Eames turns his head enough to see him, fixes him with a look that's part 'are you serious?' and part 'get on with it'. Huffing out a breath, he pushes back against Arthur's hand.
"I could have you on your back with your ribs broken in two minutes, Arthur. If I wanted to say no to anything, you couldn't force it upon me. So there's nothing to feel guilty about. Are you going to fuck me, or not?"
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Date: 2011-06-01 11:00 am (UTC)"I could have you on your back with your ribs broken in two minutes, Arthur. If I wanted to say no to anything, you couldn't force it upon me. So there's nothing to feel guilty about. Are you going to fuck me, or not?"