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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.

You broke a man's nose because he insulted me? Is that what you're telling me?

he was implying u wer nothing more than a posh tart darling. im not repeating what he said. so i broke his nose for him. as a v. nice permanent reminder.

Oh. I see. Well...

Thank you.

I fired him because I thought he hit on you and you punched him.

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