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[a catchall for june; prompts will be added to the top post as I write them!]

1/EARLY TO MID JUNE/HILLINGDON

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.

2/JUNE 15/FOR EAMES/

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.

3/EARLY JUNE/FOR JEAN-CLAUDE

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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"Can you blame me?" Arthur asks, sounding tired. He doesn't want to be fixating on this stuff but he can't really help it, because his future's kind of up in the air right now. In all likelihood things will be fine, but they could also go terribly and that's what keeps him worrying.

"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."

Arthur grins tiredly and nods. "Yeah, that's fair," he says, bringing his hand up to brush Eames' hair away from his face. He is quite beautiful right now and Arthur appreciates that but he's stressed and Eames is hungover and overall it's just hard to focus.

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.

Arthur can't say he's surprised by this but he is still pleased, wrapping his arms around Eames' waist a little tighter and kissing him back slowly. He's so much smaller than he usually is right now and sometimes that's a welcome change, but Arthur's just glad it's a form he's been with before and recognizes. It can be jarring sometimes.

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.

Arthur makes an amused sound in his throat and sits back against the couch. "We can go lay back down if you want. I could use a nap with the kind of week I've been having."

"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.

"Mm, and as much as I'd love for you to sit on me indefinitely, I think the bed would be even more comfortable," he says, raising an eyebrow like he's giving Eames one more chance to get up before he takes some action. He could probably carry him in this form but he'd really rather not.

"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.

Arthur smiles, finding amusement in Eames' pain as they get up and go. It's almost a little bit easier to be affectionate when Eames doesn't look like Eames, even though he never has a moment where he forgets who he's talking to. So when they get back to his room and he takes off his clothes and gets into bed, he reaches out for Eames right away so he can pull him in for some good cuddling.

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.

Arthur pulls Eames close, as if a firmer hug is going to help him will the stress away. He mumbles something along the lines of "that good?" as he closes his eyes and settles in for a good nap.

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.

Arthur frowns. He doesn't move his hand, but he does speak up in obvious confusion, tilting his head down as if to look at Eames.

"What...?"

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?"

"D'you just want me to keep my hand here?" he asks. He's not opposed but still he doesn't really understand what Eames is going for right now.

"Yeah," he says tiredly, "it's comfortable."

Arthur makes some kind of sound indicating that he's going to just roll with whatever's happening here. He's tired enough to take a nap now but he definitely plans on continuing his line of question regarding the party after they rest a little bit.

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.

Well a little more than an hour later Arthur has to pee. There's a problem, though. There's a super strong and fast asleep fae cuddling up to him and it takes a few minutes for Arthur to figure out there's no way for him to get up without express physical permission from Eames.

He settles on shaking Eames' shoulder gently and saying his name quietly.

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.

Shit. Arthur thinks about waiting it out but it won't be long before this gets to a critical moment.

"Eames," he says, with a little more urgency and volume.

Eames groans, but it at least gets his attention, grip loosening some as he comes to.

"What is it?" Why is he being woken up.

"I need to get up," he says, "mother nature demands it."