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u r crap @ sexting. hasnt ari taught u yet? i must have a word with her. ;). n incase u wer wondering, i heart u 2. now back to thinkin abt ur arse.

Funny, it was your ass I was fantasizing about those three years and not mine. That and those lips. Told you I spent too much time thinking about them.

And I don't sext. Three. Years. With. Cobb. Who the hell was I sexting in that time? Also, that is a dumb word.

[There's a long pause before the next one.]

Remember the day I fell off the deck at Mal's? I was so caught up imagining bending you over the rail and screwing you senseless than I literally walked off the deck. Better?

i didnt come up with the term love. and thats not 2 much time. u shuld tell me more

[There's another text through after the first]

jesus, that -

[Apparently Eames can't help keyboard smash because the rest of the text comes immediately after]

bugger me. rly? the rail? u looked gorgeous that day. u kept smiling and i wanted 2 drag u away and make u smile like that all by myself

Really? Three years isn't long? Feels like forever when I'm trying not to think about you and that rail. And the front hallway.

And when we had to change in that tiny little bathroom on the Henderson job and I was turned away and pretending not to watch... and could see you in the reflection of the papertowel holder.

Bugger you? That was rather than goal. At least in my head. Your shirt kept riding up on one side when you bent over to look over the yard.

I kept wanting to bite that spot while jerking down your trousers.

[It would be undignified to keyboard smash and excuse himself to the nearest bathroom so Eames does what any good man would do and texts him back]

u wer looking? n i thought i was the deviant in this relationship. like wat u saw?

[A beat and then another text] rite then and there? out in the open like that?

Telling me you never looked? Never stole a glance? Definitely loved the view. Love the line of your shoulders.

If we hadn't been at Mal's, with the kids, I would have. Maybe. I wanted to. Thought about taking you a lot.

wer u as desperate for it as I was, darling?

Past tense? I still am. But then I was. I would hold it all in and couldn't let myself look at you sometimes because I couldn't think.

No, I could think. About everything involving you and nudity and why am I the one confessing... Oh right. Meeting. Poor thing.

i think they think im a bit thick. silly english man cant remember his words mm? but il just tell them its bcause ive got the hottest fucking thing tell me all sorts of wicked ideas.

Fuck them. Let them say something like that to you and let me here.

I worry if I tell you more, you'll pass out. Should be stretched out on the bed like I am.

ur in bed? y did u not inform me of this sooner?

Just moved in here. Sitting on the sofa got uncomfortable.

What would knowing that change?

bcause now im picturin u all spread out and txting me wicked wicked things love

Still dressed. Though a lot of my fantasies usually have me still dressed. You, not so much.

what do i have 2 do 2 hear about this?

Ask nicely?

plz arthur darling take pity on me and impart some of ur wisdom?

Yes, be a smart ass. That'll encourage me to share my fantasies.

wat i could do wit that arse shuld b encouragement enuf.

Edited 2011-02-04 01:22 (UTC)

Maybe I should have you tell me. Share back and forth.

[There's a pause and then another text.]

Used to think about the meetings. You stripped down, on your knees and taking full advantage of those lips.

remember phillips? wenever he'd buzz around you id want to push u into that damn alcove and bite that glorious neck of urs. so hed stop bcause u belonged to me.

...

Phillips? Wait, really? No.

Really?

oi. he was a right tosser. a dickhead of the highest order. but yes.

I know that but... He was after me?

IS THAT WHY YOU BROKE HIS NOSE?!

he wasnt being v. polite about u arthur. there is a difference between teasing and being an absolute arsehole who needs their dick removed. which i wuld hav gladly done.

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