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january 8th baby

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[It's been a good morning so far. Arthur's been feeling really nice this month, so eager to settle in and just cuddle with this man who loves him. Eames has already provided him with some excellent birthday sex and there's likely more to come, but for now he's on the hunt for some coffee.]

[In the kitchen he finds the cardigan folded up on the table, and after a moment of appreciating the wool he slips it on to see how it fits. He's sure it looks great over his bare chest and sweatpants but it's awfully comfy and he's not taking it off.]

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[ Eames has to go take Boxer out first, but he comes back in once that's sorted and he's put down some food for the dog. A smile on his face as he immediately attaches himself to Arthur's back and slides his arms around him with a kiss on the cheek too. ]

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Hey.

[Arthur grins and puts his hands on Eames' arms.]

You like my new sweater? I think Madam Generosity left it for me.

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It's soft.

[ Another kiss! And this time Eames stays put with his face pressed lightly to Arthur's cheek.]

It suits you. From this little bit I've seen at least.

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[Arthur hums at the affection, leaning back against Eames' chest.]

Well let me turn around so you can look at me.

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[ He squeezes Arthur a little in protest of him moving in any way at all. ]

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[Arthur laughs and rubs one of Eames' forearms.]

This does feel good.

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[ He lifts his head a little to nose at Arthur's temple. ]

I like holding you like this.

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[Arthur feels some heat in his cheeks, which he just allows to happen as he melts a little more.]

I like it when you do.

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[ He smiles, quiet for a nice, calm moment, and then abruptly changes the topic. ]

Was there anything in particular you wanted to do today?

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[Arthur takes a deep breath to think about that.]

Mostly this. It's too cold to go out and do much.

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Well then. [ kiss ] Good thing I plan to be here all day to do as much of this as you want.

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[Arthur finally tries to twist in Eames' grip, but it's for good reason. He wants to give him a goddamn proper kiss already.]

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[ Okay, okay. Eames loosens his grip so Arthur can turn around, smiling affectionately into that kiss. ]

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[Arthur indulges in that for a moment, arms wrapped loosely around Eames’ shoulders. When he pulls back he glances down at his cardigan, smiling wryly back up at Eames and asking:]

So?

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[ Eames looks down at it and tilts his head a little in consideration. It's not one he could picture Arthur buying himself, but it does fit his style pretty seamlessly. More importantly though-- ]

Is it strange to think there's something especially sexy about you in a cardigan without a shirt?

[ he doesn't think so ]

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[He snorts softly.]

Unexpected, maybe.

[Then he raises an eyebrow.]

What do you like about it?

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[ Hm. ]

The way it emphasises your collarbones and chest for one.

[ He rests his hands on Arthur's hips and steps back to look, and then very nearly laughs because of what he's about to say. ]

I think something about it being a cardigan pushes it a little toward the realm of 'sexy librarian', but I mean that as a compliment.

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[Arthur barks a laugh at that, adjusting the way his arms are lazily looped around Eames' neck.]

Oh, so it would get you going if I started explaining the Dewey Decimal System to you, would it?

[He shimmies his hips a little, playfully.]

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I'm sure there's a way.

[ He grins and steps in close again ]

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[He laughs and gives him a kiss.]

Well, it's too bad I don't know it.

[And another one for good measure.]

And if I did, I'd need coffee first.

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Okay, okay.

[ First another kiss. ]

I'll make us breakfast.

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Thank you.

[He grins and gives Eames' cheek a kiss before he pulls away to let him cook.]

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[ Hey man do you know what's super fucking rare around here? Bacon. Don't you worry about that little paper parcel Eames is pulling out of the fridge and taking over to the cooker like it's no big deal. It's just bacon and eggs for breakfast, don't worry about it. ]

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[Arthur's been busying himself with coffee, but when he notices that Eames has the good stuff out he makes a soft sound and comes over to put a hand on his shoulder.]

You're too good to me.