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

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Catch-all post; starters within. PM this journal or PP FiremanSam if you wanna plot something out!

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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?"

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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."

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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..."

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"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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.