loadedparadox | Getting on a jet plane

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Getting on a jet plane

What: Leaving for Vegas
Who: With

eamesofdreams
Warnings: None currently

Arthur had taken a lot of time preparing that morning. Shaving carefully, taking his time so it was perfect. Hair slicked back. His suit steamed and smooth as he slid into it, preparing for the trip as he tied his tie perfectly. Shoes polished, taking a moment to brush them down one last time.

Taking the time to ensure he had everything just so in his carry on bag, he wheeled it out into the living room. The pets were at the kennel, everything else was packed and with the movers, and now they just had the flight back to the States, to Vegas.

Dressed impeccably in a midnight black suit with faint pinstriping and matching onyx shirt with the same color tie, he took a deep breath, calming himself.

"Ariadne? Eames? We ready?"

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"Or lord you two." She snickered, slipping her heels back on. "You both just have to realize. I have two men in my life, who I plan on making speechless. Many a times over."

A quick look up at both of them, she smirked, glancing around a moment. Before quickly leaning up, and placing a chaste kiss on each of them. "Your girlfriend wants coffee before the flight." She teased, spinning on balls of her feet, making her way to the coffee shop.

Eames turns to look at Arthur for all of a second before he's starting to laugh, leaning into his space trying to look serious if not for the way his smile lights up.

"Catch her quick before she starts a riot in the airport."

"Oh we realize it. The airlines and security..."

He grinned, returning the kiss as she turned and walked away. Shaking his head, he glanced at Eames. "Oh, when she misbehaves, I have to be the one to catch her? I'm getting all the work here, because that's my job with you too."

And then, because she brought out things in him, he leaned over and kissed Eames just as Ariadne had, and followed after her, gait quick to catch up with her.

Linking her arm into Arthur's side, before glancing back at Eames, a sly smile on her face as she watched him catch up. "Is it true what they say. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." She asked, tugging him along to the coffee shop. Only trying to show, she honestly was excited about this.

They can probably hear Eames' laughter from behind them, following the pair through the busy airport to the coffee shop.

Proud to be walking along with Ariadne on his arm, smiling broadly as he gazed down on her before glancing back at Eames. "Actually, that only works if I don't have a new digital camera on me."

"Arthur!" She started, brows cocked with a smirk, as she looked back at Eames. "Were you aware, Arthur had a thing about taking pictures of us all in bed?" She called towards Eames, a faint giggle escaping at it.

"And here I thought I was the dirty one."

Eames is already people watching but he catches up at that, falling into line with the pair, "You learn something new every day, hm?"

"I don't remember saying anything about in bed," he noted. "I got the camera for the pictures we took in Paris. I want memories, remember," he said with smile. "I want to have pictures of us, as a couple... trio. Whatever we are," he said with a shy smile.

"We're a family." She replied, linking her other arm with Eames, beaming with joy. "And no matter what you say. I will turn most things dirty, really when so not called for." She smiled at that, a quick shake of her head. "But yeah. I want the memories. And I love that you both do." She finished, wiggling her eyebrows in the direction of a flight attendant that was watching them.

"And hopefully we don't frighten anyone too much before we actually get on the plane, rescheduling would be a terror."

"Of course now she's planted the idea, so those pictures might have to happen," he teased, grinning broadly. He knew others were looking and didn't care. Not with them.

"We're entirely behaving ourselves. You're still dressed and Ariadne hasn't inappropriately commandeered any of the ticket tables so we should be fine."

She bursts into giggles, shaking her head, a blush showing on her cheeks. "Don't think, I didn't think about it." She smirked, her posture straightening as they went.

"And Ariadne did suggest the other day that I needed a warrant for my arrest in France too," he teases, grinning at the pair of them, "Oh and word to the wise, darling. She wants to be initiated into the mile high club."

"Oh I'm sure you've thought it a dozen times since we got he..." He stopped dead in his tracks, brow arching. "And we have to do that on this flight, international, with the security planes have now given two of us are wanted in several European nations?" Okay, so maybe that was him, though France wasn't one of them.

All Ariadne could do was stop, covering her face in embarrassment. Or more hiding the fact, that she was truly beat red, from the whole idea here. Attempting to hide her giggles, she just shook her head, taking a deep breath.

"I will behave. I swear. I'll save that, for when we go to Minnesota, with the tickets Eames got me." She giggled, her eyes squeezing shut, before regaining some composure and making her way in line of the coffee shop. Leaving the two alone a moment.

He watches her go, nudging Arthur with his elbow, expression suddenly soft and careful, like he's not sure what to say or how to treat this situation. With a pause, he inhales,

"Are you all right, love?"

Arthur watched he walk away. For a long moment he said nothing before sighing. "The laughter is she's okay with it and not upset with what I said, right?" He still wasn't sure about those things and worried he'd upset her.

"And I'm fine. Really. Just.. " He shook his head. "Nothing I should worry about. I haven't been back since I was nineteen and already there are some making noise that I'll stay. Never a desire to,' he muttered softly.

"She's fine, she seems excited, hm? I think she's more hearty then we give her credit for, she's strong."

Eames doesn't really go for affection when there are other's around, especially not when he doesn't want to make Arthur uncomfortable so he simply brushes his hand against his, calm, "We'll be with you the whole way, hm? You're not doing this alone."

"She's steel wrapped in velvet," he said, conviction in his tones. "Deadly and beautiful. She owns us," he said with a grin.

That touch made Arthur relax a bit, rubbing his fingers back against Eames'. "I wouldn't go if not for you both. When we go to the cemetery... I'll do my best not to pull away." But he knew he would. He knew it.

"Darling, you pull away as much as you need to, hm? That's different from normal. You can have your moment, and we'll be there when you're done, when you leave we'll be right there to pull you back in, yes?"

He leans in, like someone trying to overcome the noise of the airport and to everyone else it would look like just that, Eames angling his body so they can't see the brush of his lips against Arthur's cheek as he moves to talk, "I love you. You're not alone anymore."

He considered that, considered that he would be going to the cemetery for the first time in his life but he could do this. "I don't want to lock either of you out," he admitted, leaning into Eames as he moved closer.

Closing his eyes, fingers curling around Eames' wrist. "Love you too," he murmured, nearly smiling. "If... The man I am around them isn't like the man either of you know. Not even the one you tortured for five years," he admitted softly. "I'll try and curb that but there's a chance..."

He offers Arthur the smallest smile, but it doesn't make it any less sincere, as his hands drift to Arthur's tie, tidying him up even though not a bit of him is out of place.

"Then wear it like a suit if you have to. That man - you can be him if that's how you'll get through this, we're not going to go running for the hills. It's just another of your equisitely tailored jackets, darling. And at the end of the day you'll come home to just us and take it off."

It was such a kind gesture, sweet and tender. He smiled as Eames did it, knowing he didn't have an issue with his tie and he could only imagine what Eames was thinking.

"Why weren't you like this years ago," he asked, leaning in and brushing his lips to Eames' and not caring who saw. "Oh wait, so we could find Ariadne first, that's right." Smiling as he offered his hand. "Let's collect our girl."

He smiles as he smoothes out Arthur's collar and takes that hand, wrapping their fingers together gently. "We just needed that last puzzle piece, hm? The unruly one who's going to get us both arrested by airport security and love it."

He smile widens back into his mischevious grin, "Come on before she consumes too much coffee because I'm leaving you to deal with the aftermath."

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