[Meatball Parade on loop for 10 hours]

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Catchall for Eames to keep clutter to a minimum! As always, PM or PP to chat it up, or just throw a starter down I'm probably amenable.

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Either way Arthur doesn't respond, focusing on his coffee instead.

"You get any sleep?" he asks.

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"Well I woke up," he says slowly over the rim of his mug, not being sarcastic but more like he's trying to figure out the answer to a mystery here, "so I can only assume that I slept at least a little."

Between that answer and the roughness of his voice, it's safe to say however much sleep he got was not a lot.

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It occurs to Arthur that it might be appropriate to say something empathetic here, but he pushes that ridiculous thought away quickly.

"I won't be in your way too long," he says instead.

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Eames considers that with a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgment, mostly focusing on getting this caffeine in him as fast as possible with how hot the damn drink is.

Rubbing his eyes again, he clears his throat and looks at Arthur with a raised eyebrow. Trying to just make himself feel more, well, like himself in tone, but the sentiment is still true.

"You don't have to go."

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Arthur smiles wryly, and there's a touch of tired in his expression as well. "It's not like I want to," he says. "I'm just saying, if you need space."

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That's considerate, and Eames appreciates it, and maybe he could say something to communicate that. A thank you or a general request for Arthur to stay.

Instead he tilts his head a little with a smirk and says, "who else am I going to try and sweet talk into making me breakfast?"

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Arthur laughs, charmed.

"Well, whenever you're ready to start sweet talking."

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"Well you are very handsome," Eames says with a smile over his mug before he finishes his coffee and puts the mug aside. (Fast? Nah.) "And some might say you're pretty good at most things you do."

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"Only most?" Arthur asks, leaning in just a little bit. He puts his coffee aside as well, in anticipation of needing his hands to put them on Eames.

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"Some others might say all," he grins. He's not one of those hypothetical others, but he highly doubts Arthur wants or expects him to be anyway. Still, he lingers on the way he says 'all' as if to imply that he might be. And maybe that when he refers to 'things Arthur does' it's not quite so innocent as it might seem at first.

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Arthur definitely doesn't expect Eames to think he's good at everything - part of why he likes being around him is because he challenges him - but that's not the important part here. He turns on his side a little to face Eames a little more squarely.

"I think the sweet talking has to get a little more specific before I feel inspired to make you breakfast."

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"No pity for a man who's barely slept?" Eames says in faux-dismay, shaking his head a little.

"You've been so helpful until now," he drops his voice a little, "so cognisant of my needs..." This is astoundingly difficult when the vast majority of his thoughts are how badly he wants to sleep, but Eames will power through. He will embarrass himself if it gets Arthur to bring him food. Eames licks his lips, glancing down at the space between them and then back to Arthur's face before he continues, "and a man who cooks is very attractive."

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Arthur laughs again, a little more bashful this time, as he holds up his hand to rest on Eames' chest. "Okay, okay," he murmurs as he leans in, "I've heard enough."

Then he goes for it, closing the rest of the distance to kiss Eames softly, do what he's wanted to do all morning. It's been a struggle not to until now.

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Ah, success. Eames smiles and hums lightly, lifting a hand to cup the side of Arthur's face. His other hand reaches for Arthur's hip to pull him a little closer-- gently, but he'd really like to feel Arthur's skin against him he thinks.

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Arthur obliges him happily on that front, slipping closer and partially rolling onto him. Eames is always so warm and Arthur already knows it's going to be tough to convince himself to get out of this bed unless Eames comes too.

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Eames slips his hand around to the small of Arthur's back to hold him close, fingertips gently tracing a short line up and down his back. This is nice, surprisingly comfortable, and a welcome distraction from all the other shit going through his head right now.

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Arthur's hand innocently finds its way to Eames' side, lightly running his palm over all the skin that's easily accessible. It's so nice to indulge in the comfort of Eames' body below him, the soft and lazy way he's kissing him, and Eames' warm hands on him. He almost loses track of time like that, letting his mind go blank except for the desire to keep this going as long as possible, but he stops for a moment and rests his forehead against Eames' forehead.

"We'll never eat breakfast at this rate."

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Eames quietly enjoys the weight of Arthur on top of him, running his hands up and down Arthur's back, locking his fingers together at the small of his back with a small laugh when Arthur stops kissing him to speak.

"Maybe you should get off me then," there's an amused lilt to his voice, and he closes his eyes with a soft sigh, "or we could just stay here."

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"I'm torn," Arthur murmurs, giving Eames another kiss. "I'm hungry but I don't want to move."

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He grins and peppers a couple of kisses against Arthur's lips and then nudges Arthur with his knee, moving his hands to rest lightly at Arthur's hips instead.

"Come on. I didn't eat yesterday, remember?"

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Arthur laughs and pulls back a little bit so he can look down at Eames. "Okay, okay," he says, grinning. He raises his eyebrows. "Will you come downstairs with me?"

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"Yeah, yeah." Eames pushes himself up an an elbow with a smile and glances toward the bedroom door, "I should probably feed the dog before he starts scratching at the door."