There's still a dog here, and he tries to wiggle his snout under one of Arthur's hands because nobody here is paying attention to him but they're touching eachother and that is unacceptable.
Eames huffs a small laugh at Boxer's behaviour and pulls back to look at Arthur's face, "I can't turn it off." He shakes his head, frowning a little, "believe me, I'd much rather stay in bed with you then be down here fretting about everything."
Arthur's distracted temporarily, scratching Boxer's ear again to keep him satisfied. When he looks back up at Eames his eyebrows are knit together in sympathy.
"I know. I appreciate it," he says softly, leaning back in to nose at Arthur's face a little more and try and coax him into a kiss. Because if Arthur's going to leave he'd at least like to get some of that action in first.
Arthur wraps his arms around Eames' neck, happily pressing his whole body against Eames. He tends to feel extra affectionate first thing in the morning, and it's nice to indulge that once in a while. Especially with someone as comfortable as Eames.
Eames grins a little into the kiss, winding his arms around Arthur with a gently pleased noise, and nipping a little at his bottom lip when he pulls back to speak quietly.
"You sure you have to go?" He asks, because he's the worst at good timing.
Arthur sighs and scratches lightly at the base of Eames' neck. He doesn't really have anything to do immediately but he had already mentally prepared himself to leave and go start the day. Still it's nice to stay.
"Because..." Eames drawls, bringing his hands around to Arthur's hips like he's planning to try and jostle him back to bed, "I could stand to do this for a while."
"You're impossible," Arthur tells him, but the corner of his mouth is tugging into a smirk. It doesn't take long for him to say, "I'll stay," as he's leaning in for another quick kiss. It wouldn't have taken much to convince him anyway.
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Eames huffs a small laugh at Boxer's behaviour and pulls back to look at Arthur's face, "I can't turn it off." He shakes his head, frowning a little, "believe me, I'd much rather stay in bed with you then be down here fretting about everything."
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"If I knew how to help you I would."
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"You sure you have to go?" He asks, because he's the worst at good timing.
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"I don't have to," he admits.
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