Getting on a jet plane

[loadedparadox]

What: Leaving for Vegas
Who: With dreamsofmazes and 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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[plagiary]

"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."

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"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.

[plagiary]

"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."

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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..."

[plagiary]

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."

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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."

[plagiary]

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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"How ever could we get in trouble without her," he asked, smiling fondly as he looked around for her.

"OH no. She isn't only my girlfriend when she's hopped up on coffee. You get the good, you get the caffeine moments as well," he teased, realizing how easy it was to talk about them like that. As a trip, all together as one unit. As Ariadne said, family.

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

A medium tea and coffee strategically balancing in one hand, the other hand clinging to her iced mocha, with lots of whip cream, as she slowly nurses it. Ariadne stands brows raised, an amused smile on her face, (Completely smitten) as she watches the other two from the coffee shop. Waiting for them to come rescue her. As she is fairly sure, the drinks make become casualties to the airport gods, if she tries to walk to them.

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The moment Arthur saw her, his face lit up. Not just that she had their caffeine, but the sight of her at all. Letting go of Eames' hand, he swooped in and picked up the cups that he knew was theirs.

"I was beginning to wonder if someone had kidnapped and stuffed you into a suitcase."

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

"Thank you dear." She beamed, cupping her cup between both hands. "Sadly there was this lovely French boy." She smirked, a quick wiggle of her brow. "But alas. He wasn't into a group thing."

Her head canting to the side, she laughed, glancing back at Eames with a smile. "Are we all set to go?"

[plagiary]

"No French boys," Eames tuts, taking his from Arthur as he waggles a finger in her direction, "They're abhorrent."

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"You would know," Arthur said, giving Eames a look. "What was his name? Francois?" He stepped back before he got hit for it.

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

It wasn't Eames that hit Arthur, at least not yet. It was a quick brow raised in Arthur's direction and an amused laugh. And Ariadne was swatting Arthur in the arm. "Play nice, or I will not be above causing a scene." She teased, eying him, as mock serious as she could.

"I tried to sway him to the dark side with cookies." She laughed, a quick wiggle of her brows. "Alas. Not going to happen."

[plagiary]

Eames rolls his eyes in Arthur's direction, but that does nothing to hide how amused he is. He moves closer to Ariande, leaning into her space and pretending to be put upon, "Thank you, Ariadne. Tell him he's never allowed to bring up said french bastard again please."

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"I reserve the right to bring up any man in your pass whom you parade through workspaces just to be an ass," Arthur said cheerfully, taking a drink of his coffee.

"Ariadne, do not defend him from things he brings on himself or he'll never learn."

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Her features softened, as she gave a mock sympathetic pout. "Honey. Was our Eames trying to make you jealous back then?" She asked, a quick bat of the eyelashes.

"And they say us girls play the mind games." She snorted, looking between the two. "Obviously they didn't know you." She teased.

[plagiary]

He just ends up mock glaring at the both of them, crossing his arms and pretending to be upset about it. "That was before I realised he was a twat."

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Arthur chuckled. "We recently compared notes and realized that there were a few times when one of us sabotaged the other. I'm not sure if it was for jealousy, but he was certainly annoying,' Arthur teased, glancing at Eames."

"Are we calling me a twat or Francois?"

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

Hiding her giggles into her straw, eyes focused on the men as she drank. Not wanting to say a word. Only giving them both, her most curious face she could. With of course a tinge of innocence mixed in.

[plagiary]

"Francois. Although he did not like you at all Arthur, he spent most of the time criticising you and calling you names. I think it's just because he blamed you when I refused to marry his useless arse."

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He looked at Ariadne as if pleading his case. "Do you see what I have to put up with?" He tsked, shaking his head. "What I put up with."

[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

Rolling her eyes, attempting to hide her amusement over this all. She just shrugs, attempting to enjoy her mocha as much as possible. "I have nothing to add to this."

[plagiary]

"Can't we just all agree that nobody is allowed to ever talk to a french man?"

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"Writing off an entire country for work? I suppose we can do that." Smiling, amused by the idea. "What about..." He started to ask something, a shadow suddenly seeming to cross his expression. "So... We have about ten minutes before they start loading first class."