Inception fic post (DO YOU SEE A PATTERN HERE I SEE A PATTERN HERE)
Title: Eat Me, Drink Me
Pairing: Eames/Arthur
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: It's all Christopher Nolan's, he of the amazing nommable brain.
Word count: 13 402 (WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT)
Notes: Written for this prompt and this prompt on the inception_kink meme, though I'm not entirely convinced that it fills the exact parameters of either XO
( “Don't pretend that your body is a temple,” Eames said, shoving thoughts of falling to his knees in worship aside, “I know perfectly well how much coffee you drink, and that you're not averse to a sneaky fag on occasion as well.” He hoped the entendre was not entirely lost in translation. )
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are still shaking. and i'm STARVING. and
nothing in the house is good enough to eat!
thanks a lot. you have spoiled me now for
any future food/sex/food reading. any future
food/sex/food, for that matter. i hope you're
proud of yourself! :)))))))∞
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THANK YOU ♥ And, *weeps* I am so, so, sorry, both for failing utterly to reply to you in a timely fashion, and because I sent you to the brink of hypoglycaemia X-O PLEASE BE HAVING SOME FOOD NOW, EAMES DEMANDS THAT YOU EAT ;D
Oh lord, I broke myself, so many times while I wrote this and longed for a nibble of what I was writing about XD
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I laughed :)
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The gloves killed me. How in the fuck is Eames still alive, I can't help but wonder.
And I never want this fic to end. But there's the next part, which is so tempting, but if I read it, it's going to end and THEN what am I supposed to do, eh?
I need an appropriate icon.
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Ha ha, oh my god, those gloves. I did not spend a disproportionate amount of time finding those exact gloves while I was in Florence last year, no, not me ;D
You HAVE an appropriate icon. It's exactly right! So happy you like this, my dearest ♥
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