one restart and a lost form later

[shichirin]

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5. AW YEAH COLLEGE ARTHUR/EAMES?

[pointwoman]

[Hey, Eames. Hey. It's that girl. You know, that one who always has the face like :| and who apparently lives in the library.

Well, she hasn't had the traditional sex in the library stacks yet. Just sayin'.]

[pointwoman]

How convenient, given that's the only form of bet I'll take.

[...Was that permission? Why, yes, it does seem to have been.]

[paisleythief]

Don't I know it. There's no trust in you darling. All those facts and numbers, hard to trust that anyone else could be as good at it as you are. But believe me, * His fingertips graze her shoulder, light as a butterfly's wing, trailing up the fine column of her neck. * I'd figure you out. Get you down to numbers and facts. Spread you wide and show you that you've got some mystery left in you.

[pointwoman]

[Her eyes flutter shut briefly - it's certainly a tempting offer.] What makes you think I don't already?

[paisleythief]

Because you don't let yourself go like that. You want to, I can see it in you. Held tight to your chest and just beneath your tongue- the sharp thing it is. * Eames tucks a bit of hair behind her ear, tracing the shell of it with the scrape of his nail. * Even if you know its there, you don't know if you want to find it. Be responsible for the passion you've got in you.

* Promising, Eames breathes against her ear, * I'd take the blame. You don't have to worry with me. I'll take you apart, and put you right again when you've had your fill.

[pointwoman]

Will you.

[...That came out a lot less challenging and a lot more questioning than she'd intended.]

[paisleythief]

* Oh, how many questions can be pressed between those words. Will you? Would you? Do you promise? Eames can hear all of them, sees them written in the tense of her spine and the answer is such a simple one. *

Yes. I would, * And then, daring to read her in his favor. * I will. Tell me that you want to find it- that you want me to find it for you, and I will.

[pointwoman]

[She's just thinking that she needs a moment to think, and then she realizes that her hand has come down over his, lightly.

...Oh. Her body may have already made the decision.]

[paisleythief]

Tell me, * And he's finally whispering in the library like he's supposed to. Not exaggerated and attention seeking, but low and private because this is not what he came here expecting and its like finding something precious you'd tucked away in a moment of desire and forgotten you'd wanted- until now. Her fingers feel like permission, but he needs to know. * Say it for me, darling.

[pointwoman]

All right. [It barely comes out even as a whisper, but it's there.]

[paisleythief]

* Its enough to bridge the gap between what Eames wants and what he's willing to take from her. Fingers at her jaw, Eames turns her head until he can lean in and lick at the seam of her lips, hungry for her. Not a pliant, not easy, but Arthur, in all of her stubborn, one-upping glory.

The beautiful thing is, when her lips part ever so slightly and Eames kisses her, he knows he's going to get her. *

[pointwoman]

[Her fingers grasp his shirt like she's not entirely certain it's solid and might melt away at any time.

(She will probably regret this. Probably. Maybe.)]