“Bloody love you,” Eames whispers in his ear, breathless and hoarse. Arthur shivers and wraps his arms around Eames, scratching his nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. Eames hisses and raises himself up on shaky arms to smile at Arthur. “Our kids will ask questions about the scars you’ve given me.”
“We have plenty of other scars they’ll ask about,” Arthur says, touching the silvery scar on Eames’s shoulder that a bullet left, back before Arthur knew him; running his finger up the foot long scar down Eames’s side that Arthur had to stitch up himself. “You can use your imagination to come up with stories for them.”
“We’ll have to think of something,” Eames agrees. “Though I don’t know how comfortable I am lying to our children.”
“Then we’ll have to become masters of redirection,” Arthur says, pushing Eames up so that he can look at how much of a mess he just left Eames’s back. Each fingernail has left a deep scratch, red and bloody, and it looks beautiful. Arthur smiles, feeling pleased and proprietary, and leans forward to bite Eames’s neck and leave another mark.
“I’m already a master of redirection,” Eames reminds him as he shivers under Arthur’s touch. “I’ll teach you.”
“Mmm.” Arthur stands, grunting at the ache in his ass. He can feel Eames’s come sliding down his thighs, and Eames tuts, smearing it with a finger.
“You’ll never get pregnant this way.”
“If you want your come to stay in me, I’d say this is the perfect time to buy me that platinum plug that I’ve been dropping subtle hints about.”
“Very subtle, Arthur,” Eames agrees, looking amused. “Perhaps I’ve already bought it. Maybe it’s one of your birthday presents.”
“It better be.”
Arthur pulls Eames to his feet and leads him to the bathroom so that he can clean the scratches, taking care to be gentle. He leaves a trail of kisses beside each one, pausing frequently to kiss Eames on his beautiful lips.
When they’re back in bed, Eames slides his hand down Arthur’s stomach and gently massages Arthur’s balls. Save for an interested twitch, there’s no way that Arthur’s getting it up again, nor does Eames intend him to. Arthur does this to Eames sometimes, massaging his balls and stroking his dick when he’s spent, to relax him and to add another layer of closeness. Arthur didn’t realise just how good it felt.
Sighing, he shifts closer and buries his face in Eames’s shoulder, breathing him in.
Eames kisses his forehead. “Are we going to look into it, then? Speak to Rachel, look into adoption?”
“Yeah,” Arthur says. “Tomorrow. I’ll put all my point man powers into action.”
Eames laughs and kisses Arthur’s forehead. “Thank you, Arthur. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“I think I might,” Arthur says, and kisses Eames.
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I'll be editing this, then posting it to AO3 tomorrow with a bonus kid!fic epilogue - or at least I will if I can think up a last line for it (not that THIS has a last line... I gave up on that...). But now bed.
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Re: Inception, Arthur/Eames 4/4
Date: 2012-09-06 07:04 am (UTC)“We have plenty of other scars they’ll ask about,” Arthur says, touching the silvery scar on Eames’s shoulder that a bullet left, back before Arthur knew him; running his finger up the foot long scar down Eames’s side that Arthur had to stitch up himself. “You can use your imagination to come up with stories for them.”
“We’ll have to think of something,” Eames agrees. “Though I don’t know how comfortable I am lying to our children.”
“Then we’ll have to become masters of redirection,” Arthur says, pushing Eames up so that he can look at how much of a mess he just left Eames’s back. Each fingernail has left a deep scratch, red and bloody, and it looks beautiful. Arthur smiles, feeling pleased and proprietary, and leans forward to bite Eames’s neck and leave another mark.
“I’m already a master of redirection,” Eames reminds him as he shivers under Arthur’s touch. “I’ll teach you.”
“Mmm.” Arthur stands, grunting at the ache in his ass. He can feel Eames’s come sliding down his thighs, and Eames tuts, smearing it with a finger.
“You’ll never get pregnant this way.”
“If you want your come to stay in me, I’d say this is the perfect time to buy me that platinum plug that I’ve been dropping subtle hints about.”
“Very subtle, Arthur,” Eames agrees, looking amused. “Perhaps I’ve already bought it. Maybe it’s one of your birthday presents.”
“It better be.”
Arthur pulls Eames to his feet and leads him to the bathroom so that he can clean the scratches, taking care to be gentle. He leaves a trail of kisses beside each one, pausing frequently to kiss Eames on his beautiful lips.
When they’re back in bed, Eames slides his hand down Arthur’s stomach and gently massages Arthur’s balls. Save for an interested twitch, there’s no way that Arthur’s getting it up again, nor does Eames intend him to. Arthur does this to Eames sometimes, massaging his balls and stroking his dick when he’s spent, to relax him and to add another layer of closeness. Arthur didn’t realise just how good it felt.
Sighing, he shifts closer and buries his face in Eames’s shoulder, breathing him in.
Eames kisses his forehead. “Are we going to look into it, then? Speak to Rachel, look into adoption?”
“Yeah,” Arthur says. “Tomorrow. I’ll put all my point man powers into action.”
Eames laughs and kisses Arthur’s forehead. “Thank you, Arthur. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“I think I might,” Arthur says, and kisses Eames.
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I'll be editing this, then posting it to AO3 tomorrow with a bonus kid!fic epilogue - or at least I will if I can think up a last line for it (not that THIS has a last line... I gave up on that...). But now bed.