undergrounds | [catch-all] For when then and there, there will be enough.

Yet another sigh. Arthur's slumped kind of like being mad made him tired. "Did you really think I'd just be immediately back on board once you told me?" he asks. He holds up his hand after a beat to indicate that he has a follow-up question: "Also, are you saying it's still on the table for you?"

Eames just gives Arthur a Look as if to say 'have you met me?' It's not like he's going to have any stronger feelings about not getting any than mild disappointment, but it's also still almost always on the table for him.

Arthur sighs and looks down at his drink. On one hand, Kathryn is beautiful and he already knows Eames is good in the sack, plus Arthur's interested to see just how Eames handles having what he assumes is at least mostly a different setup. On the other hand, this is fucking weird. But it's not like he's never done anything weird, just never this particular weird thing. Probably. Guess he doesn't know that for sure.

God, that's a rabbit hole he really doesn't want to go down. Instead of thinking about that any more he takes a long swig of his drink and then puts the beer down on the table in front of him. "Well," he says, "let's get out of here, at least."

Eames raises an eyebrow at that, but he doesn't object, he just finishes his wine before putting the glass down and gives Arthur a curious look. Obviously on board, but there are still some questions worth asking.

"You want to get out of here with Kathryn, or...?"

It probably says a lot about him that 'do you want me to get back into character?' doesn't strike him as the least bit strange to ask.

It takes Arthur a second to figure out what Eames means, as his first thought is that Eames is going to shift back to himself if Arthur says no. But once he thinks about it for a moment he shrugs. Forgive him if he's not 100% committed to the role playing thing just yet.

"I'm leaving here with you," he says, "but you can act like whoever you want."

"Fair enough," it's not like this is his thing, but if Arthur's thinking about it, he doesn't want the cognitive dissonance to be too much for him to get into it. Nobody's gonna enjoy that.

They can cross that bridge when they come to it. For now, Eames stands and smooths down his shirt with a sigh, "well then. Shall we?"

He takes another long drink, as much as he can get to make this beer somewhat worth the money. Once he finishes that, he puts the beer back down on the table and stands up as well. He gives Eames a bit of a wry smile and gestures to the door.

"After you."

After him indeed, and the corner of Eames' mouth twitches in a small smile of his own before he heads out ahead of Arthur. He lets out a bit of a pleased sigh at the cool breeze outside and sticks his hands in his pockets while he waits for Arthur to join him.

Arthur comes out after Eames and straightens up before he turns down the street toward his apartment. They're fairly close by, because he had been considering the possibility of Kathryn coming back with him. He doesn't try to make conversation, although he does want to ask how the election day went for him, because that would probably be too weird. He doesn't want to talk politics with Eames when he looks like this. At this point he feels like there's only one reason Eames hasn't shifted back, even though he doesn't want to presume, and he'd really like to just get home and get to that.

Well Eames is fine with the quiet, walking alongside Arthur and enjoying the cool air. When they get back to Arthur's, he waits for him to open the door and steps inside, turning to face him with an expectant look on his face. Because Arthur almost certainly has more on his mind he didn't want to discuss in public.

Arthur gets inside and heads straight to the kitchen. He's trying not to act as awkward as he feels, knowing that this person is Eames even if they don't look like Eames, and that he doesn't want to ruin the mood by asking what the parameters are here but seriously what are the parameters here. So he does his best to be casual for right now.

"You want a beer?"

"Love one," Eames says and he heads into the living room to make himself comfortable before Arthur comes back and awkwards this whole thing up.

Arthur grabs two bottles of beer and then comes out to the living room. He puts one in front of Eames and then sits down in one of his armchairs with a sigh. He's silent for a moment, and then he raises an eyebrow at Eames with a gentle frown.

"Do you do this often?"

Eames makes a thoughtful noise, wondering which part of 'this' Arthur's referring to, but it's probably the whole 'picking someone up with a fake face' thing.

"Not often?" Eames reaches for the beer and takes a drink, "I try to avoid ending up in situations like this."

Arthur lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head and looking away. "It's weird," he says. "It feels like I should treat you differently, even though I know who you are and I know we've done this before. I mean, that's assuming you'd rather stay like this instead of changing back..."

"Would you rather I stay like this?" Eames raises an eyebrow at him, and there's no mistaking the question for an innocent one-- not with the way his voice lingers on the word 'this' or the way his gaze flits down to Arthur's lips just long enough to be noticeable before he takes another swig of his beer.

The look Arthur gives him makes it pretty obvious that he'd really like to see 'Kathryn' significantly less clothed. It's not lecherous, but it is the kind of look a man much bolder than he would give a beautiful woman from across a bar. He tears his eyes off of him and takes another sip of beer.

"I want you to do whatever you want to do."

Maybe it's frustratingly noncommittal but Arthur doesn't want to be the guy who takes advantage of someone's shapeshifting to have sex with extremely attractive people.

Jesus christ, Eames probably couldn't roll his eyes any harder, but then he shouldn't be surprised. It is Arthur.

Eames shakes his head and puts his beer down, if only so he doesn't have to worry about spilling it when he moves smoothly to straddle Arthur and put his palms flat against his chest.

"How's this for you?"

Arthur smirks, putting one hand on Eames' hip. "This is good," he says, slipping the other hand up to Eames' neck to gently pull him down for a kiss to get things rolling.

And that is where we fade to black.

[catch-all] For when then and there, there will be enough.

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