about 20 years later, Eames finally comes out of the bedroom, footsteps slow and lazy and he calls (well, croaks) Arthur's name tiredly with a follow-up, "you still home?"
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-12 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He makes a face like that's the best thing he's ever heard and heaves a sigh that's like all the tension rolling off him, and he nods, reaching to take the mug with one hand and put the other on Arthur's waist.

"Thank you."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-12 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't even remember the last time I had a hangover." Eames frowns down at the mug in his hand and slips his fingers under Arthur's waistband to drag him to the couch so they can sit, because standing is horrible and he doesn't want to do it anymore.

"How embarrassing was I last night?" He's pretty sure the answer is 'very'.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-12 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Eames tucks easily against Arthur's side, lazily resting his head on Arthur's shoulder and closing his eyes with an amused snort. "Was it good though?"
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Now I know you're fucking with me," he says with a tired laugh, opening his eyes long enough to take a sip of coffee and settling back after. A slow morning is what he's been needing for a while, and with the dull ache in his head it's even better, "Kathryn sings like a cat that's been stepped on."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I remember thinking about food." So that's a no.

It'd probably come back to him if he really thought about it, but Eames isn't interested in that right now. This is warm and cosy and Arthur smells nice, and Eames turns himself a little to press himself tighter to Arthur's side with a soft sigh. "I must've come here for sex, but obviously that didn't happen."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Eames hums softly, pleased with this attention, and lifts his head to nose tiredly at Arthur's jaw.

"Drunk kids and mild property damage mostly."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't see anything worse than some graffiti and smashed windows," he says tiredly, knowing it's not a great answer but it's far from being as bad as it could be. "Nothing that can't be fixed inside of a business week."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
He's not the only one, but Eames doesn't want to think about that right now when it's taking up every other fucking minute of his life. Eames frowns, sighing in response, and he moves to sit side-on in Arthur's lap. Because how can he think about all of that with someone who looks like Kathryn sitting on him.

"Can we think about something else?" Eames frowns up at Arthur, "this is nice." And he really, really needs that.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Eames settles with his head on Arthur's chest, but at this point he knows Arthur too well and sighs after leaving it for a minute or two.

"You're still thinking about it."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't," Eames says, pulling back to look up at Arthur and put his (mostly) finished coffee aside, "I can blame you for not paying enough attention to the beautiful woman sitting in your lap though."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. Here he is looking amazing and sitting in Arthur's lap wearing just one of his shirts, and he's busy stressing about something else. Fair enough, Eames isn't up to any funny business right now, but that's still unacceptable.

So here's what Eames is going to do about it. He's going to take Arthur's face in both hands and lean up to kiss him right on his stupid, handsome mouth.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-13 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Eames is generally pleased with this, scooting closer on Arthur's lap to press against him a little and loop his arms about his neck, and he exhales a happy sigh through his nose.

"God I wish I didn't feel too nauseous for sex right now," he murmurs against Arthur's lips. It's always a sad day when he's not DTF.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I just got comfortable," Eames frowns at Arthur, but he stays sat upright instead of leaning against him since apparently he has to get up again now. Truth be told he'd probably fall asleep here anyway, but that's not the point.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-14 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine, fine," he sighs and slips off Arthur's lap to go back to the bedroom. He's obviously not feeling great about moving but it's not as horrible as it was when he woke up at least, so that's something.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-14 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
He might feel like shit, but Eames still has a healthy appreciation for Arthur's body and watches him get undressed first before he pulls off the shirt he'd borrowed and climbs into bed after him, letting himself be manoeuvred however to get comfortable with a soft sigh and closed eyes.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-15 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Eames hums to the affirmative, head settled in the crook of Arthur's neck with another soft sigh, and he absently takes one of Arthur's hands to move it to a breast before he lets himself start to drift off. It just feels nicer that way.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-15 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
He's too tired to register this as odd right now, all Eames knows is he's comfortable and Arthur smells good and he's already half asleep when he responds with a very eloquent, "what?"
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-15 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he says tiredly, "it's comfortable."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-15 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Well if there's no more questions Eames is going to sleep, and he's going to sleep like a log until someone (Arthur) makes him wake up. He even cuddles up a bit more in his sleep, as if it's even possible, and snores a little into his chest.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-06-29 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Nope. Unacceptable. He's very comfortable and his pillow is trying to move and that's not cool by Eames. He groans in general displeasure, nuzzling in a little closer in protest.
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[personal profile] baisant 2017-06-25 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Claude does have quite a lot of Daylight jewelry at this point in his life, but at the same time he appreciates the sentiment, and he's never one to turn down a good atmosphere for dramatics.

The insisting on meeting at the office space had been something of a surprise, but Jean-Claude had taken it in stride. He understands why the other man had insisted on doing so, after all, and it's smart. It puts the pair of them on somewhat level ground. At least as far as a vampire and a hunter can be.

Jean-Claude is exactly on time to their meeting, as promised, stepping into the appointed space with a smile and an inquisitively raised eyebrow. "I hope I have not kept you waiting," he asks, nevertheless.
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[personal profile] baisant 2017-06-28 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Claude inclines his head at the other man in response to the invitation, before taking the offered seat. Or perhaps pouring himself into the seat would be more accurate to say.

"I must admit," Jean-Claude drawls, as he folds his legs in front of himself, "you surprised me with your invitation. It is not so often that vampires and hunters cross paths with peaceful intent."
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[personal profile] baisant 2017-06-30 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
He does know the proverb, and it brings a smile to his mouth as well. As does the way that Arthur averts his eyes as he does as well, for that matter.

"Does that mean that we are friends, monsieur?" Jean-Claude asks the other man, quirking his smile wider in response. "I must say, I am touched that you think so. Though I do not think our budding relationship is why you have asked me here, alas."