Making his way back to the table, Arthur was glad to sit down. His legs felt weak, the drink was thankful and the new course was waiting for them. He wasn’t even sure about eating, though he took a bite.
He paused though, watching Eames cross the room. How had he ignored him for so long, not noticed so much about him. The length of his legs, the broadness of his shoulders. He couldn’t help but think about undressing him, slow but sure, taking his time. He smiled as Eames approached. “I’m daydreaming about undressing you,” he admitted.
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Date: 2012-06-13 11:31 pm (UTC)He paused though, watching Eames cross the room. How had he ignored him for so long, not noticed so much about him. The length of his legs, the broadness of his shoulders. He couldn’t help but think about undressing him, slow but sure, taking his time. He smiled as Eames approached. “I’m daydreaming about undressing you,” he admitted.